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Post by Crewe on May 13, 2012 20:57:16 GMT
Mottledfrost pads through the streets and back alleys resolutely, doing her best to ignore the smell of garbage to search for any trace of FernClan scent.
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Post by ben on May 16, 2012 7:27:14 GMT
Deadfur walked close behind Mottledfrost, already bored with the journey and unsure why Starlingstar hd asked so many of them to come.
Surely they wouldn't need that much protection?
Getting impatient with the lack of excitement, he spoke up.
"Why doesn't Ripplepaw lead? With his nose he'll be able to find Owlstar much faster," he meowed.
Ripplepaw grinned, then looked to Mottledfrost, eager for the chance to lead the group.
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Post by Crewe on May 17, 2012 22:18:14 GMT
Mottledfrost glances down at the apprentice and nods after a moment.
"All right," she says, whiskers twitching. "You're sure you can pick out her scent? She's been out of FernClan territory a long time."
Shadowfoot trods along towards the back of the patrol, head swinging from side to side as she looks for signs of rogues.
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Post by ben on May 18, 2012 6:33:28 GMT
"FernClan's scent is... Different than all of this. Everything here is strange, so all I have to do is find something familiar." Ripplepaw explained confidently. He sniffed the air, then the ground. The harsh scents stung his nose, but he still managed to pick out every little scent.
"We might have to go a bit further," he muttered, annoyed by smell of the monsters and how much it had washed over everything around them.
Deadfur nodded, and followed his apprentice, scenting the air in hope of helping to pick something up, cringing at the strange smells.
Ripplepaw led the way down a narrow alley, walking in the shadows out of habit. Then something caught his attention. Something tiny itty bitty but distinctive and not belonging to this disgusting environment. He hurried, the scent growing. Then he stopped suddenly, staring at the ground.
A tiny piece of a fern, dried, with a couple of hairs on it.
"I bet that fell from Owlstar's pelt." he meowed with a grin. "Mottledfrost, come here, smell this."
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Post by Crewe on May 18, 2012 20:55:31 GMT
Mottledfrost quickly steps up to the fern, gently nudging Ripplepaw to the side and breathing deeply.
The scent had faded immensely, but its familiarity had not; the she-cat's eyes lit up and she turned to the rest of the patrol.
"It's definitely Owlstar's scent," she says, speaking quickly in a tight voice as she sought to control herself.
Mottledfrost looks to Ripplepaw.
"Can you find anything else?" she asks.
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Post by ben on May 18, 2012 22:51:36 GMT
"Now that I have his scent, of course," he mewed. He sniffed around, trying to find something. All the old scents were horribly faint and masked by everything else and it took him a moment.
"Uh, there's something," he started walking across the narrow alleyway, just reaching the other side as a monster rushed past. It. Shook his fur but he hardly noticed it, too busy trying to sort through the different scents.
"This way," he called out, then continued to walk further down into the shadows, quickly turning a corner and disappearing.
Deadfur stood watching his apprentice, then almost leapt back in fright as the monster rushed past. He stood frozen for a moment, then dashed across after Ripplepaw. He couldn't smell anything similar to scents of home but somehow the shadows comforted him and he followed quickly into the darkness and sound the corner.
(how much further do you want to go til we find owl star crewe?)
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Post by Crewe on May 19, 2012 1:14:37 GMT
(I'll take it from here; I have plans.)
Mottledfrost dashes after Ripplepaw, searching for Owlstar's scent herself.
Suddenly, a cat drops down in front of the patrol, looking at them with her head tilted and her eyes wide. Her slightly ruffled fur is a mixture of white, gray, and tawny, and she has wide amber eyes, which she turns warmly on the patrol.
"Hullo, dearies!" she says, tail waving high in the air behind her. "What brings you to Auntie's den? Got a sick uncle, do you?"
Mottledfrost blinks, put off guard by the she-cat's sudden appearance, but quickly recovers and steps to the front of the patrol, nodding courteously.
"We're searching for a dark brown she-cat named Owlstar. She would smell similar to me, and went missing some time ago; could you possibly provide any information regarding her whereabouts?"
The she-cat blinks, tilting her head to the other side. "Well, dearie, you do use some big words! I'm afraid I'm just a little nurse, and I don't quite understand everything you said. But would you know, your scent ''does'' seem a bit familiar..."
She sits down and moves her head again, a faraway look in her eyes.
"Let me see, now. Perhaps it was one of my patients? We have quite a few poor dears come through looking for help, you know. There's lots in these parts to make a kitty's mind not right!"
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Post by memyselfandi on May 19, 2012 1:56:36 GMT
Foxpelt pads up behind Mottledfrost, examining the she-cat.
"Seems nice enough....I don't trust her."
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Post by Pup on May 21, 2012 2:23:30 GMT
(Thankyou Ben)
Ripplepaw jumped back and quickly moved behind the warriors, shocked by the cats sudden appearance. He had been trying so hard to focus on the old, faint smells that he had forgotten to go over the fresh smells around him.
Starlingstar glared at the strange cat, hoping Mottledfrost would finish with this cat soon. She wanted to be gone from this horrid place and was questioning why she had come in the first place.
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Post by Crewe on May 21, 2012 20:24:53 GMT
Mottledfrost frowns. "Can you help us, or not?" she demands.
The she-cat makes a clicking noise with her tongue. "Now, now, don't be so impatient, dearie! I'm thinking."
Mottledfrost forces herself to keep her hackles down. "Very well," she says stiffly.
The she-cat purrs and flicks the FernClan deputy's nose with her tail.
"That's the way, sweetie! Show some respect for your elders. Now then, I think I do know where the cat you're looking for!"
Mottledfrost's eyes light up, and she takes a deep breath to force herself to stay calm.
"Excellent! My thanks, stranger; now, if you could just take us to her, we'll take her home."
The she-cat shakes her head. "No, no, I'm afraid I can't do that, dearie. Our sweet Brownie, as we call her, is not well enough to leave us; she's something of a danger to herself and others. She needs to stay here so we can set her to rights, and then bring her home."
She tilts her head, looking thoughtful. "That is, if she ever remembers her home; dear Brownie can't remember a thing of her past."
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Post by Pup on May 21, 2012 21:57:51 GMT
Starlingstar couldn't stop herself. She puffed up her fur, unsheathed her claws and growled, 'What have you done to Owlstar you mouse-brained fool?'
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Post by Crewe on May 21, 2012 22:30:30 GMT
The she-cat yelps and draws back, looking offended.
"Me and my cats did nothing but help her! We found the poor dear wandering the streets, hopelessly confused, and took her in. That's what we do, see. There's lots out there to ruin a cat's mind. Me and my team take them in, give them somewhere to live and cats to protect them, and we help them recover. Your Brownie, though..." the she-cat shakes her head. "She ain't getting much better, I'm afraid. Progress is made, certainly, but slowly, and she doesn't remember a thing--not even her name."
"Her name is Owlstar," Mottledfrost says, forcing her voice not to shake. "And I will see her."
The she-cat shakes her head, eyes wide.
"Oh no, no, no, sweetie, you can't do that! Brownie's a danger to everyone! She lashes out at any cat that comes near, and she's hurt herself on the walls before. You don't want to see her like that, sweetheart, and she wouldn't recognize you, anyway."
Mottledfrost snarls, causing the she-cat to yelp again. "I will see my leader, and if you dare try to stop me, I will rip your ears off and feed them to the rats."
The she-cat shrinks back, whimpering.
"V-very well, very well, come along with Auntie, then. But you won't like what you see, dearie, I c'n promise you that."
She leaps up onto a dumpster and from there to a fire escape landing, motioning with her tail for Mottledfrost to follow.
"Come with me, Foxpelt," the FernClan warrior says quietly, leaping after her.
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Post by memyselfandi on May 22, 2012 0:17:13 GMT
Foxpelt pauses for a moment, before following Mottledfrost. While normally he might think twice, at this particular time it probably isn't a good plan to cross her.
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Post by Crewe on May 22, 2012 0:43:00 GMT
Mottledfrost waits for Foxpelt, then leaps up to the landing and clambers up to the roof, where the she-cat waits, tail lashing nervously. She bounds to the other edge of the roof and leaps across to the next building over, crossing above an alley nearly too narrow to walk down.
Mottledfrost follows, her shoulder twinging as she lands on it. The large she-cat shakes it off and bounds after the rogue, one ear angling behind her to make sure Foxpelt is following. She shivers slightly, feeling as if she's being watched, but seeing no one.
The rogue she-cat stops above another narrow alley, ears back and tail twitching.
"Brownie's down in there," she says, nodding towards the alley. "She has to be kept all alone, or else she'd hurt my other patients," the she-cat says, sounding troubled. "You can't go down there, but you can look. I--I'm sorry for what you'll see, I warned you, sweetie."
She steps to the side. "Do be quiet, don't disturb the dear if she's tired."
Mottledfrost takes a deep breath and steps up to the edge of the roof, motioning for Foxpelt to follow with her tail. Slowly, she lowers her head to the dim alley below.
Laying in a huddle below, blood visible from the height of the low building, is a husky brown she-cat. Mottledfrost stares down, trying to convince herself that the cat is a stranger, when, as if alerted by some sense, the cat turns.
Wide amber eyes turn to look up at the two FernClan warriors. Mottledfrost's breath catches in her throat, and she sags slightly against Foxpelt.
"Owlstar," she breathes, stepping a little closer to the edge.
The brown she-cat's eyes flash and she leaps to her feet.
"GO!" she yowls, eyes wild. "GO NOW!"
The rogue instantly leaps to her feet and shoves Mottledfrost and Foxpelt away from the edge as Owlstar lets out a loud wail.
"Calm down, sweetie!" the she-cat calls to Owlstar.
Several large cats leap from a low window beside the FernClan leader and pour over her, muffling her cries.
The rogue shepherds the two FernClan cats away from the edge.
"You see, dearies? You let my team take care of her. They'll calm her right down, and take care of those scratches. She must've given them to herself since my last rounds. She's got some muscle on her, and my team can't go near her when she's in one of her moods, so the best we can do is let her tire herself out, then patch her right up again."
Mottledfrost isn't listening to the she-cat babble, instead trying to put her thoughts in order.
"You got her in a right state, dearie," the she-cat says, nudging the deputy along back towards the rest of the patrol. "You'd best go before she starts yelling things you don't want to hear."
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Post by memyselfandi on May 22, 2012 0:44:21 GMT
Foxpelt stares blankly at Owlstar.
"What..."
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Post by Crewe on May 22, 2012 0:52:44 GMT
"I--" Mottledfrost begins, but is cut off by the rogue.
"Now back to your friends, before you get any of my other patients all riled up," the she-cat says sternly.
"Owlstar--" Mottledfrost tries again, and is again cut off.
"Does not wish to see you, as you can see," the she-cat snaps. "Now you really must leave, or I'll have to have one of my boys come make this unpleasant."
Mottledfrost's eyes flash, but she steps back towards the first roof. "Very well. But I will be back to retrieve her."
"Oh no no no!" the she-cat says, sounding distraught. "You can't come back here, you'll set them all off again! Strangers that aren't patients are very disruptive to the healing environment we have here!"
"My leader--" Mottledfrost begins, her voice going cold. Once again, she's cut off.
"Told you to go! Now, if you won't listen to me, you just must listen to her! I promise, when the time is right, she'll be returned to you, sweetie, but now you really must let her stay and get better!"
Mottledfrost gives the top of the alleyway, the only part visible from here, a long look. Owlstar's muffled yowls and curses ringing in her ears, she tears her gaze away and stares into the rogue's eyes.
"Very well. But she will come home to FernClan."
"Yes yes, when things are right for her to go. But now, you need to go!"
Mottledfrost turns away and leaps back over to the other roof, silently padding back towards the fire escape.
"You too, sweetie," the rogue says, turning to Foxpelt and nudging his shoulder.
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Post by memyselfandi on May 22, 2012 0:53:23 GMT
Foxpelt sighs and leaps after Mottledfrost.
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Post by Crewe on May 22, 2012 0:57:15 GMT
The rogue follows them, looking hassled.
Mottledfrost clambers down the fire escape and onto the dumpster, then down to the street. She pads to the front of the patrol, eyes staring straight in front of her.
"We're going home," she tells the DarClan cats quietly. "Thank you for your help."
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Post by memyselfandi on May 22, 2012 0:59:34 GMT
Foxpelt drops to the ground behind Mottledfrost, ready to follow her back to the Clan.
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Post by Crewe on May 22, 2012 1:09:27 GMT
"Oh, wait just a second, sweeties!" The rogue looks around, then lets out a yowl.
"Silver! Squirrel!"
A few moments later, a slim brown tabby she-cat appears from around a nearby corner, looking confused, and a silver she-cat with scars on one shoulder that would be very familiar to certain cats. Both freeze in their tracks and start complaining.
"Auntie, what are these warriors doing here?!" the brown she-cat demands.
"No. Nononononono. Nope. I'm leaving. No way I'm doing anything with these cats!" the silver she-cat says, lashing her tail and glaring at Foxpelt.
The rogue frowns and clambers down to street level, advancing on the two young cats.
"You two will escort these cats home. They are my guests, and visitors. You will show them respect and hospitality and in no way will you give them any reason to complain."
They make a brief attempt at argument, but finally back down under the she-cat's glare, then duck around her and walk over to the Clan cats. The brown she-cat dips her head, while the silver one sulks.
"My name's Squirrel," the brown cat says, "and this is my friend Silver. We'll escort you home."
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