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F O X P A W
( ♀ ) - ( Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever ) - ( Medicine Dog Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 8 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Inkfeather ) - ( Demisexual ) - ( No Romance ) - ( Tags: Open )
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She paced back and forth restlessly a good few feet from the stream before her. Ahead, with a small patch of rocks embedded beneath the rushing water serving as a bridge, was a bundle of poppies. She had little experience with the herb, since it was rare around these areas, but she knew enough from what Inkfeather had told her that it could be an effective sedative. If she could get it, then that would mean she had access to seeds that could grant a peaceful sleep. It meant that Smokenose could finally rest...
She hesitated at the foot of the rock bridge. In her heart, the medicine dog apprentice had known that Smokenose wasn't going to make it. She'd seen it at the start of the day, when he lumbered weakly from camp to overwork himself with a hard day's fishing. No amount of gorging himself could've saved him at that point. Yet, she hadn't told Reedpaw, his devoted apprentice, because she'd felt guilty. Guilty and scared.
Foxpaw whimpered, ears pinned to her head. She felt like such a coward. That's it. I owe this to him. I have to get him those seeds. Her fear-scent grew thicker as she slowly - painfully slowly - brought a paw up and placed it upon the first stone. The stream roared viciously around it, threatening to swallow her foot, but leaving it mostly dry, nonetheless. She felt another rush of hesitance, but she trudged on, bringing her whole body up to land clumsily next to her foot. This time, water caught her bushy tail, and she leaped in alarm, nearly slipping. Water is literally the worst thing in existence, I swear to StarPack... Gradually, she made her way across the rock bridge. Her claws scraped shakily against each surface, causing her heart to plummet over and over as she naturally assumed that the sound meant she was guaranteed death each and every time. Finally, she came to rest on the last stone, the poppy within range of her slim jaws. She stretched out her entire body to get her teeth around the plants, forelegs straining to reach...
Suddenly, her front paws slipped out from under her. Her small body plunged into the stream, water exploding violently from where it broke the surface. The fall was so shocking that the young dog didn't even feel the icy grip of terror as she was swept downstream at an alarming speed. Finally, she realized what was happening and she thrashed, trying to get her head above the water. She only just managed it, desperately gasping for a gulp of air, before the water crashed over her head again and she slipped into darkness.
F O X P A W
( ♀ ) - ( Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever ) - ( Medicine Dog Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 8 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Inkfeather ) - ( Demisexual ) - ( No Romance ) - ( Tags: Open )
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She paced back and forth restlessly a good few feet from the stream before her. Ahead, with a small patch of rocks embedded beneath the rushing water serving as a bridge, was a bundle of poppies. She had little experience with the herb, since it was rare around these areas, but she knew enough from what Inkfeather had told her that it could be an effective sedative. If she could get it, then that would mean she had access to seeds that could grant a peaceful sleep. It meant that Smokenose could finally rest...
She hesitated at the foot of the rock bridge. In her heart, the medicine dog apprentice had known that Smokenose wasn't going to make it. She'd seen it at the start of the day, when he lumbered weakly from camp to overwork himself with a hard day's fishing. No amount of gorging himself could've saved him at that point. Yet, she hadn't told Reedpaw, his devoted apprentice, because she'd felt guilty. Guilty and scared.
Foxpaw whimpered, ears pinned to her head. She felt like such a coward. That's it. I owe this to him. I have to get him those seeds. Her fear-scent grew thicker as she slowly - painfully slowly - brought a paw up and placed it upon the first stone. The stream roared viciously around it, threatening to swallow her foot, but leaving it mostly dry, nonetheless. She felt another rush of hesitance, but she trudged on, bringing her whole body up to land clumsily next to her foot. This time, water caught her bushy tail, and she leaped in alarm, nearly slipping. Water is literally the worst thing in existence, I swear to StarPack... Gradually, she made her way across the rock bridge. Her claws scraped shakily against each surface, causing her heart to plummet over and over as she naturally assumed that the sound meant she was guaranteed death each and every time. Finally, she came to rest on the last stone, the poppy within range of her slim jaws. She stretched out her entire body to get her teeth around the plants, forelegs straining to reach...
Suddenly, her front paws slipped out from under her. Her small body plunged into the stream, water exploding violently from where it broke the surface. The fall was so shocking that the young dog didn't even feel the icy grip of terror as she was swept downstream at an alarming speed. Finally, she realized what was happening and she thrashed, trying to get her head above the water. She only just managed it, desperately gasping for a gulp of air, before the water crashed over her head again and she slipped into darkness.
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W I L D P A W
( ♀ ) - ( Rottweiler/Newfoundland mix ) - ( Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 7 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Froststar ) - ( Bisexual ) - ( Crush: Reedpaw ) - ( Tags: Reedpaw )
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Any optimism she had had left faded from her at the insincere smile Reedpaw gave her. He doesn't believe me. Then again, who would? Swallowing, she readied to say something - then, her jaws clamped. In the distance...
Her gut suddenly felt heavy and cold. "Smokenose!" she cried. Without a second thought, she raced towards the dark body, lying limp on the ground. He was eerily still, his muzzle half-submerged in the lake from which he had presumably been fishing. His flanks were split where jagged ribs jutted from the flesh. Wildpaw found herself unable to move for several horrible moments, engulfed in a panic. Then, she hurried closer. Her fear driving her, she nudged his unmoving head harder than she intended. "S-smokenose?" She nudged him again, not sure what to do - then, though, she remembered Reedpaw's earlier conversation. She growled over her broad shoulder to Reedpaw, undisguised desperation in her voice, "W-what did Foxpaw say? What do we do?" She looked back down at Smokenose. A hopelessness gripped her as she noticed that his skinny flanks weren't rising and falling with his breaths. It can't be...
W I L D P A W
( ♀ ) - ( Rottweiler/Newfoundland mix ) - ( Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 7 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Froststar ) - ( Bisexual ) - ( Crush: Reedpaw ) - ( Tags: Reedpaw )
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Any optimism she had had left faded from her at the insincere smile Reedpaw gave her. He doesn't believe me. Then again, who would? Swallowing, she readied to say something - then, her jaws clamped. In the distance...
Her gut suddenly felt heavy and cold. "Smokenose!" she cried. Without a second thought, she raced towards the dark body, lying limp on the ground. He was eerily still, his muzzle half-submerged in the lake from which he had presumably been fishing. His flanks were split where jagged ribs jutted from the flesh. Wildpaw found herself unable to move for several horrible moments, engulfed in a panic. Then, she hurried closer. Her fear driving her, she nudged his unmoving head harder than she intended. "S-smokenose?" She nudged him again, not sure what to do - then, though, she remembered Reedpaw's earlier conversation. She growled over her broad shoulder to Reedpaw, undisguised desperation in her voice, "W-what did Foxpaw say? What do we do?" She looked back down at Smokenose. A hopelessness gripped her as she noticed that his skinny flanks weren't rising and falling with his breaths. It can't be...
