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Post by dualwielding on Nov 20, 2018 17:58:12 GMT -5
The prisoner leaned into her paws a little closer, tucked her elbows beneath her petite body and brought her nose to her pads. With a breath, she attempted to warm them. Some parts had been hardened with calluses, she assumed a reaction to save her skin from colliding with the cold snow. Adding on to it, she had heavily scorching skin beneath her thin fur, puffy and exhausted eyes, and a stuffy nose from the cold she was enduring. Carefully, day by day, the cough was closer to become a deadly one she wouldn't recover. Russetshadow turned her paw back to the snow and buried her exposed maw into them.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 25, 2018 1:57:21 GMT -5
"You should eat something Russetshadow" Meowed a worried Acaciablue. The russian blue she-cat pressed a cold half eaten mouse towards her den mate. The small she-cat and ex rogue had been living as a prisoner long side the others for many moons. While none of them were really friends they shared a bond. "You cant fight the illness if you dont try."
Post by dualwielding on Nov 25, 2018 2:25:40 GMT -5
She had already been sneaking meals from the prison guard for the past moon now. He just tossed it down to her whenever her stomach seemed to growl. She was able to keep it up this long without getting him in trouble. It was no use taking anything from the others who were just trying to survive here. As she saw it, she would be lucky if she'd die from the worsening sickness. Hesitant, she shook her head. “No,” she rasped, insistent. “I'm fine.” There was a hint of annoyance under her breath. She knew the she-cat wanted to help, but it irritated her most that she tried to help the other prisoners. It wouldn't benefit her in any way. Russetshadow thought it was best to just keep her head down. “Finish it. You'll need the strength if they decide to pull you out for entertainment.”
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 25, 2018 20:57:25 GMT -5
The sigh that she let out came with a light puff of mist from her breath. It was colder than usual. "Do you belong somewhere Russetshadow?" Acaciablue asked ignoring the mouse and her insisting she herself eat it. This was her self appointed task. Caring for them. All of them. Her own form of rebellion against the clan who had stolen her happiness, freedom, and life as she knew it.
Post by dualwielding on Nov 26, 2018 13:29:53 GMT -5
Russetshadow blinked back and wondered exactly what she meant. Her question hung loosely in the air between them, a long pause following. It was a question that could really mean anything. The dark furred she-cat just gave her head a small shake and directed her eyes elsewhere. "Not here, that's for sure," she grumbled. Inwardly, her mind swarmed around her old home. A few moons in this place really taught her how much she missed it, despite the complications. "What about you?"
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 26, 2018 14:42:21 GMT -5
The Russianblue blinked slowly. Visions of her brother Cuckoo and her sister Mint with their little rogue caravan passed through her mind. Her sisters sweet smile and her brothers sarcastic roll of his green eyes. She missed them so much. She hoped in the 8+ moons she had resided with WinterClan that they were all safe and healthy. "I was a rogue. We made our home on the outskirts of SpringClan's territory." she shuffled her paws rubbing them over one another. "We rarely interacted with the clan cats. But several moons ago leaf-bare was rough and prey was scarce. I needed to feed my family." she meowed with a little broken dip in her voice. "I got caught by a patrol and tried to escape to the SpringClan territory but they caught me first."
