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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Apr 26, 2009 20:43:54 GMT -5
Weepingkit looked at Ghostpaw and a shadow fell across her face. I should have known. She turned and looked at Lichenpaw. It would help even if I leave this place... She unsheathed her claws and buried them into the earth.
"Yes. From here to here." She said, tapping the tip of her shoulder with her tail-tip and guiding it down to the bottom part of her foreleg. She didn't care if Ghostpaw didn't want her here. If she was going to have a chance to hide her fate from prying eyes she would take it. When she recovered and the scar had set in then she would leave this place. It was the only thing she could do...
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 26, 2009 21:02:10 GMT -5
Lichenpaw shrugged.
"Okay." She said, unsheathing her claws. Mercilessly she ran them through Weepingkit's flesh, starting and ending farther than she needed by about an inch. She also dug in much deeper than necessary.
"Maybe another?" Lichenpaw said with a smile, being very amused.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Apr 26, 2009 21:05:27 GMT -5
Weepingkit didn't flinch even as blood trickled down her shoulder. She examined the cuts carefully and frowned. They didn't hide it.
"Yes, in the other direction." Weepingkit meowed. The pain and feeling of hot blood were easily ignored by one who had suffered as much as she had. She knew who she was. And with that scent - the scent of her blood - she remembered the name, as well. But that she would tell no one.
She could tell no one her name.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 26, 2009 21:14:03 GMT -5
Lichenpaw nodded happily quickly scoring just as violently the other way as before. She put a curl to the end of that cut with a dainty scratch. Nodding, she was satisfied with her work.
"How about now?" She asked, hoping that Weepingkit still wanted to be cut up a bit.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Apr 26, 2009 21:19:24 GMT -5
Weepingkit examined Lychenpaw's handiwork. The cuts ran along her shoulder and the mark could not be seen enough to be distinguished as the shape of a wolf. She looked up at the apprentice of RiverClan and nodded.
"That is good. Thank you for your assistance." Weepingkit meowed. Let's hope no healing cat will decide to put stuff on these wounds. The scars must hide my mark or this'll all be worthless. She thought.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 26, 2009 21:21:55 GMT -5
Lichenpaw nodded, cleaning out her claws. Good handiwork on the crazy kitten. Ha, that little Weeperkit or whatever her name was probably deserved those marks anyway. Why else would she want them?
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Apr 26, 2009 21:26:22 GMT -5
OOC: mwahahaha... Just to letcha know I'm making this quick.
BIC: Weepingkit frowned and stared at the grey cat who stood upon the rock. She blinked and cursed inwardly as Stormstar called a meeting.
"Weepingkit, come forward." Stormstar said. Weepingkit licked as much of the blood off her shoulder as she could so quickly and padded forward slowly, so as to stifle the blood from coming out faster.
"Weepingkit, from this day forward you will be known as Weepingpaw. Your mentor will be Willowsong." Stormstar meowed, nodding. Weepingpaw nodded solemnly. You will be sorrow... he was right. She thought somberly.
"I am Weeping..." She whispered as she stared dully up at Stormstar. "Weeping..."
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 26, 2009 21:32:00 GMT -5
Willowsong smiled, proud to finally have an apprentice. Hawkeye looked jealous, and the traces of mysterious love were all gone. It was quite a relief. Willowsong approached her apprentice with a friendly smile.
"Hello." She said, gently touching the kit's nose.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Apr 26, 2009 21:44:38 GMT -5
Weepingpaw turned slightly and accepted the gesture.
"Hello to you, as well, Willowsong." she meowed, squirming a little to block all view to her bleeding shoulder. She didn't want anyone to suspect her. She didn't want them to know. Weepingpaw turned slightly and looked up at Stormstar. The leader had called the end of the meeting and was talking with some other warriors. I wonder if she knows of the Salinka... I do not think so. Weepingpaw thought gravely.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 27, 2009 21:27:14 GMT -5
[[Weep can't use camouflage very well if she has a big scar. Maybe it should heal perfectly? xD]]
Willowsong nodded.
"Do you want to rest, or do you want a tour of the territory?" Willowsong considered, and then frowned. "Maybe rest. You should get that nasty cut checked out, make sure it's okay. What happened?" Willowsong asked with concern. She really hoped her apprentice would be okay, because if not it would be a drag.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Apr 28, 2009 16:28:05 GMT -5
Weepingkit sighed.
"It'll be just fine. I scratched it on something sharp I think." She meowed, staring hard at her paws. Crap. This isn't going as I planned. She thought.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 28, 2009 19:38:16 GMT -5
"Well, it's really deep. And how did you get that perfect X shape?" Willowsong asked, entirely perplexed. Her new apprentice was acting very strange as of late. What had happened to poor Weepingpaw? Was it something that Willowsong possibly needed to know any about?
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Apr 29, 2009 7:03:41 GMT -5
Weepingpaw closed her eyes. She used to be so good at making up things.
"Well... I'm not sure. I just sort of didn't notice it until now." She meowed casually, her voice oddly innocent and her eyes glittering with sincere confusion. She was a good actor. After all, she had to be good at deception. If she wasn't, she would be killed.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 29, 2009 20:39:44 GMT -5
Willowsong shook her head.
"I'll take you to go see Runningpaw or Flameheart now." Concerned, she touched her apprentice lightly. Nothing would happen to Weepingpaw, not with Willowsong around. She'd make double sure of it.l
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Apr 30, 2009 18:31:20 GMT -5
Weepingpaw sighed. So I got cut up for nothing. Oh well. I suppose it won't be so bad, having the Clan see who I really am. They were bound to notice that the fur there was darker than the rest. She thought, hunching her shoulders.
"Well, Ok... But I do not know about Medicine cats and their herbs. They won't hurt me, will they?" She asked, narrowing her eyes with suspicioun.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 30, 2009 20:05:49 GMT -5
"No, they're very nice. They won't hurt you." Willowsong said, guiding her apprentice over to the Medicine Den with a smile. When she reached the familiar den, it brought back old memories of thoughtless days here, wondering if she was really okay. Seeing if either cat could help her remember.
"Flameheart? Runningaw?"
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Apr 30, 2009 20:09:55 GMT -5
Weepingpaw wanted to resist. She wanted to pull away and simply refuse to go, but she allowed herself to be led along. From the very beginning she'd learned that she could trust few, and she remembered Mourningwraith telling her of how many herbs could kill if they were given under certain circumstances. Weepingpaw shuddered at the thought. I hope I survive being in this Clan... She thought, staring with wide eyes at the Medicine cat's den. She only faintly remembered it from when Liontail had brought her there. He had been so kind to her. Weepingpaw sighed and waited paitently for the Medicine cats to come out and destroy her oh-so-clever plan.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Apr 30, 2009 20:46:37 GMT -5
Runningpaw popped his head out with a smile, looking at Weepingpaw.
"In good hands, ma'am." He said to Willowsong, he guided her apprentice into the den and left her. Runningpaw smiled and acknowledged the large cuts
"What we got here, hmmm?" He tried not to treat her like a kit anymore.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Apr 30, 2009 22:05:28 GMT -5
Weepingpaw stared at him with little interest.
"Got some cuts on a rock or something. Not sure how it happened." She meowed, distracted. What if he shifted her fur a little too much and found the black skin? What if he knew about the Salinka? She highly doubted he did. But her family's murderer had spies everywhere. What if one of them lived in RiverClan? She shuddered inwardly at the thought.
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Post by Brambleclaw on May 1, 2009 6:35:48 GMT -5
Runningpaw examined the wound, hardly noticing the change in color. He smiled as his searched for infection.
"You know, I knew a cat once where she had black spots of skin on her toes, nose and ears! It looked like she had black bugs on her pink skin!" Runningpaw said with a purr. Though it seemed strange to have the gash over the skin, he didn't think on it long.
"With luck you will heal without scars. Nice clean cut reduces scarring."
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