Skip to toolbar

A Fallen Bear

Forums SkyClan SkyClan Territory Birch Forest A Fallen Bear

Viewing 6 posts - 1 through 6 (of 6 total)
  • Author
    Posts
  • #10897
    Feared
    Participant

    Bear ~ Mountain Cat


    Throb. Throb. Throb. A loud buzzing throb was all this tomcat could hear as he slowly dragged his massive body through the thick snow and the leaves underfoot. His left eye was closed from the blood that dripping down from his brow and clouding his vision, all he could see was red. Lips parted as he panted, both in pain and sheer exhaustion as he was trying to pinpoint just where he was, but his mind was in shambles. Shock was settling in within his stomach, pupils wide as he slowly lifted his muzzle high enough to notice that the slope was straightening out just a bit and tall grey and white trees were towering over him. Odd. He didn’t remember being this close to those clan freaks. But then again, perhaps he should be grateful, he had heard tales of these felines being advanced in medicine. At least as advanced as one could be without the aid of humans. Humans. He spat a wad of blood onto the ground, his teeth stained pink and his lips drawn back in a snarl. Humans had done this to him, a pair of young teenagers on their snowmobiles had purposively gone out of their way to track him down. His head pounded even harder just recalling the memory. “Shit… where are those tree huggers.” He growled to himself, his deep voice breaking from the pain he was in.

    Toes dragged lazily against the ground as he couldn’t place any weight on his right foot, the use of that leg wasn’t an option. Silently he prayed to the ancestors that his leg wasn’t broken and on the other hand he didn’t give two shits. Yellow-green eye slowly trailed along the tall birch trees, his face grimacing in pain for a moment before he pressed his lips together and cleared his throat. Mountain cats rarely traveled this far to the clans, clan cats were not very friendly towards travelers. But right now he didn’t have that luxury. Large pointed ears twitched slightly as he tried to pick up a sound of felines beyond the trees, but he couldn’t pin-point anything besides the buzzing within his own ears. “Damn.” He grumbled softly, shaking his head as droplets of blood fell from the dark brown tabby striped fur on his face to the stark white snow under him. Blinking slowly, he panted heavily tail tip twitching with anxiety. “Grizzly be damned. I need help now.” He mumbled, the scent marker of these cats was apparent but if he wanted to live then he didn’t have time to wait for a peaceful meeting. Either they helped him or he would die. Slowly the massive dark brown tabby tomcat was pushing his way through the snow, his right foreleg limp beside of him with scuff marks along his shoulder blade. Chin lowered as he stumbled, pain sparking up his shoulder blade and to the middle of his back. “Ack!” He growled, his body falling to the ground as he landed on his stomach, eyes pressed shut tightly as he shivered. No, he wasn’t cold. Where the hell were these tree huggers? Bear wondered to himself, his head was spinning and his thinking process was nearly mush. Damn humans.

    #10908
    Pheebs
    Participant

    ” loving someone more than yourself

    can be killing at times “

    Moonberry contemplated whether she was acting petty. Surely not. She was simply doing the very opposite of what Waspfrost said she should do because he said she couldn’t. And, alright, maybe she was doing this partially because she was still sullen over Wasp’s treatment of her. I’m not some half-year kit! Did that mean she was behaving pettily? “Probably,” the curl eared molly mumbled aloud, mismatched eyes darting around nervously. Rogues, right. The heavy-set molly shuffled her paws, hesitance dogging her movements. A haunted look shadowed her eyes, but she blamed it on her nightmares. Moonberry huffed, “You’re a warrior- you ought to be braver than this.” And you made the decision to go out hunting- just you and one other warrior. How smart of you. 

    Moonberry couldn’t stop herself from turning her head, searching for her companion’s familiar face. Her concerns were now encroaching on previously established confidence, and panic whispered for her to turn back. The unfamiliar scent of a stranger only managed to put her more on edge, her thick fur bristling along her back. “Who are you?” Moon cried out, expressing a brief instant of fearlessness. The sight that greeted her was a tom (handsome, she noted) with broad shoulders that bowed as he curled up. Scarlet blossoms bloomed in the snow below him, with droplets of crimson cascading down the tom’s face. That was enough to shake the molly out of her stupor, and she quickly advanced. “Hush,” Moonberry murmured, nearing the tom, throwing caution to the wind.

    The shorter molly curled up beside the tom, hoping he hadn’t caught cold yet. It wouldn’t do well to come just in time to help him, only to find he’d gotten hypothermia from being out in the frigid cold for who knows how long. Moonberry pressed her white and black pelt to his dark brown, tabby marked pelt. Warily, she sniffed at his injuries, oblivious of any potential dangers she was posing for herself by being crowded next to a stranger. “What did you get yourself into?” The warrior grumbled, concern weakening the sharpness with which she delivered her inquiry. Despite the bitterness of her distress, her face retained its natural earnest sweetness. Although, fatigue had driven its mark into the crevices of her expression. 

    #10979
    jasper
    Participant

    The lean brown main coon had followed after the rather anxious apparent molly his amber hues shifted solely ahead of them his maw parted slightly as he trailed after his clanmate. He hadn’t had a whole lot to do when this molly had came up to him requesting that he went with her on a hunt. Hesitate at first the tom had agreed, what excuse did he have to stay in camp? None what so ever. Letting out a soft sigh the tom had only hoped that he wouldn’t have to do any climbing of any sorts, despite his rather natural strong ability in climbing he had sworn it off after having a fall from a rather high perch. If he was honest he was surprised he had only ended with a roughed up shoulder and nothing else. Tall oak had paid little to no attention to the mindless chatter of the feline, telling that she clearly had some troubles she was going through. Snow crunching below each heavy paw step the scarred tom grew to a complete stop when he had a taste of blood hit the roof of his mouth.

    Fur brisling up and claws unsheathing from his paws the tom braced himself for any sort of attack, quite unneeded to say the least the toms hues fallen on the rather beaten up tom that had collapsed in front of him. Blood soaked the crystal white snow that littered the ground, bellows of white clouds came from the toms maw, he could tell that the tom wasn’t from the clans, unsure where this feline had came from he knew based on the horrid sight in front of him that they may potentially not have long before the cold held him hostage taking another unneeded live from the them. “Moonberry, Do you know how exactly we are suppose to help them….? I’m not sure if they can make it back to camp for the medicine cat too look at them..” He mumbled softly to the molly as he crept towards her. Still on edge the tom stared at the hurt feline his tail twitching as they studied the other his mind racing on things they could potentially  do to help this stranger.

    #11038
    Feared
    Participant

    Bear

    Mountain Cat


    Help. Isn’t that what he needed? Then why was it when he heard paws crunching through the snow that he felt his upper lip curl in aggression and his eyes slanted as he managed to open them and peer at the blurry figurines moving towards him. “Not… one…. s-step closer.” Bear managed to snarl, but his voice trembled regardless, ears laying flat against his cranium and his pelt bristled with unease. He was helpless but he could still appear that he could at least snatch their pelt. However, the black and white blurr was getting closer and closer, which caused him to growl but it only made his head ache, causing a soft grunt to leave his throat, flinching at the pain that sparked through his shoulder blade as he shifted back, but it was useless. “Muck off.” Bear growled, his teeth bared but his breathing was in pants, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as his eyes flickered back and forth between the dark brown blurr and the white and black spotted blurr.

    Moonberry got closer and with that, his vision cleared to see a beautiful round faced she-cat, her expression concerned as he stared at her blankly. That expression wasn’t one of a deadly feline, which caused his tense muscles to slightly relax, eyelids falling over his eyes as he let out a rigid breath. “You’re brave…. twinkle face…” Bear huffed out, she was pressing her body against his without any concern for her own safety, but it wasn’t like he could exactly attack her even if he wanted to. At her question, his eyes opened slightly but he was staring at his forepaws, chin tilting slightly as he watched droplets of his own blood falling down onto the snow and blossoming out as the warm liquid melted the snow beneath. “Humans… on snowmobiles.” He explained shortly, unable to go into deep detail as he lifted his chin towards the other massive dark brown tomcat, his eyes squinting but the Tom was a blurr still. “Ya have weird names…” Bear winced, but his brain clicked with the odd name, didn’t Grizzly say that Clan cats had odd names?

    Turning his chin towards the white and black molly that was pressing against him, his jaw was gritted together as he hated to beg… “Please… I need h-help.” His voice was strained but his gaze was dull and pleading as he looked between the two clan cats. He knew he was an outsider and had crossed their border, but he was desperate. “Please.” Bear huffed, his brows furrowed as his head shifted to lightly lean his massive head against Moonberry’s shoulder blade, his neck growing weak as he slowly blinked and looked towards the massive brown blurr of the other tomcat. “I… I can walk.” He grunted, trying to convince the other cats.

    #11104
    Pheebs
    Participant

    Moonberry was oblivious at the best of times, and this was one of the said times. With a blinding smile, the sweet-faced she-cat brushed off Bear’s hostility. There was some confusion over the tom’s nickname for her- if “twinkle face” was a nickname. The round she-cat hummed uncertainly, but she swiftly accepted the new alias.

    “If I’m Twinkle Face, who might you be?” The warrior laughed, though, the sound was almost hysterical. “Of course, sugar, we’ll help. Talloak, all we need to do is get him to Saffrongaze. C’mon, I’m not nearly as strong as you, and our friend’s a tad heavy.” Forcible cheer radiated from the nervous Skyclanner’s smile, and she strained herself trying to support the rogue’s massive build.

    “You’re a giant,” she mumbled, admiration touching her eyes. Given a different situation, Moonberry might have admired the stranger further. “Right, get his other side, thank you!” She acknowledged the younger warrior when Talloak approached. The scarred warrior’s help was appreciated, considering her lack of physical power. “Help as much as you can, if you can?” Moonberry requested hesitantly, tilting her face towards Bear’s blood-stained one. 

    “Tell- tell us a bit about, uh, ‘hoo-mawns’?” The word fell awkwardly off her tongue. “I remember a bad accident I had- it wasn’t too bad, a bit of a fall from this birch-“ She cut off quickly, a worried glance sent towards Talloak. She did not intend to trigger the warrior, who she knew suffered a traumatic fall- but the words had left her lips before she stopped them. 

    #11159
    jasper
    Participant
    .:: Talloak- warrior of skyclan ::.

    The brown maine coon flanked the injured tom cat on his other side his gaze shifted over to the other as he thought of a moment, “Would you perhaps like to switch sides? This side won’t be as heavy as the other side! The last thing we need is for you to get hurt on top of helping this fella out, I really don’t think I could carry the both of you back to camp..” He mused softly a soft chuckle came from him as we rounded the tom nudging the molly a bit as he knew that he indeed was a bit more stronger then the other, nothing wrong with that of course. Ears flickering slightly as he listened to the strangers chatter about humans….? Whatever those were he wasn’t sure if he liked the sound of them, scowling slightly he managed to gently shoo the molly away taking her place in the more heavier side of the tom. “What uh is a hoo-mawn…? What do they look like..?” He asked quietly as he waited for the other to get into position before they set off towards camp.

    When they molly had mentioned about falling out of a tree he felt his blood become ice cold for a minor second me memory flashing from his rather horrid accident he had not so long ago his fur bristling up slightly as he took a rather shaky breath. “So uh…. we should um get heading shall we..?” He nervously stated avoiding any and all eye contact with the molly. He was sure Moonberry hadn’t meant any harm when it came to her comment, it wasn’t uncommon to have a fall from the tree or anything of that nature. He just knew that he didn’t like talking about it or more so hear about it. It made him think of what had happened to him, if he was honest he was surprised he even survived from it to begin with.

Viewing 6 posts - 1 through 6 (of 6 total)
  • You must be logged in to reply to this topic.

Forums SkyClan SkyClan Territory Birch Forest A Fallen Bear