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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 14, 2007 9:57:28 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  )
Stripe staggered into camp, hoping Cold was not too far behind her. She fell down, pretending to be starved and mewed in pain, writhing on the ground.
Whitefoot, hearing the kit, ran over. "A kit! Who are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm Stripe," she rasped, pretending to be dieing of thirst. "I... think so... last thing I remember was an avalanche and then being swept into a huge river and..." She writhed again.
"Oh! Wolfstar! Daggerclaw!" he yowled. "Sheepwool! Shadowpaw! Somebody, come here."
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Post by Goth on Jan 14, 2007 10:23:46 GMT -5
Coldkit grinned at the cleverness of his sister knowing what to do. He was generally thin but muscled quite well, so it'd be easy to pull off the plan with out anyone knowing. He pounced after his beloved sister and noticed Whitefoot mewing in alarm. He coughed and staggered back pathetically, falling off his feet and hitting the earth with a quite loud thud. Ouch... He noticed it did actually pain him a bit, that fall that is. But it was nothing that could bring him down.
Coldkit's side heaved for air, purposely wheezing. With the blood of treachcerous cats, and the worst of the all, he pulled this off like a silent acter.
"Water..."
He panted, quite awekward for a cat but they do so when extremely dehydrated or extremely frightened, so he pretended to be both...and did the best job he could at it. |
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Post by Flamestar on Jan 14, 2007 11:19:48 GMT -5
Sheepwool rushed over. "What is i- oh, are you alright?" he asked the kits.
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 14, 2007 14:04:16 GMT -5
Coughing violently, Stripekit writhed on the ground. "WATER!" she choked, making a good show of heaving dryly.
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Post by Flamestar on Jan 14, 2007 14:10:06 GMT -5
Sheepwool ran out of camp and came back with some moss soaked in dew. "Here," he said, laying it down next to the two kits.
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 14, 2007 14:11:49 GMT -5
Biting into the moss, Stripekit sucked it up loudly. Then she stood up, her legs wobbly. "Thank you..." she said, her voice still sounding a little hoarce. "I'm Stripe... and I think he's my brother..." she gestured with her tail to Coldkit.
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Post by Flamestar on Jan 14, 2007 14:13:22 GMT -5
"Okay...what happened to you two?" Sheepwool asked. He turned to the camp and yowled,"Wolfstar!"
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 14, 2007 14:14:42 GMT -5
Theres something familiar about her... Whitefoot thought. Stripe looks alot like Shadowheart... but he's dead and so is Tigerstripe! Shaking it off, he watched the kits, unsure what to do.
Stripekit coughed madly.
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Post by Flamestar on Jan 14, 2007 14:18:00 GMT -5
"Where's the medicine cat when you need them?" Sheepwool asked himself. "Okay..." he wracked his brains about herbs. All he knew was poppy seeds helped pain, and cobwebs stopped bleeding. "Do you have any scratches?" he asked them gently.
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Post by Breezy on Jan 14, 2007 16:37:15 GMT -5
Silverflower stepped lightly out of the warriors den. What was all this ruckus about? Glancing towards where the others were assembled, she quickly noticed the two kits in the ceter of the clearing. She padded over, worry clouding her gray eyes.
"What happened?" she asked the nearest warrior, who happened to be Whitefoot. |
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 14, 2007 16:41:17 GMT -5
"These two kits just wobbled into camp... they're in terrible condition," Whitefoot answered Silverflower. "Poor things!"
Feeling a pang of guilt at Whitefoot's sympathy, Stripekit pretended to pass out.
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Post by Goth on Jan 14, 2007 16:46:08 GMT -5
Coldkit moaned and stood to his feet, staggering back and collapsing in dreaded exhaustion. He listened as his sister spoke barely.
"I am...she might have a slight concusion...
All I remember is...an avalanche"
He moaned and let his eyes water and stain around his eyes, tail twitching hopelessing, giving a look that said...I'm going to die...I'm going to die.
He cried out in pain, a dreadfull screech. |
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Post by .Sketch; on Jan 14, 2007 16:46:55 GMT -5
"Great StarClan!" the soft rumbling voice of Willowpaw broke out as the kit passed out. With his eyes wide he ran over to her and nudged her gently. "What happened here?" he meowed tipping his head and looking at the pretty she-cat. |
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Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 14, 2007 16:50:44 GMT -5
"Hold up!" Whitefoot yowled. He darted off and returned with a soaked moss, which he dripped over the kits, soaking them in freezing water.
Stripekit screamed suddenly at the flush of coldness. She shook and glanced around. "Ahhh!" she yowled, seeing Willowpaw, she attempted to dart away. Whitefoot leaped in front of her and she crashed into him.
"Lets bring them to the Medicine Cat's den," he yowled and nudged Stripekit towards the Medicine Cat's Den.
(To: .reality.of.life.)
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