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[Thornpaw]

A gentle breeze guided Thornpaw down the abandoned grass tunnels of the meadow This forsaken place had often been a target of long naps and aimless leisure as she wandered path so long ago discarded. Claws clicked quietly on the ground, sending faint echoes, giving the place a haunting feel. She liked it. Aside from the whisper of her paw steps, Her heart was the one thing that disturbed the silence. A slow, confident rhythm, the drumming of a soul. A peace was invigorating, a brake, from the hardships and sorrows, though with her she carried a constant reminder of the horror that had shattered her old life. But a new day had risen, a fresh start, and she intended to make it better. But the itch of her grief felt like a thorn in her mind, ever haunting her. She shook her speckled pelt and gave a little growl, times were changing. She journeyed down the vast tunnel, ever listening for the quiet hum of prey. Ah, a rouges life, such a carefree existence. She flexed her hindquarters and gave a soft chuckle, as if things were ever this simple.

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[Kest]

[ if it's alright, I think I'll throw badly-wounded War here ^^ ]

snap back to reality.

No, things were rarely, if ever, so simple.
Ah, and here comes another complication.

A tomcat staggered through the long grass, exhaustion obvious in his tread. The cat's fur was dark brown, almost black, and although hunger thinned his face and whittled away his body, it was clear that his muscles had once been full of immense, lean strength. His eyes were a striking, vivid shade of green so bright they were practically neon.
Each pawstep came slow and tripping, and he used only three legs. The forth, his rear right leg, he held off the ground, refusing to place weight on it. There was something wrong with his knee; the angle of his joint was wrong, as if it were broken, and blood matted the fur around it.
His throat and chest were wet with blood. It darkened his fur and dripped down his legs to the dusty ground, forming small pools behind him. A deep wound on the side of his neck pulsed out more blood with each heartbeat.

Forward this cat moved, staining the long grass around him red. He panted heavily, blowing out each breath through gritted teeth. His green eyes were wide with pain and shock.
He sensed movement and stopped, stumbling slightly as he did so. His eyes narrowed and darted to the face of the unfamilliar she-cat; although his body was beaten, it was clear that his mind was nearly as sharp as ever.
The she-cat was dappled and not too much younger than himself. He had never come across her before...although that was not unusual, considering how many cats lived in the Rogue Meadow.

The tom stood very still, swaying slightly with tiredness. He watched this she-cat very carefully--there were a few cats in the Meadow who would take advantage of his weakness and finish the job his enemy had started.
He would gauge her reaction before making any sort of move...there were so many odd cats living in these parts. Too many for comfort.

oh there goes gravity.

[Thornpaw]

A lithe figure slipped from the underbrush, the gray tabby’s silver fur glided easily under folds of lean muscle. As Thornpaw’s body moved effortlessly through the meadow, a smell struck her with such a force she felt as though she was hit. Her eyes suddenly wary, her sliver tail lashed. What was this? She recognized the metallic scent, its tangy, bitterly delicious taste. Blood. But where? The scent of sickness and death was heavy. The cat crept ever closer to the scent, it becoming ranker. This cat was badly injured. And as she sifted through a patch of high grass, there he was. The cat had guessed her arrival, but his stance was broken. There was so much blood, too much. One of his back legs hung limply, and blood pulsed from his neck. “What the hell happened to you?” She blurted curiously. To be perfectly honest she was new in these parts, whatever did this to him she defiantly did not want to cross. If she were to help this cat, would its attacker send its wrath to her? Ha, like she cared. She was never one for needless fights, and this cat was injured, badly. She stepped forward on light paws , feeling the earth beat beneath her.

“The names Thornpaw.”

[Kest]

snap back to reality.

The tom took a step sideways, shifting his weight carefully away from his injured leg. "Does it matter?" he growled. "Zere vas a fight."
His voice was slightly accented, making his 'th's come out as 'z's and his 'w's into 'v's. It was an unusual, hard-edged accent, obviously not from around the Meadow.

The she-cat stepped forward. The tom reacted instantly, stepping lightly away, his body stiffening in case of attack.
He had reacted with instinct, and as he moved he put his weight briefly on his hurt leg without thinking. The leg gave way and the tom tumbled over, catching himself just before he hit the ground.
He hissed in pain, righting himself with difficulty.

"The name's Thornpaw," the she-cat said.
The tomcat glared, hesitating on the edge of answering. One side of him wanted to snap at her and leave; but the smarter side of him won out. He was badly wounded, dizzy, lost, and in need of help. A healer, preferably, but anyone who knew the location of some cobwebs to slow the bleeding would be helpful.

Finally, the tom relaxed, dropping his head resignedly. "Var," he meowed. "My name iz Var."

War.

oh there goes gravity.

[Onyxdart]

Draco, as luck would have it, was dashing about somewhat at random, though keeping clear of the war. He crashed through some grass, bounding around like an idiot, and ran straight into and through a giant cobweb.

"Ack! Blegh! Off!" he yowled, shaking paws and wrinkling his nose and bucking around like an out of control bronco.

He crashed through the bushes and found himself confronted with two other cats. His dignity smashed to pieces, the tom paused a moment before sitting primly.

"Excuse me, but I seem to have found the most impossibly large cobweb in the entire world," he announced before rolling onto his back so he could use all four paws to combat the impossibly sticky stuff. It kept just transferring between his paws, and he was getting a little frustrated.

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