Tawnyclan's second hand gifts

[Loki]

OOC: Failure! Is stamped on my forehead.
Lokistar had ordered Tigerflame to take the servants back, home.
Joy lagged limping helplessly behind him and Colorless... he carried by her scruff.
He came to the Abbysclan border and dropped Colorless quite roughly.
"There, go home." He turned his back on them, regarded Lokistars orders ad padded off.
Joyless crosses the borders, felt her body shake and collapsed in the snow.

[Longstorm]

Colorless glared at Tigerflame, spitting as he left. She looked at Joyless, a faint smile on her lips.
"We're... back!" Leave it to the youngling to see some good in the situation.

Up the borderline, Cunningheart, Paleclaw, Sinface and Shadesun were patrolling. Cunningheart thought she caught a familiar scent so, much like herself, she snuck off into the dark forest.

OOC: She should find them when Cold and Switchblade do.

[Loki]

Switchblade plodded on with his young choosing,Cold. He had shown him all around the border of Abbysclan territory. Cold was bold and well kept for a young choosing, he had expected into having to have to carry him, now he thought cold would have to carry him back. Though the silence was the worst bit about Cold, he didn't speak at all.
Switchblade smelt an familiar smell, mixed with Tawnyclan. He looked up recognising the other scent. "It has to be!" He mewed. He scooped up Cold and regarding any energy he did not have he some how found it and took flight across the terain. He saw the small white pelt moving first and hopes had dropped thinking it was an odd snow rabbit, but he saw the silver striped pelt of Joy!

"Joy!" He mewed over joyed. (lol) He bounced up and looked over to colorless ploddinf Cold next too her. He nuzzled the lifeless body and sighed, "What ever happened..." The servant was pretty beaten up. Though she would be fine when Bloodclaw got hold of her.

[Longstorm]

Colorless looked at the gray silent Choosing in front of her. Something about him seemed vaguely familiar... She shrugged off the feeling. She'd never met him before today, and she knew it.

OOC: Aww...

Cunningheart padded up.
"Ah.. Looks like you've found the missing Servants, Switchblade. Well done..." She stopped, looking at Joyless's wounds and such. "Let's get them back to camp," she almost hissed, picking up the silver Servant. She turned, an unfamiliar look in her amber eyes. She padded softly, easily carrying the young Servant by the scruff - hey, she was a big cat. She could carry Switchblade if she wanted! She looked back and gestured with her tail for the others to follow.

Colorless wanted to follow Cunningheart, but her energy finally gave out, and she flopped down into the snow, wanting to sleep.

[Loki]

Switchblade hissed angrily and picked up the small servant and flopped her on his back, He was worried his own energy would faulter but... He was lucky. (hmmm... Cunningheart is cute I now want to draw her ) He padded, following the older warrior Cold by his side.

[Longstorm]

OOC: She's not THAT old... geez... Let's close the topic!

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