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Post by ˚Reason˚ on Jan 14, 2012 16:31:22 GMT -6
Swansong stood at the edge of the rocky cliff with a look of deliberation on her face. Shifting her paws to test the sturdiness of the cliff, Swansong was disappointed when a few stones gave way under the pressure of her weight and tumbled down the cliff and out of sight. Swansong gave a long suffering sight and rolled her bright amber eyes to the heavens above her. It was twilight not, by the time the she cat had found some time out of her hectic schedule at the clan because of the disease that had been spreading around the clan. Somewhere in the back of the she cat's mind there was still a part of her that was fretting at even leaving the clan for a few minutes to get herbs. She had a firm lock on those feelings, not allowing any of them to bypass her mental clamp upon them. Now was no the time to panic, plus it wasn't like she was leaving the clan unattended for no good reason. She was getting desperate to find a cure for the plague that had ravaged WindClan, so whenever she had the time, Swansong would wander the territory and pick random plants, hoping one of them would be the cure she was hoping for.
Of course Swansong was not stupid enough to pick plants and berries at random, they might be poisonous but she watched birds and other animals. If they ate the plant with no negative effects she would risk feeding them to her patients to see if they would help cure them. Truth be told, Swansong had used every cure she had ever been taught as a medicine cat apprentice but none worked. There was nothing else she could do. After being faced with reality, Swansong started experimenting with different plants.
That is what brought the white she cat to the rocky cliffs. Hanging on the side of the cliff was a long stringy plant with bright pink flowers. Earlier that morning Swansong had seen some chickadees peeking at the flowers without any signs of illness so she thought they might be a good idea for her next trails. The only problems with this plan was the fact that they were half way down a cliff. Swansong could remember her last adventure dealing with the gorge that didn't end all that well. More specifically, it ended with Swansong being swept off in a river.
Shuddering at the memories, Swansong placed one frail paw at a time as she slowly made her way down the cliff side. Only a few paw-steps away from the plant Swansong found herself stuck. The ledge the plant was growing on was not strong or large enough to support a cat of her size and was likely to crumble as soon as she set her paw on it. Deciding it was worth the risk, Swansong crouched in a hunting position she remembered in her training before becoming a medicine cat. Spring directly downwards her paws caught on the ledge easily and it thankfully supported her weight. Giving a small sigh of relief, Swansong plucked the plant right at its roots, but it didn't budge.
"Huh. Stubborn thing, aren't you?" She mumbled under her breath before giving a harsh tug on the plant. The plant snapped free sending Swansong reeling at the force of her tug. Her back paws slipped off the the ledge and the rest of hr body followed. Swansong let out a yowl of surprise and dug her claws into the rocky earth of the cliff. She was pulled to a halt by her claws but her back end was hanging off the cliff precariously. She tried getting a grip with her hind claws but the cliff was made of small movable pebbled beneath her claws.
Dangling there precariously, Swansong's teeth still clamp tightly around the plant, the medicine cat glanced up at the top of the cliff with completely clam eyes. "Well this isn't good." She meowed shortly. |
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Post by мυsε★ on Jan 17, 2012 11:03:07 GMT -6
[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width:420px; background:#7d8d7e; border-radius:5px][atrb=style,padding-top:10px;][atrb=align,center][/style] [style=width:400px; font-family: georgia; font-size:10px; color:#7d8d7e; background-color:#323232;] Small white paws dashed through the open plains in search of anything. Stormpaw was always overwhelming swift in her abilities to either get in trouble or rather cause it. With majority of the clan readying for winter trouble she had decided it better to explore the territory. Cunning emerald orbs shuffled from one edge of the territory to the next but a small blotch of fur in the distance caught her attention. The small bodice of the apprentice hunched down immediately despite the large gaping distance between the two. Inching forward she kept her eyes on the white misty fur before it was gone. Over a ledge? Had a cat just fallen to it's death? Excitement suddenly raged in the she-cat. With her heart pounding wildly in the confines of her tiny chest she burst into a lope toward the edge. Her tiny paws had almost gone too fast and sent her sprawling over the edge to the sinister drop below. Dropping her small bodice against the brittle rock ledge, she perched her head at the edge. Eyes floating along at the bottom of the gorge before narrowing on the small smidgen of white which seemed to be struggling. It then became clear just whom this cat was. Swansong, medicine cat of her clan. Alarms seemed to screech in her head now as the apprentice watched with horror. The medicine cat with her plant between her jowls seemingly obvious to the apprentice above. Rearing her paws backward, the apprentice searched for something to help the white female. Finally she noticed a thick vine that extended down into the gorge. Making her way to the root she dug viciously against the ground wincing slightly when her claws collided with rock. After several pressing minutes she took hold of the root clamping it in her jaws as she tugged it along the ridge toward where the medicine cat was. 'Grauub onnpf,'
the muffled voice of the apprentice commanded. Ready to pull the she-cat up by reeling backwards once she was assured the cat's weight was on the vine.
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Post by ˚Reason˚ on Jan 19, 2012 20:07:30 GMT -6
Swansong braced herself before shooting one paw forward to try and haul herself up. Her claws dug into the deep earth, trying to get a grip to stabilize herself with, but there was nothing. The earth was soggy from the frost that morning that had momentarily melted with the rising sun. As the sun was setting it was turning back to frost but it was not yet frozen enough to allow Swansong's claws to get a firm grip. Grunting, the medicine cat tried to used her other paw but to the same effect. By now Swansong could feel the exhaustion of her muscles setting in. Her yellow eyes watched with a small amount of alarm as her limbs started to shake from exhaustion. Knowing she didn't have long before her claws started sliding again, the white female stared looking for an alternative.
The cliff around her was barren except for the plant in her jaws, a few patches of grass and a thick vine a few fox lengths to her left side. Staring at the vine longingly for a moment, Swansong was distracted by her pointed ears picking up the sound of movement above her head. Twisting her head upwards Swansong caught a glimpse of fur before the cat disappeared once more. Huffing in frustration Swansong cast her eyes around once more for something of use when the vine next her started moving. The muffled sound of yelling came from the top of the cliff and the medicine cat smiled in relief.
The other cat had moved the vine closer but it still was not close enough for her to grab easily. Deciding she had to take a risk, Swansong rallied some strength in her limbs before leaping sideways. Her clear claws sunk into the vine, releasing some green jell from the vine. Finding herself a much sturdier grip, Swansong started to aid the cat helping her by walking up the cliff.
There were time when Swansong didn't have an places to put her paws so she had to let the other cat do all the lifting, but finally she could see the top of the cliff. Letting out a quick prayer to StarClan, Swansong urged herself over the top of the cliff through sheer willpower and flopped on her belly. Panting heavily she let go of the plant still in her mouth and just took a moment to catch her breath. She glanced over at the cat who had saved her and was surprised to see Stormpaw. Blinking her eyes owlishly for a moment, Swansong finally recovered her breath and her wits. "Thank you Stormpaw, I think you might have just saved my life." She meowed weakly, shaken up slightly from the experience.
Notes: Can you tell my muse is hurting?
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Tags: Swansong, Stormpaw, mild danger ;D
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