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Post by peofun1 on Jun 27, 2010 21:20:35 GMT -5
The longhaired she-cat sat in the small dug-out area under the roots of a scraggly swamp tree, looking around pensively. Beside her sat a pile of assorted herbs, waiting to be sorted, crushed, dried...The works. The silver fawn swished her plumy tail, doing a once-over of the den with her amber eyes.
Suddenly Fawntrance jumped to her feet. She dashed from the small pool of water on one side of her den, to the wall of tangled roots on the other. I can store my herbs in here... she thought, a smile on her face. And have the nests for sick cats right here. she skidded to a halt again in the dry space along the far wall, away from the entrance to the den. And I'll make my den right near the entrance, so I'll hear when someone comes in!
It was nothing like home, but it was better than nothing. Fawntrance squeezed through the small entrance to her new den and returned a few moments later with a bundle of moss. She left, and came back with more. Once she felt she had enough she started to set them into nests for sick cats to sleep in. It would take a lot of work before this place would make a suitable medicine den.
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Post by Disappearing on Jul 3, 2010 0:14:06 GMT -5
Perhaps she'll know whats going on, or at least have an idea.
The thought passed though ZombieMoan's mind as she padded up to the entrance of the Medicine cat's new den. Normally she wouldn't be around the long-haired Medicine cat, not out of dislike, she just figured that Fawntrace had better things to do during the day than chat about something unimportant. But today ZombieMoan decided to speak with Fawntrace, after all it was pretty important, wasn't it?
She watched the medicine cat work on the nests, Must be for ill cats. With a shrug, the gray she-cat made her way into the den. Carefully watching her step, to make sure she didn't step on anything. A nervousness nagged at her, it was due to her never really conversing with Fawntrance.
Stopping behind the other she-cat, ZombieMoan wondered if she was being ignored or simply hadn't been noticed yet. She spoke up finally.
"Greetings Fawntrace.", ZombieMoan waited silently for a response.
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Post by peofun1 on Jul 3, 2010 13:16:11 GMT -5
The voice made Fawntrance start in surprise, and she whipped around to face Zombiemoan. Her shoulder s relaxed upon recognizing the gray she-cat. Thank goodness, another member of WindClan. So far it had seemed she was alone in the strange swamp, and had only started setting up her den out of habit.
"Hello, Zombiemoan." the silver fawn purred, waving her wispy tail in a vague greeting. She couldn't remember every really speaking with the warrior; not that she ever really spoke to anyone. But it didn't matter now. They were WindClan, and wherever they were, they were in it together. It was comforting just to see another familiar face.
Pawing at her pile of herbs -- some familiar and others foreign -- she asked, "Do you need anything? I'm sure I've got enough here to treat whatever problems you're having..." Avoiding the major problem they were all having. She was doing her best to ignore the obvious change of scenery, for the most part. |
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Post by Disappearing on Jul 4, 2010 0:04:16 GMT -5
"No thank you", ZombieMoan bowed her head a little, showing a little respect,"though I was wondering if..." She paused a moment to think over her words, after a moment she decided to change the direction her words were heading. "If you've seen anyone else?". Even though it wasn't really the orignal topic the she-cat had wanted she was pretty curious about it, for there had no sign of Windclan since she had woken up.
Loops of memories began playing in her head.They were of when the Twolegs attacked. ZombieMoan had fight the best she could, but was eventually overpowered by the twoleg that had picked her up. After that ZombieMoan couldn't really recall. Part of her believed her clan to be all dead, save for her and Fawntrace. The other, believed that they were alive. She fell into a kind of daydream as she thought things over. She really had not let herself have a chance for all of this to set in, and now it seemed to.
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Post by peofun1 on Jul 4, 2010 22:29:23 GMT -5
Fawntrance bit her lip, her eyes shifting to a corner of the den nervously. Since waking up she had tried to ignore the fact that she was completely alone in StarClan knew what territory. She distracted herself with gathering herbs. But it didn't shake the feeling of being utterly alone, and yet feeling like she was being watched. And she couldn't forget the bruises on her sides where the Twolegs grabbed her...
"No, I haven't seen anyone else." she murmured, not meeting Zombiemoan's eyes. "Just...You and me, so far." Her tail twitched in agitation, and she turned back to sort her herbs absently. Where ever they were, they always needed herbs. It was how she knew she would always be useful. Glancing back up at the other cat, she added, "But I'm sure someone else will show up, StarClan willing." |
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Post by Disappearing on Jul 6, 2010 0:32:10 GMT -5
She gave a half nod.
" I suppose you're right", ZombieMoan said said slowly, as if hoping someone would walk into the den at that moment. Nothing happened, but ZombieMoan hadn't expected it to. She flicked her ears and looked around the den, she tried to think of something that would start a conversation, that wouldn't upset the Medicine cat. ZombieMoan didn't want to leave, but she didn't want to have to have awkward silence.
"So...how did you find this den?" the gray she-cat asked, breaking the silence." Did you wake up here or something?". She hopped maybe this would pass the time until someone would come. |
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Post by peofun1 on Jul 10, 2010 11:24:34 GMT -5
"Just outside the den." Fawntrance gestured to the entrance with her tail. "I poked around inside, and went to find herbs. There are a lot growing around here, along with some new ones." She pawed through the leaves and stems gathered at her feet. Horsetail, watermint, yarrow...She ticked them off in her head. There was no catmint to be found, though she didn't know if they would need it. Who knew how the winters were here.
And then all these she didn't know. The silver fawn glanced up at Zombiemoan, then back down at her herbs. There was only one way to find out what these plants did.
"Zombiemoan," she spoke up after a moment of indecision. "Would you care to help me with something?" |
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Post by max on Apr 23, 2011 22:35:07 GMT -5
Warknight walked around not used to his new life in the dome,"How did this happen, more like why did this happen to me." he thought as he walked around his new lands. He heard cats near by and decided to great them for help.
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Post by Neruka. on Apr 23, 2011 22:51:22 GMT -5
Warknight walked around not used to his new life in the dome,"How did this happen, more like why did this happen to me." he thought as he walked around his new lands. He heard cats near by and decided to great them for help. |
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