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Duckie walked around. Looking at her own fluff she tried to howl. "Awwwwwwoooooooo" She howled in a high pitched pup howl.

 

[Dutchgirl]

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Duckie walked around. Looking at her own fluff she tried to howl. "Awwwwwwoooooooo" She howled in a high pitched pup howl.

Squirrel paced, his eyes glazed with fear. He could not see his mother and everyone was excited, running places and attacking things. Then he spotted Duckie. His black lip hung open, and a small dribble of saliva dripped off it as he gathered his wits. "G-get away from me, stranger," he said, his velvety ears intrusting and and back towards his neck. "Who are you?"​

 

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"Im duckie" Duckie said and rolled over on her belly, tongue lolling out and then pounced up,wanting to play as pups always did.

 

[Dutchgirl]

Squirrel's breathing evened and his eyes narrowed. He relaxed slightly, looking sideways at Duckie as he sniffed tentatively. "Where's your mother?" he asked, slowly.

 

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"She was killed..." Duckie said sadly.

 

[Dutchgirl]

Squirrel's eyes softened and he looked at his white paws. A gentle wind brushed his black fur, carrying the scent of blood. Suddenly he was alert. "Duckie," he said, urgency in his eyes. "We need to help. Look in the medicine den -" he gestured towards it "- and see if my mother's there. She's large and white with a black stripe down her back, and she has a hurt paw. If so, tell her I'm going to help fight whatever enemy is here. Then find somewhere to hide and hide in it." With that, he ran away swiftly, like a breath of wind.

The sun shone down gently on Squirrel's dark fur, and a refreshing breeze blew the fur out of his eyes. The air should have been that of a perfect spring day, with birdsong and faint crows from the roosters in the neighboring WingClan, and with the trees' silent, mysterious singing; but battle cries filled the atmosphere now. The birds were quiet. Squirrel spied a female and her chicks peeking out from a nest in a flowering pink redbud tree, looking frightened. In a soothing voice he called to them, "Hush, little birds. No one will hurt you..." He felt brave yet weak, courageous yet unsure, strong yet scared. He wished he were a grown warrior, or at least an experienced apprentice, but here he stood, a half-grown pup who still longed for his mother.

The breeze aided Squirrel in finding a wolf. He crawled on his belly towards a scent, lowering his head and peeking out of a bush. There stood a huge wolf, a tannish color, with a head that looked too small for his large form. Although he was big, his ribs showed and he looked weak, tired, and hungry. The he-wolf looked around, raising his head and sniffing. The wind was blowing towards Squirrel, so his scent would not be caught. Squirrel noticed the the wolf had countless battle scars and seemed lonely. His dark brown eyes looked as if they were searching for something, not to kill, but rather in a wistful sort of way. Curious, Squirrel watched him. Then, without warning, the wind changed to the opposite direction, and it was as if Squirrel had stepped right before the he-wolf's eyes and barked and sang like the birds. The he-wolf jerked his head towards Squirrel's hiding place and stood stock still, his eyes narrowing. Then he moved forward carefully and barked, "Show yourself, whoever you are!" Squirrel sucked in a breath and stepped forward, trying to still his trembling legs. He swallowed and simply stared at the hulking being before him. The other did the same, and then said, a little more gently, "Who are you, pup?"
Squirrel tried to push his fear down his throat, but just ended up with a lump that prevented him from answering. He opened his mouth several times before managing to squeak out, "Squirrel. Black Squirrel, sir." The wolf looked impressed, and he took a breath, his ribs showing more than ever. "Good breeding," he murmured to himself, and then to Squirrel he said, "Who - and where - is your mother, Black Squirrel?" Squirrel looked more confident this time and was able to answer right away, "I don't know where she is, sir -- she got her paw hurt and I had to leave her -- but her name's Dove." Suddenly the wolf looked urgent and hopeful. "What was her mate's name, pup? Her surname?" he asked. Squirrel thought for a moment. "Dove... Dove, mate of Lion. Yes, that's it," he replied. The wolf looked as if his heart had stopped. For long seconds, he didn't breathe. Then, he closed his eyes, fell to the ground, and wept happy tears. "I-I-I.... I'm Lion," he choked out. "You're my son, young Squirrel," he said, sobbing. "Come to me, pup." Hesitantly, Squirrel walked forward and put his cold, wet, black nose to Lion's warm, dry, brown one.
After a few minutes, Squirrel said, quietly, "I'll show you the way back to where I live, sir. If that pleases you, of course," he added quickly. Lion nodded gratefully and they both walked slowly back to the clearing.

 

[BirdNut]

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You wrote that so well, Dutch! That gives me warm fuzzies, too!

 

[Dutchgirl]

Thanks, Birdy! I try to express myself even on these RPs.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

I'm such a bad writer compared to you guys!

 

[ember.opal]

I'm sure you're a great writer in your own unique way