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"Shhh!" Divinefavor hissed, angling her ears toward wherever that sound was coming from. She'd been too far away to make out words, but it was certainly a voice. Moving slowly as to not agitate her sprain, the ginger-and-white she-cat came shoulder-to-shoulder with Fairytalehunt and leaned in closer to the earthy wall, "Who's there?"
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Mar 12, 2021 21:40:15 GMT -5
Fallingleaves ears twitched at the sound, but she stayed quiet and next to Fairytalehunt as the others called out to whomever had spoken "yeah great idea... tell them right where we are trapped" she muttered under her breathe. They didn't know who that cat who had called out to them was, friend or foe. They had already fallen unto a pit, what if someone had set it up? It wasn't likely, but the possibility was there.
"Let's leave it alone, I've heard plenty of ghost stories about DayClan cats finding weird tunnels with ghosts in them," Fairytalehunt suggested.
"Divinefavor?" The voice called out, this time it was just barely above a whisper, but the familiar tone suggested that whoever the voice was knew her.
"Star dammit, Divine, do not go in there," Fairytalehunt argued, "It's clearing luring you, maybe it has an element to lure people into a deep hole to their deaths by using their voice, we should stay away." For as concussed as he seemed before, his fear seemed awake enough to know to stay back.
"I mean, maybe, but it sounds super weak, right?" Harvestcharm began, but didn't really know what he was trying to get at. No one was missing from DayClan that could be calling out to Divinefavor specifically. "Do you know someone who's an outsider maybe?"
"Even if she did I find it a little weird that it hasn't asked for immediate help, it's clearly up to something," Fairytalehunt reasoned, hoping everyone wouldn't try to find a way to the other side of the wall where the voice was coming from.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 24, 2021 20:53:33 GMT -5
"Oh my god. I can't even right now." Princecharming wasn't processing what was going on, just mumbling to herself as the litter began to squabble. How could she perform like this? Without her legs... what was she? Even if she stopped performing, she could run. But if she was lame, then what would be left? Thank goodness the voice wasn't calling out to her.
Divinefavor's ear twitched as the curiosity familiar to all cats began to course through her veins. Even the smartest, most wise of feline kind could no opposed the nature of what it mean to be a cat, and in that moment she realized she would never forgive herself if she didn't active on her instincts.
"Don't tell me what to do, Fairytalehunt," Divinefavor murmured as she followed right after the eerie voice that was calling her name. She couldn't place its tone but to be fair her ears were still ringing slightly from the fall, "Who are you?"
The voice seemed to tone down into a whisper before silencing completely, like it had lost all strength.
Harvestcharm's ears pricked, trying to hear any sound coming from the direction, but when a large bang could be heard from above where they had fallen he had just about choked.
"Whoa, you guys having a party down there?" Disloyaldog asked slyly, a large tree branch draped over the gaping hole before falling into the opening where the siblings were trapped. "Just thought you might want a way out," He said, his massive mountainous black body leaned over the branch to keep weight onto it for anyone who climbed up.
"Yeah, I think Sweetwheat and I want to live, don't know about the rest of you, but we're out," Harvestcharm said, already climbing out from the hole with the branch provided, but made sure Sweetwheat was following after him.
Divinefavor pinned the ears to the back of her head and then shot a glare at Harvestcharm, "What if someone else is trapped down here? We're lucky Disloyaldog found us just now, but what if someone else fell down here days ago and we are just now finding them? We have to at least find out who was speaking."
Mind made up, the red-and-white she-cat continued to paw and dig at the crevice where the sound had originated, "Hey, keep talking! We're coming for you!"
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on May 16, 2021 15:11:52 GMT -5
Fallingleaves looked between the tunnel and Fairytalehunt "We need to get brother back to camp" she insisted, nosing his cheek. However she knew that he wouldn't be able to climb the log up to saftey and she couldn't carry him on her own "Head injuries are serious and he needs to be seen by Brakewings sooner rather than later" she wasn't about to just leave him lying hurt in such a condition when there was a way out
Divinefavor opened her mouth to chastise Fallingleaves's selfishness, but ended up not saying anything. She understood the urgency her sister had to get Fairytalehunt help, she really did, but there was clearly someone else down here who was in just as bad a condition if not worse. How could she just ignore them!? Later, Divinefavor would look back on this and realize that there were enough of them to split the group in two and achieve both tasks in a timely manner, but she wasn't thinking clearly at the moment. Call it stress, or pain from her own wound, or something else entirely, she just had one goal in mind: Save whoever was down here. She continued to paw at the wall where she had heard the voice.
