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Post by rosepelt on Jun 3, 2015 12:44:26 GMT -5
Rosepelt ~ 89 ~ Elder ~ ShadowClan ~ She-cat
She blinked a few times and her head lifted quickly. Panic flooded across her face as she looked around the den where she lay. where was she? Who was she!? She began to breathe heavily begging that something make sense soon. But no memories came. She jumped to her feet and continued to look frantically around. When no answers came from the den, she ran out the front looking for anyone who could explain something to her.
She bolted into the main camp and looked around. Cats stared at her, some rolled their eyes at her antics, others looked worried or scared for her. Here she goes again they would think as she tried to find someone who would step towards her. But everyone just looked away from her, embarrassed for her and not wanting to be the one to speak to the crazy old she-cat.
Tears welled up in her eyes and after a few minutes, so much stress had overwhelmed her that she collapsed to the ground and sobbed, curling herself as tightly into a ball as she could. She was so scared. What was she going to do?
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batheart
ShadowClan
Posts: 6 
Rank: Warrior
Age: 22 Moons
Mate: N/A
Crush: N/A
Mentor: Boarstrike
Apprentice: N/A
Played By: Boggs
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Post by batheart on Jun 3, 2015 15:15:34 GMT -5
There were times that Batheart felt just as out of place among the majority of her clan mates as outsiders accused her of being. They were rare moments, and usually with a few collective moons in between them—but today marked another such moment. Batheart returned from a hunting patrol with only a shrew to show for it, but rather than the calm state she hoped the camp would be in for the hunting patrols return, it seemed that Rosepelt was having another episode. What was worse—no one had stepped forward to help. A prickly anger welled up inside of Batheart, and the thickly muscled black and white cat prowled forward in an almost bowlegged manner, clearly deeply displeased with the lack of care her clan mates showed.
“Miss Rosepelt? It’s me, Batheart… I used to listen to stories inside of the Elder’s Den… the place you must have woken up in,” she spoke in gentle but firm tones, slowly creeping closer on her belly until she was lying beside Rosepelt. She would have preferred to curl around the fragile older she-cat to provide even more security, but she was never sure of how others would respond.
“I’m so sorry that you’re not feeling well, Miss Rosepelt, but I’m here now. I can help you—I just got back from my patrol. Anything you need,” the big-boned cat purred richly and stretched her neck out to brush her whiskers soothingly against Rosepelt’s calico pelt.
“I think we should find you a little water, and maybe the medicine cat has some herbs they could crush to help keep you calm… I ask for it, sometimes, after a hard patrol…” She admitted.
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Post by rosepelt on Jun 4, 2015 16:28:10 GMT -5
Rosepelt ~ 89 ~ Elder ~ ShadowClan ~ She-cat Calico fur shivered for a few moments and stopped when the soft pelt of another cat pressed against her. “Miss Rosepelt? It’s me, Batheart… I used to listen to stories inside of the Elder’s Den… the place you must have woken up in,” She listened quietly to the voice that spoke to her. She didn't recognize it. Her heart swelled with pain when she realized this cat knew who she was and she didn't have any idea who was speaking to her. Rosepelt? That was what she'd been addressed as. Was that her name?
She lifter her head slowly and her green eyes connected with those of the tuxedo next to her. Batheart? “I’m so sorry that you’re not feeling well, Miss Rosepelt, but I’m here now. I can help you—I just got back from my patrol. Anything you need,” Rosepelt closed her eyes tightly and inhaled sharply again. "I...I don't know..." She didn't knwo what she wanted or what she needed. She just felt lost and confused.
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batheart
ShadowClan
Posts: 6
Rank: Warrior
Age: 22 Moons
Mate: N/A
Crush: N/A
Mentor: Boarstrike
Apprentice: N/A
Played By: Boggs
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Post by batheart on Jun 4, 2015 21:43:07 GMT -5
Batheart grew more confident with her care giving as the elder’s shivering and soft cries eventually tapered off. She could tell that the poor old she-cat was still terribly confused and unnerved, but it was a much better place than she had been in before. Breathing out a soft breath of relief, Batheart craned her neck to gently groom the fur around Rosepelt’s shoulders, soft mewls rather than purrs leaving her.
”I- … I don’t know…” Batheart merely nodded in response and continued grooming her, trying what she could to settle her nerves. ”That’s alright,” she said, glancing up at the skies through the tree tops before resting her chin on the highest point of the Elder’s back. ”It’s a pretty day out, and there’s plenty in the fresh kill pile if you get hungry.” The younger she-cat shifted minutely in place, and her tail curled around Rosepelt’s frame.
”The stream outside of camp has been running so clear, too,” Batheart added rather awkwardly, trying to cover all of her bases.
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Post by rosepelt on Jun 6, 2015 11:56:52 GMT -5
Rosepelt ~ 89 ~ Elder ~ ShadowClan ~ She-cat ”It’s a pretty day out, and there’s plenty in the fresh kill pile if you get hungry.” Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to remember what that meant. Her stomach growled softly, almost as a reminder to what it was. She smiled softly, wondering if she was indeed hungry or if her mind was playing more tricks on her.
”The stream outside of camp has been running so clear, too,” Her ears pricked and she thought she could hear the trickle of water. Perhaps she actually could or maybe that was her brain's way of bringing the memories back to her. She shook her head, unsure of which it was but she did know she was thirsty and a stream seemed like a good place to quench that. She stood slowly, her knees shaking a little bit and started toward what she assumed was the camp entrance.
"Batheart?" The calico turned to her companion. "Thank you."
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batheart
ShadowClan
Posts: 6
Rank: Warrior
Age: 22 Moons
Mate: N/A
Crush: N/A
Mentor: Boarstrike
Apprentice: N/A
Played By: Boggs
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Post by batheart on Jun 7, 2015 7:46:13 GMT -5
The brawny bat beside her continued to forcefully and steadily purr. She had once heard a medicine cat from another clan telling a pregnant shadowclan queen that if she purred, it would calm her kits—just because of the sound. She didn’t understand it, but it seemed to be working just as well with the elderly she-cat.
Batheart learned over and gently groomed the fur on the back of her neck. Soon enough, Rosepelt was pushing herself to her paws, and even the rate at which she breathed seemed to be where it was supposed to be.
”Batheart? Thank you.” The words brought a lopsided smile to the young warrior’s muzzle, and she heaved herself to her paws as well, taking a step after the calico she-cat.
”Do you want me to come with you, Rosepelt?” She volunteered, head tilting.
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Post by rosepelt on Jun 13, 2015 1:35:53 GMT -5
Rosepelt ~ 89 ~ Elder ~ ShadowClan ~ She-cat
”Do you want me to come with you, Rosepelt?” Her eyes lit up at the words spoken by the other she-cat. That would be lovely! Company would probably do me well." She started toward the camp entrance and once she had made it through she paused. A worried expression crossed her face as she glanced back to the black she-cat.
"Uhm..." She wasn't entirely sure where to go. She could hear trickling water but it seemed to be coming from all directions.
((Sorry for the absence, trying to figure stuff out with a new work schedule.)) |
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batheart
ShadowClan
Posts: 6
Rank: Warrior
Age: 22 Moons
Mate: N/A
Crush: N/A
Mentor: Boarstrike
Apprentice: N/A
Played By: Boggs
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Post by batheart on Jun 17, 2015 21:16:22 GMT -5
Batheart patiently plodded after Rosepelt. She wriggled her way out of the tunnel that seemed to grow narrower and narrower the older and larger Batheart grew, and when she emerged, she nearly bumped into the calico she-cat’s flank where she had paused. The younger cat perked her ears and looked about. It took her a moment, but the well-meaning warrior eventually realized the issue. ”This way, Rosepelt,” Batheart encouraged her, dipping her head and starting off at a slow pace towards the west and the mossy trees near their camp.
”The water runs clearest here, it’s nice that it’s so close to camp—and with moss to take some back, too,” Batheart flicked her tail and gestured towards the dark greens and browns mottling the slender trunks of the trees in Shadowclan’s territory.
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