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Post by glbyrdy on Jan 16, 2011 11:36:41 GMT -6
Moonheart padded weakly into the den, moaning. Tinywhisker was taking to long dragging her here, so she took matters into her own hands. She licked her gash down her belly and grimaced. Her dream felt so real. Especially when Devil sliced through her belly. Now she had a gash from Devil's devastating blow. She wheezed. Her stomach felt weird and her breath felt clgged up. All of a sudden, she felt to weak to walk. Her eyes started to glaze yet again and she waited for her body to go limp. She let out a plea for help to Tinywhisker. "Help me, please," she exclaimed. Maybe this was her punishment. She hauled herself towards an open nest in the medicine cat den. When she was there, she let herself go and waited, for someone to help, someone to care.
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Post by Fernpelt on Jan 16, 2011 15:11:19 GMT -6
(Um...is this a plot that Jaimie approved?)
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Post by waterstone on Jan 17, 2011 9:44:32 GMT -6
Hey fernpelt can i come in? i need helpppp.
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Post by glbyrdy on Jan 22, 2011 7:13:50 GMT -6
(yup i think so)
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Post by Fernpelt on Jan 25, 2011 19:24:24 GMT -6
(It has to be an absolute yes, no i think so's. xD)
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Post by glbyrdy on Jan 28, 2011 16:33:32 GMT -6
(yes it is thank you)
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Post by Fernpelt on Jan 28, 2011 23:24:17 GMT -6
(Okay, well please come into the Thread 'Medicine Cat Den' then.)
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