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takes place after this thread! SkyClan is on a journey and was chased by a dog after Angel heckled them; the patrol has split into two.
@SQUALLMIST @BASILPAW @Quillpaw are the other cats on this half of the patrol!
They have found themselves in a downtown / somewhat rundown area of the town. Lots of alleys, back streets, shops, garbage, rats, and likely a lot of the more 'wild' twoleg cats. Feel free to improvise within reason! Rogues and kittypets living in rundown areas are the most likely to find this patrol, but it is OPEN TO ANY NON-CLAN CAT!
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Paw pads shredded from tearing across concrete and scaling chainlink webs, the SkyClan leader staggers into a narrow street, almost a dark crevice away from the bustling Twoleg world he's found himself entrenched in. His heart is pounding painfully, his lungs screaming for relief. The dog's barks are gone - not even distant, but gone, so he and whoever had split in his direction had successfully outrun it...
But who all remains with him? He slumps against the rough, scratchy exterior of the Twoleg nest he huddles behind. The sun has descended, sunset glaring fiery from the tops of the buildings. The scent of garbage, of monster exhaust and Twoleg trash, is overwhelming. He has to fight not to gag.
"Dawnglare... Butterflypaw... anyone?" He says, voice a harsh whisper. He has to find out where everyone went. Should he have fought the dog? Surely it would have flayed him alive, sent him straight to StarClan's silverlit forest?
In theory, he knows, he has nine lives... he believes it, had felt that power rush into his body from the other cats' noses. But he has no desire to test that theory - not if he doesn't have to. Little Wolf is waiting for me. I will return for her.
Not only Little Wolf, but SkyClan as a whole. Daisyflight would hardly appreciate being made leader already because of his own stupidity, own brash, unorganized ideas.
Again, dark blue eyes wearily flick to and from the shadows around him. He thinks he can hear pawsteps, but his senses are blinded entirely. "Are you alright?" He's asking, not sure who he's expecting it to be but hoping it's one of his Clanmates, alive and in one piece.
@SQUALLMIST @BASILPAW @Quillpaw are the other cats on this half of the patrol!
They have found themselves in a downtown / somewhat rundown area of the town. Lots of alleys, back streets, shops, garbage, rats, and likely a lot of the more 'wild' twoleg cats. Feel free to improvise within reason! Rogues and kittypets living in rundown areas are the most likely to find this patrol, but it is OPEN TO ANY NON-CLAN CAT!
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Paw pads shredded from tearing across concrete and scaling chainlink webs, the SkyClan leader staggers into a narrow street, almost a dark crevice away from the bustling Twoleg world he's found himself entrenched in. His heart is pounding painfully, his lungs screaming for relief. The dog's barks are gone - not even distant, but gone, so he and whoever had split in his direction had successfully outrun it...
But who all remains with him? He slumps against the rough, scratchy exterior of the Twoleg nest he huddles behind. The sun has descended, sunset glaring fiery from the tops of the buildings. The scent of garbage, of monster exhaust and Twoleg trash, is overwhelming. He has to fight not to gag.
"Dawnglare... Butterflypaw... anyone?" He says, voice a harsh whisper. He has to find out where everyone went. Should he have fought the dog? Surely it would have flayed him alive, sent him straight to StarClan's silverlit forest?
In theory, he knows, he has nine lives... he believes it, had felt that power rush into his body from the other cats' noses. But he has no desire to test that theory - not if he doesn't have to. Little Wolf is waiting for me. I will return for her.
Not only Little Wolf, but SkyClan as a whole. Daisyflight would hardly appreciate being made leader already because of his own stupidity, own brash, unorganized ideas.
Again, dark blue eyes wearily flick to and from the shadows around him. He thinks he can hear pawsteps, but his senses are blinded entirely. "Are you alright?" He's asking, not sure who he's expecting it to be but hoping it's one of his Clanmates, alive and in one piece.
PENNED BY MARQUETTE