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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 14, 2007 9:55:12 GMT -5
(For those of you that are unaware of the plot, I shall describe it. Recently, ShadeClan was betrayed by one of their warriors and their deputy, who lead an attack with the murderer of Bloodstar, Shadowheart, to kill Wolfstar. They failed, however, when StormClan rushed in to help. When they were driven off, it was discovered that both the traitor warrior Atroxfire and Shadowheart were killed.
Now, Tigerstripe had a secret. Six moons ago, she had Atroxfire's kits and kept them secret to make sure she stayed alive. Now she is sending two to ReefClan and two to ShadeClan to interfere. The kits are going to "forget" their memories... so, yeah.  and  )
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Post by Flamestar on Jan 14, 2007 11:09:04 GMT -5
Bloodkit staggered into the camp and fell down, as if she was was exhausted. "Can't...." she muttered.
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 14, 2007 11:29:00 GMT -5
Dragon saw the kit. "Great Tribe of Endless Hunting!" he exclaimed. "A kit! Flamestar, Inkspell!" he yowled.
Sharktooth, hearing the commotion, ran over. "Kit!" she yowled.
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Post by Flamestar on Jan 14, 2007 11:32:08 GMT -5
Flamestar ran over. "What is your name?" she asked softly. She turned to Sharktooth. "Go get Gothdelicacy."
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Bloodkit pulled out the word, as if it was exahausting. "Blood."
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 14, 2007 11:36:44 GMT -5
Nodding, Sharktooth ran off. "GOTHDELICACY! Good StarClan, that's a mouthful... HEY, MEDICINE CAT! GET YOUR LAZY, FURRY BUTT OVER HERE!"
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Post by Inkspell on Jan 14, 2007 11:41:46 GMT -5
Inkspell eyed Sharktooth, "I wouldn't call her that, I don't think she'll take kindly to it." He said his voice light with a slight chuckle in it as he moved swiftly to Flamestar but not in such a hurry. He sniffed the kit slightly, there was a fairly recent scent of another cat on him, but it was undistinguishable. "Is anyone with you?" He asked the kit calmly watching him with those orange eyes of his.
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Post by Flamestar on Jan 14, 2007 11:45:42 GMT -5
"I had...a brother....don't know if where he is...avalanche..." Bloodkit mewled.
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"Yes, that is a mouthful." Flamestar smiled, and looked back at the kit.
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Post by Goth on Jan 14, 2007 13:17:46 GMT -5
The siamese-designed medicine cat pounced into the area at the call of her name. She gazed at the kit in surprize. Why, there was nothing wrong with her at all! But just in case, she examined the kit carefully with loving eyes. She smelt of rogues, but honestly it didn't seem to bother her...
She had the same destiny once, so very long ago.
"Where does it hurt? Everyone calm down, she'll be ok. Someone needs to scout out the other kit and bring him or her to me. "
She explained to the others.
"Avalanche? You may have internal bleeding or bruises, even infections. It must be treated right away. You need to tell me where it hurts the most."
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Post by .Sketch; on Jan 14, 2007 13:27:36 GMT -5
A loud moaning wail broke out in weak tone from some where in the bushes. A second later a small black and white kit staggered out, blood trailing slowly down his slim sides. His eyes where oddly fog as he stumbled along. Atroxkit was playing thing out perfectly, he had cut himself with one claw and made it look like some rock has caught him. He forced tears to stream down his cheeks as he collapsed in a heap beside his sister. "No.. no.." he meowed softly, his voice strained with pain.
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Post by Flamestar on Jan 14, 2007 13:43:35 GMT -5
Bloodkit moaned. "Belly....but treat...brother first...." she stopped, as if she was feverish.
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Post by Goth on Jan 14, 2007 14:43:51 GMT -5
Gothdelicacy listened to the kit studder and the other moan in weakness. She couldn't feel anything wrong with the stomach so she figured it was just a hungry kit. They looked exhausted.
"Hungry, huh?"
Her voice was soft and caring as she prodded the kit's stomach.
"Well then...."
She gazed over at Inkspell with a hint that it was time to get these two rested.
"Inkspell, carry her brother please. It's time we brought these two to the medic den and settle them down on a nest. All they need is rest, warmth, food and water. By this time tomarro they'll be fine."
She explained to the rest and checked over Atroxkit carefully, but still knowing that they were just exhausted, hungry and thirsty. She picked up Bloodkit by the scruff and carried her on towards her 'cave'.
To:// G'night little ones
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Post by Inkspell on Jan 14, 2007 14:52:04 GMT -5
Inkspell picked up Atrox carefully and carried the kit to Gothdelicacy's den.
ooc.. Bleh cr___y post.
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Post by .Sketch; on Jan 14, 2007 15:34:25 GMT -5
[ooc]; She isn't supposed to know that Goth. .__o
Atroxkit gave a whine and squirmed, fresh blood appearing from the wound he had cut into himself. He wished he hadn't done it so deep now, it was starting to hurt quite a lot. Holding back any sign of weakness from his eyes he whimpered pathetically.
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Post by Flamestar on Jan 14, 2007 15:36:28 GMT -5
((Yeah, she isn't supposed to notice.))
Bloodkit lay completly limp, as if she was unconicious.
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 14, 2007 15:37:11 GMT -5
(Yes, Goth, if your Medicine Cat knows you will ruin the plot.
Please edit your post.)
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