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Post by gooberfrog71 on Aug 26, 2009 18:27:27 GMT -5
As the wind swept through the Mire Clan camp, as small dot stumbled through the woods. It was a small kit! Her legs were trembling from exhaustion as she stumbled through the trees. She was thin and weak. Her golden eyes lost all hope as she found nothing but trees. Finally the pale kit fell and gave in to her exhaustion.
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Post by me on Aug 28, 2009 15:50:07 GMT -5
It was a quarter-moon after the attack on GaleClan, yet Ratbite still limped badly. She had had a slight infection in her leg, slowing the healing of the bite wound, and the medicine cat had kept her in her den -- this was the first time she had been allowed out since the battle. Glad of the chance to stretch her legs, she headed northwest, into the slightly higher ground, hills, and pine trees, to the very corner of MireClan territory.
She stopped for a second to rest her leg and caught a strange scent in the slight breeze. It was a cat, not from a clan, and very, very young. What would a kit be doing out here?
The MireClan deputy followed the scent until she found the kitten. It was very young, barely old enough to walk. It was curled up in a small ball of white fur, and she would have thought it was dead except that it was breathing. She dashed over to it and nudged it with her paw, hoping that it wasn't too far gone to respond.
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Post by gooberfrog71 on Aug 29, 2009 13:20:58 GMT -5
Golden eyes popped open as she was touched. The kit leaped away from the other cat and hissed. Fear spread over the kit's face. As she looked at the starnge cat she saw curiosity but she heard her mom scream RUN!Run for your life! once more. A tear streamed out of her eye as she remembered.
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Post by me on Aug 29, 2009 16:42:16 GMT -5
The MireClan deputy stood perfectly still, watching the kitten. It appeared that she had startled the poor thing. She certainly seemed very upset. "It's all right," she said, trying to calm it. "I won't hurt you. Aren't you hungry? I could take you back to the camp, and we could find someone to feed you. Look, I'm just a cat, just like you. I won't hurt you..." and then, to try to reassure the kit, she began to purr.
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Post by gooberfrog71 on Aug 29, 2009 17:10:25 GMT -5
Slowly the kit began to relax. the fur on her back settled down and she stopped hissing. She was very thin and didn't have the chubby or fluffiness of a normal kit. In fact she was slender and graceful. Her golden brown eyes soften as she neared Ratbite. Her pale white fur was in contrast to everything in this new enviroment.
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Post by me on Aug 29, 2009 18:07:39 GMT -5
The brown she-cat stopped her purring to say, "can you talk yet?" To the small kit. Her eyes widened as she realized something. "You're really thin -- we'll need to feed you a bunch, I can tell..." The kit really was thin, and Ratbite was suddenly scared for its health. "You're really pretty though," she said, almost to herself rather than the kit. "Well? What about it? Could you come with me?" She beckoned the kit with her tail, making sure to move slowly to not startle it.
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Post by gooberfrog71 on Aug 29, 2009 18:20:51 GMT -5
Yes I can talk. She said in a vioce that sounded strangled from water. Her soft fur rippled as the wind whipped by. Slowly she started to follow Ratbite. Then when she turned a curve, out of the kit's sight, she leaped after her with a desperation no kit should ever have.
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Post by me on Aug 29, 2009 19:50:39 GMT -5
((Um, this is a realistic Warriors role-play. Cat's voices don't sound flutelike -- maybe high-pitched and soft, though. And an exhausted kit would not be able to "leap around with the speed of an adult"))
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Post by gooberfrog71 on Aug 29, 2009 20:42:10 GMT -5
oops, fixing it now
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Post by me on Aug 30, 2009 17:32:56 GMT -5
((Much better, thanks ^^))
The MireClan deputy heard something just as the kit started running, and spun around in time to see the look of desperation on the young cat's face. She sighed. This wouldn't really work. The kit was obviously too weak to keep up. "All right, I'm going to pick you up now, don't worry, I won't bite you," she warned the kit before reaching down to lift it by the scruff of its neck.
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Post by gooberfrog71 on Aug 30, 2009 20:37:14 GMT -5
The pale kit, unused to being picked up, winced as Ratbite's teeth touched her fur. Her feet automatically lifted from the ground as she was carried off by this strange cat. Why am I trusting her like this? she asked herself. But she never found an answer.
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Post by me on Aug 31, 2009 18:59:21 GMT -5
She held the kit in her jaws ever so gently, staring into the MireClan camp. Where she stood, she was shadowed by tufts of tall grass and a few small bushes, but once she stepped into the camp, they wouldn't have that.
Ratbite had been badly disgraced during the last battle, in which she had killed the GaleClan deputy, Flametail. She, however, remained convinced it had been only way to win the battle.
No time to think about that now. The kitten had to be taken care of, and soon. "Duststar!" She called as she trotted forward, into the camp and set the kit down. "Duststar! Where are you?"
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Post by noleah on Sept 1, 2009 19:55:30 GMT -5
Duststar looked up from the conversation he was having with another cat. When he saw Ratbite holding a pale kit between her jaws he got up, nodded to the cat he was talking to and trotted over to Ratbite. "It's not dead is it?" he asked, sniffing the motionless kit. Then he saw it breathing and he sighed in relief. It didn't smell like any of the other clans. "Where did you find it?" he said, looking at his deputy.
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Post by Owlgaze on Sept 2, 2009 14:29:33 GMT -5
Sagesong heard Ratbite's call from inside her den. She looked up from the mouse she had been eating, to listen more closely. It sounded like something was up. Her green eyes appeared, peering out the entrance to her den. Most everyone in the camp was looking at the deputy, looking closer, she realized it wasn't the deputy they were interested, it was the little bundle she carried. A kit. Sagesong knew there were no clanborn kits in the nursery right now.
Sagesong padded out of the den hurriedly, as she grew closer, she could tell there was something wrong with its breathing. It looked thin as death. A look of concern on her face, Sagesong hurried forward to where the leader and deputy sat. Studying the kit closer, she began making a mental note of which herbs to use. A bit of chamomile might help, and definitely tansy. Too bad we don't have any nursing queens... That would really be a problem. Milk was much better for any young kit then prey. She waited for Ratbite's response so she could take the kit to her den. At least a good rest and some food would do her good, and the medicine cat could help her cough and check for shock.
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Post by me on Sept 2, 2009 14:53:48 GMT -5
"I found her in the forest, the hills and cliffs to the northwest," the MireClan Deputy meowed. "She was alone, and very very weak. I thought it best to bring her home before something bad happened to her. And no, before you ask, I don't know what happened to her, or where she came from. I know as much as you do. Sorry." She was rather abrupt and snappy, remembering the last time they had spoken, when they had argued over her killing Flametail.
Suddenly she noticed that the medicine cat had come over, and, without looking at her, nudged the kit over with one paw. Now, Sagesong would probably be mad at her, too, she wasn't really allowed to go that far from the camp. But at least her leg seemed to be healing -- it just ached slightly.
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