W a r r i o r D o g s || RiverPack

[kilimanjaro]

= B R A M B L E S T R E A M =
sex; female age;25 moons rank; warrior breed; spaniel mix location; Sky Pack side of the river tags; Reedpaw, Mossbrook, Wildpaw

Bramblestream's heart fluttered at the sight of the younger Bernadoodle warrior. Her tail thumped on the smooth rocks hopelessly. "Mossbrook," she sighed as Reedpaw brought the other warrior to Bramblestream. "Reedpaw and I went searching for Foxpaw. I was attacked by a bear. It grabbed my leg," she explained, leaving out the part of Foxpaw's suspicious death. That would be a discussion for Froststar. The spaniel looked back at her leg that was beginning to swell. She gave it a few tender licks but it seemed hopeless now. There would be no way for her to cross the river and get back home. Even if the medicine dog, Inkfeather, could come out this far to help her, Bramblestream doubted there would be any fixing the infection that had already taken root.

[Hush]

Mossbrook- ♀
14 moons - Bernadoodle
RiverPack - Warrior
Romance: open - Location: Near boarder
Tags: Reedpaw, Wildpaw, Bramblestream

Mossbrook looked at the river then at the apprentice. “How confident in your swimming ability are you? I can block the rivers current from sweeping Bramblestream away mostly, but a second body can help. I’ll take the brunt of it, but be ready to grab her if she looses her footing. What do you think?” She asked the two.

[qerrat]

Reedpaw
♂| Flat-Coated Retriever | 9 Moons | Mentor: Bramblestream | Crush: Open! | Location: Near border with Skypack | Tags: Bramblestream, Wildpaw, Mossbrook
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"I-I don't know. I'm a good swimmer, but when we crossed that river, I barely made it," he stammered, watching Bramblestream. "I don't know if I could hold her- hey, Wildpaw!" Reedpaw's head shot up, and he looked straight at Wildpaw. "You could help bring Bramblestream across!" He looked at his mentor-to-be and Mossbrook, waiting for their opinion. Please agree, please agree, he thought.
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[kilimanjaro]

= B R A M B L E S T R E A M =
sex; female age;25 moons rank; warrior breed; spaniel mix location; Sky Pack side of the river tags; Reedpaw, Mossbrook, Wildpaw

Her floppy ears swiveled back against her head at the scheme the two had composed. They would carry her across the river? How would that even be possible? Bramblestream would be no help to them in her battered and wounded state. She'd only be dead weight in the rushing river. "I don't know if it's smart, you guys," she piped up.

[Hush]

Mossbrook- ♀
14 moons - Bernadoodle
RiverPack - Warrior
Romance: open - Location: Near boarder
Tags: Reedpaw, Wildpaw, Bramblestream

The bernadoodle shook her head. “Not Wildpaw, we need someone to stay over there incase something happens. Besides she carried Smokenose yesterday and it seemed to hurt her. I should probably be the one to be there to hold onto Bramblestream, I’m the strongest.” She said sounding sure of herself.

[Litwick]

B E A R S T R I K E • 28 moons m
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loc. camp// RP Beta//tags. -open-

Bearstrike looked around, not panicked, but on edge as he frowned. "Foxpaw is gone?" he repeated to himself after hearing the announcement and the murmurs. His tail paused its wagging, and he sighed, that apprentice was one of the best, and had an extremely hopeful future ahead. He looked around once more, before deciding that others were already on the search for Foxpaw, and he trotted to the fresh kill pile, a small limp to his step from an unknown injury on his left hind paw from when he'd went on patrol last night and chased a badger, seemingly twisting it.

[RogueRunner]

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( ♀ ) - ( Rottweiler/Newfoundland mix ) - ( Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 7 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Froststar ) - ( Bisexual ) - ( Crush: Reedpaw ) - ( Tags: Bramblestream, Mossbrook, Reedpaw )
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Her massive body skidded to an unsteady stop, launching a shower of smooth pebbles over the bank and into the raging river. The distinctive silhouettes of two dogs brought her lips peeling back in an uncontrollable smile of joy and relief, even before her eyes could adjust to the dim light of the morning enough for them to be fully recognizable. "Reedpaw! Bramblestream!" The consolation of their return was so overwhelming that it almost didn't register in her brain that they'd mentioned a bear injury - almost. When she did realize the potential severity, she, without a second thought, approached the river to make the swim over to them. However, before her huge paws could dip to the water, Mossbrook leaped in ahead of her. More importantly, she'd instructed her to stay. Stay? Wildpaw could hardly believe it. Normally, the command would seem perfectly reasonable, even sensible, but Wildpaw was nowhere near her most levelheaded at the moment. She'd just seen them for the first time after a full day of being told that they were more than likely dead, how could she not rush to them? Regardless, she somehow managed it, clamping her broad muzzle to keep from saying something stupid while directing it at the ground to hide the fact that it was starting to curl. Suddenly, a voice brought her reeling back up, the warm, kind one of Reedpaw's. Now, though, it was filled with urgency, and she couldn't help but re-see the moment in which the two apprentices had discovered Smokenose's body together. The only thing she'd been able to do to comfort Reedpaw at all was make a feeble offer to transport him for him, since he was far too small to. She'd felt so helpless, then.

Her eyes widened at what Reedpaw said. It made sense, in retrospect; Wildpaw had already carried two dogs within the past day with relative ease, even after a coyote had chomped down on her shoulder blade. Sans the fact that the river before her arguably had the strongest current in the territory, this task sounded as though it should be completely painless, considering her exceptional size and strength. But what if it isn't? What if I screw up? They'd all be counting on me, and they'd all see me fail... Yet, as she sparred with herself over the matter, Mossbrook's claim brought her snapping back to reality and her blood to a boil. She wasn't sure what about it exactly that ticked her off, but she was snarling faster than she could think, "What could happen on the side of the river opposite to a critically injured dog that warrants one of us standing there, doing nothing but watching? And what do you mean carrying Smokenose hurt me? I'm fine. Fine enough that I question how much 'stronger' you could possibly be! You weren't even there when I had to drag his corpse back to a camp that didn't care enough to stop him before he raced off to DIE!" After a few seconds of growling, thick fur raised up off her skin, she savvied up to how disreputable she was acting. This was the second time that she'd snapped at this warrior, who certainly deserved her respect, not a smart mouth's worth of unnecessary retaliation. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva and averting her gaze, she added, only just loud enough to be heard over the roaring of the waves, "I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean that. B-but...Reedpaw's right, and I want to help. She has a better chance of making it if we all contribute." She began nervously dragging a paw through the rocky soil of the bank, hoping that the warrior would budge. She couldn't see why she shouldn't; despite Wildpaw's age, she was as large as Mossbrook at this point and, although she knew it had been incredibly rude of her to suggest, probably just as strong, at least physically speaking. Wasn't it weird to have her sitting around and spectating instead of directly getting involved?

[kilimanjaro]

= B R A M B L E S T R E A M =
sex; female age;25 moons rank; warrior breed; spaniel mix location; Sky Pack side of the river tags; Reedpaw, Mossbrook, Wildpaw

Bramblestream huffed and growled to herself as she drug her aching body to her paws. "Enough of this," she grumbled. Her leg stung and her eyes welled up with the pain. "There's no way I'm getting across that river," she said, nodding her head to the rushing waves. "I barely made it across when I wasn't injured. I'm not strong enough," she said. She had resigned to the fact that she wouldn't make it home long ago.

[qerrat]

Reedpaw
♂| Flat-Coated Retriever | 9 Moons | Mentor: Bramblestream | Crush: Open! | Location: Near border with Skypack | Tags: Bramblestream, Wildpaw, Mossbrook
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Reedpaw looked down at his paws, Wildpaw's words, though completely not aimed at him, still hurt. They seemed to echo his thoughts. Why didn't anyone go looking for him sooner? Why just send to apprentices to check? Why why why why?" Reedpaw had thought that the pain of Smokenose's death was over. Nope. With a shaky breath, he looked up again. "W-we should hurry. A-and you're going to make it back," he added, feeling something stab in his chest. There is no, no way Bramblestream and Smokenose are both going to die. No, no, no way.
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[Hush]

Mossbrook- ♀
14 moons - Bernadoodle
RiverPack - Warrior
Romance: open - Location: Border
Tags: Reedpaw, Wildpaw, Bramblestream

The young warrior’s eyes widened before narrowing at the apprentice with a growl. “No, we have a better chance of us all dying if you contribute. I let you come along not because I needed your help, but because I knew you’d come regardless and get yourself killed with your injury. If you so much as step paw in this river you could get infected and become an omega because of your injuries. Riverpack can’t afford any more loss. Yourself included!” She snapped before looking around, trying to come up with a plan. “Bramblestream is right. Just crossing is dangerous for all of us right now. I’m the strongest swimmer out of all of us right now and I think I have an idea that is the safest for all of us.” She said before walking to a patch of trees where thick vines grew. “We need a vine long enough to reach across the river, so I’m going to try and get up the tree.” She said, the tree she was looking at leaning quite a bit but it’d be a bit hard to keep her balance. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself before jumping a few times until she got her claws dug in enough to make it up a bit, finding where the vine was draped over the tree and gnawing at it until it broke free and landed beneath. Jumping down, she found the other end and chewed threw it as well. “What do you think Bramblestream? If the apprentices pull from the other side of the river and you hold onto this with me there to keep the current from hitting you so hard, do you think you could make it?” She asked as she put the thick vine over her back.