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Nov 5 2017, 10:54 PM
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<div class="mikkipost">everything hurt. southskies didn't know which way was up or down, left or right; but that might have to do in part with the imposing blackness on the right side of her face. that entire section of her head throbbed and ached with intense pain, dribbling wet rivers of blood down her neck to pool around her trembling body.
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southskies knew she was blind, even through the haze of pain and fear. the badger had damaged it or torn it right out of her head. she didn't know which, it could be either or with how much her head pulsated in agony. there was a ringing in her right ear, too, that refused to stop no matter how much time passed.
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she didn't know how long she'd been laying there in a puddle of her own blood and vomit and, when she couldn't hold it anymore, urine. southskies kept slipping in and out of consciousness, but every time she opened her eyes the starlit sky wheeled overhead. it had to be the same night, the one after she'd led the badger away from coalstep and spiderfur. it had to be, because she would be dead otherwise with these sort of injuries. southskies didn't need to see them to know how bad off she was.
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she was going to die out here. alone and afraid, longing for spiderfur to curl around her and tell her everything was going to be okay. she prayed for one last word from him, even after all the times she'd wished he would shut up, stop talking to her. it felt impossible to miss someone that much when you were dying, but even in these last moments his bright golden eyes were the only thing she could think about. i wish i'd had more time, southskies thought sadly. not just with him, but spottedlegs too. she and her sister would never have the chance to bond now. </div>[/dohtml]
Nov 2 2017, 11:16 PM
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<div class="mikkipost">every breath was a labored drag of air in through her nose, out through her mouth. it felt too loud in the quiet of the forest, half convinced as southskies was that she hadn't actually lost the badger. even her heartbeat felt too loud, hammering away inside her chest like it was trying to get tree.
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she broke through a cluster of brambles and slowed to a walk - but not before another wild glance over her shoulder, just to be sure. to be honest, southskies didn't know how long or far she'd run.
it felt like no time had passed, but in the same turn it felt like moons. she had no indication of whether she'd succeeded in her foolhardy task of leading the badger away from her clanmates.
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even if she hadn't, she had given them time to get away. that was enough for her.
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southskies collapsed back onto her haunches beneath the arching bows of an ancient evergreen.
without the panicked, desperate adrenaline to drive her, the pain from her injuries quickly set back in. a deep cut oozed blood on her shoulder, the first of few the badger had managed to land. it had reopened during her escape, weeping thin trails of crimson through the white-and-brown fur on her shoulder. the rest of the wounds were limited to her haunches, where the badger's claws had caught her during one terrifying attempt to squeeze into a fallen log. another on her tail, the fur stripped by dangerously sharp teeth.
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but none of the wounds were life-threatening. she would be fine as long as she took care. which was another problem entirely, because southskies had absolutely no idea where she was.
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a twig cracked somewhere nearby, raising the hair along her spine. southskies peered into the shadows that pooled between the trees, nose lifted to scent the air. the reek of badger was nowhere to be found. this forest was, remarkably, devoid of anything other than tree and prey-scent. uncontested lands, then - far beyond anything she was familiar with. </div>[/dohtml]
Sep 7 2017, 02:31 PM
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<div class="mikkipost">predawn light flickered through the leaves overhead, just barely illuminating the camp. southskies crouched beside the freshkill pile, slowly devouring a mouse. her green eyes,
bright and alert despite the early hour, roamed the camp while she ate. the newborn morning was still too early for most of the clan to be awake, but southskies had always risen before the birds. habit instilled in her by foxscar, but it wasn't just due to her father's influence. there was something about being awake before everyone else that appealed to the young warrior. by the time her denmates stumbled out of the den, eyes bleary and steps clumsy with drowsiness, southskies had already begun her day.
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"it's getting colder.." southskies suppressed a shiver of dread as a chilling wind swept down from the trees, ruffling her short fur. high overhead, even through the milky predawn light, southskies could see the tinge of yellow that signaled the changing of the season. her memories of leafbare were vague at best; she could faintly remember tumbling about in snow as high as her head, but more than that she remembered the biting cold.
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the thought was quickly pushed from the warrior's mind. her meal finished and fur given a cursory cleaning, southskies' attention was drawn toward the warriors den. she cocked her head, ears straining forward, to listen for the telltale sound of voices or movement. would she have to get jack up, or would he be awake? it probably wasn't fair to force the tom-cat into an early morning patrol the day after coming to the clan, but coalstep had tasked her with showing him the ropes - that meant doing things her way.
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shoving herself to her paws, southskies trotted to the entrance of the den and squinted into the darkness. "jack?" she whisper-called. "get up."</div>[/dohtml]
Sep 2 2017, 08:59 PM
[dohtml]<div style="width: 450px; text-align:justify; font-size: 12px;">southskies felt the restlessness like a persistent itch, just close enough to almost scratch but ultimately beyond her reach. the young tabby had just returned from a patrol, managed to settle down and scarf a few bites of freshkill into her mouth, before the unsettling energy sent her scrambling back onto her paws. southskies didn't know what was making her so tense. it was quiet in camp today; relaxed and peaceful, feeling for all the world like nothing could ever be wrong. but maybe that was it. even the trees were still, the branches quiet in a held-breath kind of way that made southskies pause, cock her head to listen.
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she knew it was because thunderclan had gone through so much tragedy lately. to have a good
day was like inciting the bad to slither back, as though they beckoned for its return with a hither to gesture. come back to us the forest seemed to scream, everything is going so well for them,
lets fuck it up all over again!

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the warrior knew she probably looked half-mad by the way she hared across camp to stick her head into the warriors den, but southskies needed to do something - anything - before she actually went crazy with the disquiet. "hey, i need some volunteers for a patrol." </div>[/dohtml]
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