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[miss heny]

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She growled and flapped her wings in its direction, blowing it away


it makes a spatter on the wall

 

[SebrightLuver]

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it makes a spatter on the wall

She turned back and began chatting with Hawkheart again

 

[miss heny]

Scarlet sigh

 

[Blue_Myst]

The muffled air of the medicine den left a bitter, stale taste in Bloodwing's beak as he huddled against the hard wood, tail feathers bunched against the wall. His face crinkled in protest, but his grey eyes never left their watchful vigil. Even as the sun began to spurt oranges and reds into the darkening sky, Bloodwing remained unmoving, silent as he stared hopelessly down at the limp form next to him.

The deep gold feathers of Ambersong had become dull, matted, and brittle, even as her body had sunk, depleted itself into an emaciated, frail existence. Her crown was pale, waxy, and shrunken, and her eyes were always closed. The slow rise and fall of her chest was the only sign of life.

Finally, it was too much.

With a sudden jerk of his head, Bloodwing looked away, closing his eyes and consorting with the dark comfort of his own closed eyelids. It was all his fault that Ambersong was like this. He had been such an idiot to think that his friend could keep her safe--he'd been naive, foolish. And now his daughter was paying the price.

"I'm sorry, Amber," he stroked her head with one flight feather, imagining a time when she could fit neatly into the fold of his wing, her happy, smiling face peering up at him.

As Bloodwing withdrew his wing, he glanced about the room with wet eyes. He hadn't felt so helpless since the old days, when everyone was dying. But there had been an excuse at that time: war. Now, there was none. There was no reason Ambersong should be in this dark place, dying, falling away from him with every breath. Cold, hard anger burned in his chest.

Lost in his broody reverie, he didn't notice the faint cough emenating from his left. He almost didn't hear the raspy, feeble grumble. Almost.

"Daddy?"

Bloodwing's eyes widened. He turned, and found his gaze met by two tired, but alive, gray eyes.

 

[SebrightLuver]

Hawkheart lay by himself just outside the den, watching SunFlock to learn all he could about them.

 

[SebrightLuver]

Nightstar gathered her warriors and flew out of SunFlock, heading back into SnowFlock territory. They settled back in and congradulated Darkpaw on escaping.

 

[Blue_Myst]

“Whoa, what happened?” Ambersong winced, still lying on her back, and put a wing to her crown gingerly. “Oh, man, it feels like . . like. ..” she raised a brow and surveyed her father suspiciously. “You haven’t been sitting on my head by any chance, have you?”

“An old fat rooster like me? No,” Bloodwing’s grey eyes glistened even as he laughed, hardly able to believe that Amber had come around after all these weeks, after all this time. “If I had, you wouldn’t have much of a head left.”

With a laugh, Ambersong’s beak twisted into a smirk before collapsing into a grimace. She lay back down on the nest and closed her eyes with a shudder. “Oh, don’t make me laugh, daddy–it makes me . . .” her face was tinged with grin as she shut her beak, deciding not to continue.

“Don’t get up too quickly,” Bloodwing advised gently, putting a wing on her shoulder, as if he couldn’t believe what was happening. His spirits soared when he found that he could actually touch her–it was real. He smiled. It was all real. “You’ve—well,” his grey eyes looked away. “You were badly injured.”

From the nest, Ambersong twirled a foot absently in thought before suddenly pointing her toes into the air in revelation. “Let me guess, Nightshade?” at the name she put a wing to her chest subconsciously, feeling the rough, hewn scars in her front and along her sides. “She really did a good job,” she opened her eyes and stared up at Bloodwing, shaking her head, a small smile of triumph spreading over her beak. “But I didn’t tell her,” she muttered. “I didn’t tell her a single thing.”

“Amber,” Bloodwing took a deep breath and closed his eyes, fighting the anger that tore at his throat and threatened to blacken even his deepest thoughts. A low growl escaped his beak. He would never forgive Nightshade for doing this–never! “Amber,” he tried again, more in control of himself, his grey eyes looking into hers earnestly. “What did she want to know? Why did she do this to you?”

“Because . . .” Ambersong rolled onto her side and propped herself up on one wing, staring at him in a strangely calculating manner. “She wanted to know about you.”

 

[miss heny]

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Scarlet comes in, she looked like she was ran over by a moose

 

[Blue_Myst]

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Scarlet comes in, she looked like she was ran over by a moose

"Me?" At once Bloodwing's anger boiled almost to the breaking point, and he paced in front of Ambersong, digging his claws aggressively into the dirt. It was one thing to have his daughter captured and tortured by a sadistic hen--wholly another to have it done on his behalf. It was more than he could take. "Why?" he stopped, shifting his feathers angrily. "Why me, Amber?"

"I was hoping you could tell me," Ambersong's grey eyes narrowed, and Bloodwing stared back, startled. "You seem to know her well enough."

"Amber," he growled, "You know I would never willingly put you in harm's way--whatever Nightshade wanted you for, it was nothing of my doing. I tried--" he started, turning about to see Scarletstar enter the den, disheveled beyond comparison. "Scarlet?"

 

[miss heny]

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Scarlet comes in, she looked like she was ran over by a moose

"Me?" At once Bloodwing's anger boiled almost to the breaking point, and he paced in front of Ambersong, digging his claws aggressively into the dirt. It was one thing to have his daughter captured and tortured by a sadistic hen--wholly another to have it done on his behalf. It was more than he could take. "Why?" he stopped, shifting his feathers angrily. "Why me, Amber?"

"I was hoping you could tell me," Ambersong's grey eyes narrowed, and Bloodwing stared back, startled. "You seem to know her well enough."

"Amber," he growled, "You know I would never willingly put you in harm's way--whatever Nightshade wanted you for, it was nothing of my doing. I tried--" he started, turning about to see Scarletstar enter the den, disheveled beyond comparison. "Scarlet?"

she fell into a nest, brownleaf comes in "you are gonna stay at Sunflock, no matter what" she said coolly, she had blood on her beak, and claws