- Jul 9, 2022
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// This thread takes place simultaneously with this thread. If you signed your character up to be in the battle patrol at Sunningrocks, they may not post here. However, if your character is on Flycatcher's patrol, you may post here after the OK is given in the discord. For now, it is up to those in camp to defend while reinforcements rush back to camp. Remember to please play this as realistically as you can; this is a massive dog compared to small (and in some cases, injured or otherwise weak cats in camp) cats!
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Time seems frozen within the bramble walls, built up thick and high to protect. Those unable to fight wait in worry for loved ones to return safely from the call of war. A few healthy warriors remained back, along with apprentices whose mentors refused to take them. But for the most part, the camp is filled with the young and old, the weak and injured. Some chatter idly to try and pass the time, others cannot sit still and pace back and forth, back and forth, eyes shifting repeatedly towards the camp entrance.
A sniffing nose guides the beast towards the cats' residence, drool dribbling down her jaw as hunger gnaws at her stomach. Food. Lots of food. She is hunting, and she has found where the felines nest. A wet pink tongue swipes hungrily across exposed teeth as she hurries along, quickening her pace until she is sprinting through the woods. There's a barrier in her way, and she's not about to let it stop her from getting a meal.
CRA-A-A-ACK.
The bramble wall splits beneath the force of the howling mutt, tendrils snapping as she yanks herself inside. The screeches she hears only egg her on further, stumpy tail wagging with glee upon the sight of meal after meal after meal. One scent is most tantalizing of all, coming from a thickly woven bramble clump near a tree stump. Kittens! Joyfully, the smiling hound plunders forth, prepared to get through anything in her way to bring food back for her packmates (and get a few bites in herself).
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// mild powerplaying of the dog is allowed, such as scratching her, biting her, and having her injure your character! However, please do not maim, kill, or have the dog do anything too drastic such as destroy anything in camp! Maiming can be attempted!
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Time seems frozen within the bramble walls, built up thick and high to protect. Those unable to fight wait in worry for loved ones to return safely from the call of war. A few healthy warriors remained back, along with apprentices whose mentors refused to take them. But for the most part, the camp is filled with the young and old, the weak and injured. Some chatter idly to try and pass the time, others cannot sit still and pace back and forth, back and forth, eyes shifting repeatedly towards the camp entrance.
A sniffing nose guides the beast towards the cats' residence, drool dribbling down her jaw as hunger gnaws at her stomach. Food. Lots of food. She is hunting, and she has found where the felines nest. A wet pink tongue swipes hungrily across exposed teeth as she hurries along, quickening her pace until she is sprinting through the woods. There's a barrier in her way, and she's not about to let it stop her from getting a meal.
CRA-A-A-ACK.
The bramble wall splits beneath the force of the howling mutt, tendrils snapping as she yanks herself inside. The screeches she hears only egg her on further, stumpy tail wagging with glee upon the sight of meal after meal after meal. One scent is most tantalizing of all, coming from a thickly woven bramble clump near a tree stump. Kittens! Joyfully, the smiling hound plunders forth, prepared to get through anything in her way to bring food back for her packmates (and get a few bites in herself).
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// mild powerplaying of the dog is allowed, such as scratching her, biting her, and having her injure your character! However, please do not maim, kill, or have the dog do anything too drastic such as destroy anything in camp! Maiming can be attempted!