forum I didn't see any Warriors RP [Open]

Started April 11, 2018 by @Lavy-the-Nerdy-Sci-Fi-Birdy

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"His own blood?" What could that mean? No… it couldn't be… "Did… d-did Leopardpaw kill him?"

"I'm not tattletale," He muttered, "So don't ask."

"This is my brother we're talking about! And my sister! It's incredibly important information!"

"And do you think I care?!" He spat, turning to him sharply.

Ashpaw's eyes stung with tears, and he looked away. He flinched when the she cat touched his leg, but otherwise didn't say anything.

"Ill check up on you at dawn, so go to sleep.. And Winter," He said before padding out the hollow, "Get him some food."

(Time skip?)

(Sure)
Ashpaw woke up in the same place as he had the previous day. He still couldn't move, or do much of anything, and the scent of his brother was still strong. He blinked tears away from his eyes, sort of in shock from Thunderpaw's death.

(Lets say there in the twoleg place)

The leave rustled out side and in came the long-haired tom, with the light of dawn, Ashpaw could make out his muscular fetchers and the deep brown striped on his thick brown pelt.

Ashpaw lay his head back down, pretending to be asleep. He still didn't think he really trusted this tom. His leg seemed to have been bound with something that he couldn't see. Probably reeds and vines, like what's traditional.

"I know your awake." The tom said, sitting right next to Ashpaws head.

"Fine. Do you need something? Are you going to tell me who you are or where I am now?"

"No." He said quickly, getting up again, "Cant you smell where we are? The monsters? the dogs? Have ant ideas?"

(I think this is what Lynxfur looked like, http://www.catster.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/600px-chewbacca.jpg !)

"I mean, I haven't gone far out of camp before. But based on your description, I'd say somewhere in the vicinity of twolegs."

"We're at the edge of the twoleg place, in Blizzards camp."

( BLizzard -> http://www.nfhs.ca/gallery/_1prince3.jpg )

"Who's Blizzard? Why did you take me here?"

"Because here you can rest up and heal, and as for Blizzard, don't get in his way kit."

"Alright, but couldn't I have just been brought to Riverclan? I mean, I'm a medicine cat apprentice, so with the right materials, technically I could fix myself. My mentor's out for a while."

Ha titled his head and looked down at the black cat, "Do you think I care?" He said blankly, "Because I don't care if you if your Clear Sky's himself, your staying here."

Ashpaw turned his ears back, but didn't argue. Looked like he'd be stuck here a while. But what about the clan?! Finchsong left me as the medicine cat! Lilypetal's just there for assistance! She can't do it all by herself! He started getting anxious and fidgeted with his paws.

"Do you need to walk?" The tom asked blankly, staring out the den.

"I can try, but I don't know whether I can." Ashpaw pulled himself onto his three usable paws and began limping around in circles, the crippled version of pacing.

"Good for you, you learned how to walk.." His voice was still level, and now it was getting annoying.

Ashpaw ignored the tom's comments. If he paid them too much mind, he'd get irritated, and he really didn't care enough to be vexed right now. He just continued his strange pacing, worrying about this and that.

"Is he ok?" Asked a unknown female voice.

"Yes he is Winter, don't worry." Said the tom, glancing back at him.

"What am I going to do?!" Ashpaw muttered to himself. "Finchsong's gone, and Lilypetal's inexperienced… no, no, no!" He started shredding the grass inside the cave with his claws.

"Learned to walk and now how to use his claws, very good." The tom muttered.

"Just leave me alone! I've failed my clan and there's nothing I can do about it!" Ashpaw's eyes filled with tears, and he started pacing again.

"What a sad story…" He muttered, "I don't care.."

Why is this tom such a jerk? He's separated me from my clan and now I'm doomed! His breathing grew quicker, and he looked for a way out. I can't stay in here any longer or I'll suffocate!

"Cant we let him out?" Came the voice of Winter, "Fresh air is good for hurt cants."

"I don't give a mouse dung about what happens to him." The tom muttered, leaving the den.