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Post by Blasphemy on Mar 3, 2013 23:34:07 GMT -6
gracklefrost's blue eyes peered blankly in front of her as she brought her crimson splattered body upon the mouth of the den with a sigh. She would have at least preferred not to be knocked out by maplefrost, but it happened and you cant change that. sadly. Maplefrost was just to large, she knocked everything out of grackle, and left plenty of sliced open wounds around her neck, where she furiously tore into, her flank, where she tore with vigor, and her shoulder where she shot with ease and sunk her claws deep into her tendons. " Hello. " she muttered seating herself with drowsy eyes. |
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Post by Brightflame on Mar 4, 2013 23:34:09 GMT -6
Brightflame walked in slowly and stiffly. His normally bright and observant eyes were tired and dull. Clearly he had been up all night worrying again. He sharpens up slightly when he sees you, and immediately grabs some basic healing herbs and cobwebs, starting to chew them up. Yes...he needed to gather herbs...his herb carrying cat was nowhere to be found though. Again. Typical. He looks up at you, "More fighting among yourselves?" He asks. Yeah, he had treated way too many clan based injuries lately.
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Post by Blasphemy on Mar 5, 2013 9:20:20 GMT -6
[omigurd, I love pewdiepie.]
Gracklefrost shot him a spiteful look and nodded slowly her blue eyes etched with annoyance. "Maplefrost thinks she is all high and mighty, and this wont be the end of the wounds, fair warning. I'm just not strong enough or big enough, and Ill work on that." she muttered half to herself. It was her first time to the den. |
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Post by Brightflame on Mar 6, 2013 0:31:07 GMT -6
(If Pewdiepie...had Cry's voice...
oDo I would never leave youtube)
He grumbles to himself as he applies it and the cobwebs. "I need to give her a serious talking to. Normally I wouldn't get incolved but there have been way too many injuries I've treated that were clan based." He shakes his head, "Our clan is so full that we could easily show Deathclan what for, not that we should risk that many lives, but what do we do instead? We spend our time fighting and injuring each other. For what? Mates, pride, honor? We're not gaining any of those the right way if we're acting like a bunch of rogues." He sighs, finishing his work. "There. I reccomend you stay in camp and don't stray too far from my den. If you stress the wound too much you'll cause some serious damage." He stands and smiles tiredly, "And if you see Falconwing, tell him to get over here and help me carry herbs immediately." He says, his blue eyes now shining with hidden...mischief...?
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