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[The Turken Lady]

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(Hi Birdnut. I thought I killed the thread.

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"I left--" He started to say,but then heard something,sort of like a large object falling down. He stopped looking at the trees,and switched his gaze to Shadewing. "Did you hear that?" He asked,wondering what had happened.

 

[Blue_Myst]

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(Hi Birdnut. I thought I killed the thread.

)

"I left--" He started to say,but then heard something,sort of like a large object falling down. He stopped looking at the trees,and switched his gaze to Shadewing. "Did you hear that?" He asked,wondering what had happened.

Shadewing exchanged an urgent glance with Nightwhisper. Without a word he darted off towards the noise, stepping lightly so that not even a twig snapped in his haste.

 

[crazyaboutchickens]

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(Hi Birdnut. I thought I killed the thread.

)

"I left--" He started to say,but then heard something,sort of like a large object falling down. He stopped looking at the trees,and switched his gaze to Shadewing. "Did you hear that?" He asked,wondering what had happened.

Shadewing exchanged an urgent glance with Nightwhisper. Without a word he darted off towards the noise, stepping lightly so that not even a twig snapped in his haste.

That shadewing is a suspicious character, IMO. >.>

 

[Blue_Myst]

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Shadewing exchanged an urgent glance with Nightwhisper. Without a word he darted off towards the noise, stepping lightly so that not even a twig snapped in his haste.

That shadewing is a suspicious character, IMO. >.>

(Hm?)

Barreling through the undergrowth, Shadewing glanced behind once to make sure Nightwhisper was keeping up. The noise had come from just up ahead, and he could hear faint, raspy breathing even from this distance. With renewed hope, Shadewing sped up, nearly running over Cometail. A branch slapped him across the comb as he skidded to a halt, adding another torrent of dust to the rising cloud. "Is he one of yours?" he asked Nightwhisper, peering at Cometail to ascertain how badly he was hurt.

 

[The Turken Lady]

Nightwhisper looked at Cometflight,a look of pure surprise on his face. "I..think.." He whispered,looking at the bloody chicken that lay on the ground. He seemed slightly familiar and was definitely Wingclan.

 

[BirdNut]

"Mmm..."

A groggy groan broke the silence as Cometflight stirred slightly. He feebly felt his wings along the ground, trying to find an object to help him prop himself up. He found a rock. Pushing the bend of one wing on the rock and the other on the ground, he slowly rose to his hocks, and shook his head in attempt to clear his blurred vision. His eyes squinted, fixing themselves on the two black figures that stood in front of him; Nightwhisper and Shadewing.

 

[The Turken Lady]

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Nightwhisper looked at the chicken as he got up,his intent red eyes staring into him. Once the stranger got up,he gasped. "Cometflight..?" He asked,alarmed of his horrible condition. "What happened?"

 

[Blue_Myst]

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Nightwhisper looked at the chicken as he got up,his intent red eyes staring into him. Once the stranger got up,he gasped. "Cometflight..?" He asked,alarmed of his horrible condition. "What happened?"

"Can you walk?" Shadewing asked Cometflight, looking dubiously at his injuries. He walked up next to him, nodding to Nightwhisper. "We'll take you to the medicine den. You need treatment."

 

[BirdNut]

"Uhuh," he answered Shadewing, nodding stiffly and planting his feet in an attempt to stand.

"Th-they--" he wheezed, blinking his eyes clear. "R-Raccoons-- ...I fought back." He winced, a furrow deeply ingrained in his forehead, "Bad idea." He fought another blackout, his head breifly drooping and his eyes closing. He jolted his head back up; mere willpower kept his conciousness, though it was clearly dwindling.

 

[crazyaboutchickens]

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That shadewing is a suspicious character, IMO. >.>

(Hm?)

Barreling through the undergrowth, Shadewing glanced behind once to make sure Nightwhisper was keeping up. The noise had come from just up ahead, and he could hear faint, raspy breathing even from this distance. With renewed hope, Shadewing sped up, nearly running over Cometail. A branch slapped him across the comb as he skidded to a halt, adding another torrent of dust to the rising cloud. "Is he one of yours?" he asked Nightwhisper, peering at Cometail to ascertain how badly he was hurt.

(yes. )