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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 10, 2017 20:09:30 GMT -5
Crowpaw stared at her for a moment, but then shrugged. "Yes. I've never done that before. Plus... well, he's very small." He paused for a moment before remembering the leaf-full of water. He glanced over at it, pleased to see the snow was melted by now. There wasn't a lot of water there, but it was better than nothing. He carefully pushed it towards Coldfire. "Here's some water, if you're thirsty."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 10, 2017 20:14:37 GMT -5
Her eyes shifted away from the four balls of her, glancing momentarily at the leaf. She shook her head, she felt as if her throat where so dry she wouldn't even be able to drink water. Right now she just wanted to watch... her kits. Wow. My kits. No. No not just mine, but his as well... She thought, a pang suddenly in her chest at the thought of her mate. She shut her eyes momentarily, a wave of emotion washing over her. "Thank you, Crowpaw," She whispered, practically ignoring Leafblaze.
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 10, 2017 20:22:00 GMT -5
(lol the salt towards Leafblaze between Crowpaw and Coldfire is real. Sorry Echo XD maybe it'll make a good character development plot for her though.)
Crowpaw blinked, surprised at being thanked. Then he dipped his head. "Of course. I'm glad I got to be here for this. They're all lovely." He meant that sincerely as well. Though he had never wanted kits of his own- never even considered the possibility as a medicine cat, as well as for other reasons, he felt pride at helping to bring the new litters into the world. And this one more than any of the others, where he had mostly just observed. Somehow, he felt more protective over these kits, almost as if they were his own, and suddenly he understood why medicine cats cared for the entire Clan as their own kits. By the time they were old, they would have seen the birth of nearly every one of their Clanmates, and watched them grow up. The importance and solemnity of his position was suddenly made clear to the apprentice, and he couldn't help but let out a short purr.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 10, 2017 20:31:26 GMT -5
"Th-thank you, Crowpaw," She mewed, surprised by the toms compliment. He was typically sharp and to the point, at least with her, so she knew that when he gave a compliment like that she knew it was genuine. She stiffened when she heard a small, squeaky cry, and looked down at her kits, feeling a pang of fear when she realized she didn't know which kit made the noise. The squeaks all sounded the same. She frowned, watching two of the kits squirm next to each other, ones paw over the others eye, returning her gaze back to the little she cat and the even smaller tom, one was sleeping peacefully but the other seemed to still be having problems. Please let him make it through th e night. She prayed quietly, looking at Crowpaw, a desperate gleam in the queens eyes, naming the kits forgotten about.
(RIP Leafblaze XD XD )
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 10, 2017 20:51:50 GMT -5
Crowpaw exchanged the queen's look, noting the desperation in her gaze. He looked at the tiny tom as well, running through in his mind every herb he knew of, trying to think of something that might help him. But really, even if there was something Crowpaw could give him, was he old enough to eat it? He wouldn't even be able to eat real prey at all for another moon at least. Crowpaw stared at him with narrowed eyes, trying to think then what would be the best way to ensure his survival. But all he could think of was what he'd already told Coldfire: make sure he stayed warm, fed, and not smothered by the other kits. His breathing was still weak and somewhat irregular, but at least he was breathing. He seemed to be having trouble moving around though- his limbs were too small and weak, and Crowpaw imagined that every ounce of effort probably winded the poor kit severely. He leaned forward and nudged him closer to Coldfire's belly hoping he would begin to nurse- if he ate, that would be a good sign. That and rest, and hopefully he would be stronger tomorrow.
"Do you know what you're going to name them?" Crowpaw asked after a moment. Dozens of possible names flashed through his mind- things the kits reminded him of, or that they might grow up to be. He wondered what Coldfire would pick, if she would come to the some conclusions as him or if she saw something different in each of her kits.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 10, 2017 21:12:51 GMT -5
(I can just imagine Crowpaw glaring at Wolfkit like I swear if you don't live I'll bring you back to life just to kill you myself XD)
The little kit sniffed at Coldfire curiously, before beginning to nurse for a few moments, then returning to rest. Coldfire glanced down at him, deciding to nudge him every now and then, making sure he was alive and breathing. She glanced back up at Crowpaw, knowing she would have to name them eventually. I just wish he was here to help name them... She thought with a sigh, before giving a hesitant nod. She knew her mate wanted one of the kits to be named after his sister, Rainpaw, who had passed away only days before their warriors assessment. She touched a gentle tail tip to the largest kit, who's pelt reminded her of night time, "Nightkit." She whispered, before turning her gaze to the second tom, the little grey one. He looked like a little puff of ash. "Ashkit," She decided, before turning her gaze onto the little she kit, the one who Crowpaw claimed to look like her. "Rainkit," She mewed, her tail landing on the she kit, who squirmed away from it. She purred, noticing the spunk in her already. She finally got to the sickly one, who had returned to eating a couple of times, but barely moved when his sister pawed him in the face. He's going to need a strong name... She thought, scrunching her face together slightly, trying to think of a good name for him. "Wolfkit." She finally mewed, her voice softening considerably.
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 10, 2017 21:28:59 GMT -5
Crowpaw watched them for a moment, surprised by the name she gave the smallest one. A big name for such a tiny kit.... he thought, but upon consideration, it made sense. The name was Coldfire's hope that the kit would live to grow into it. Crowpaw shared that hope as he watched the kit, seemingly lifeless in the moss, except for the nigh-invisible, irregular rise and fall of his diminutive flanks.
"They're good names," the medicine cat apprentice meowed.
(yeah basically. #AggressiveCatCPR)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 10, 2017 21:32:33 GMT -5
"I hope so," She responded, the doubt in her voice as she scooted Rainkit away from her brother- the little pale kit was getting a little too close to Wolfkit, who was lying still. She gave him a nervous lick, who squirmed slightly in response, and she felt a wave of relief. "If we're lucky, you'll grow into your name," She murmured gently, momentarily forgetting about the medicine cat. He opened his mouth in a voiceless mewl, a sign of hope for the queen.
(Yes XD XD)
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 10, 2017 21:36:43 GMT -5
Crowpaw watched in silence for a few moments longer before speaking up. "Is there anything you need? I can bring you fresh-kill, or anything else."
(sorry for short post, wasn't really sure what to do/say)
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 10, 2017 21:44:05 GMT -5
Crowpaw nodded. "Understandable. Let me know if you do need anything, though."
(yeah idk lol. If Wildfire is around we could switch to Sweetpaw, Fieldgrass, and my two kits for a little bit and come back to Coldfire, Crowpaw, and the kits again later.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 10, 2017 22:06:28 GMT -5
Crowpaw frowned, staring at the kit as he thought. Was there really much to be done if he got worse? He supposed that depending on how he got worse. "Well, the first thing you do is call for a medicine cat. Past that, I guess it depends on what's wrong. If he's too cold, or not breathing, lick his fur the wrong way. Other than that.... there's unfortunately not much that can be done."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 10, 2017 22:22:47 GMT -5
"Alright... Alright I'll make sure to do that," She whispered, rasping a tongue over the little kits head, feeling a strange surge of protectiveness over the four bundles of fur, something she never felt before, not even when it was just her and Blizzardwing, or when it was her and Frostwhisker. "I don't know what I would have done without you, Crowpaw. If you don't get your medicine cats name for this, I don't know what you'll have to do," She added, trying to ease the darkness that she felt whenever she looked at Wolfkit.
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 10, 2017 22:36:11 GMT -5
Crowpaw twitched his whiskers. "Thanks, I appreciate it. But I guess it's really up to Leafblaze when she decides to give me my name." He shrugged, glancing over his shoulder for the medicine cat.
(so I just discovered an official Invader Zim comic written by Jhonen Vasquez, from 2016, and this is the greatest day of my life.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 10, 2017 22:47:12 GMT -5
Crowpaw frowned, watching her. "You can sleep if you want. You must be exhausted. I'll keep an eye on them until you wake up," he offered.
(Yeah sure that would work. Maybe she heard the squeal from the squirrel they killed, or smells blood from where it bit the tom-kit.
Also they called the Voot Cruiser garbage and I'm offended. It's probably true but. I like the Voot Cruiser lol.)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 10, 2017 22:51:31 GMT -5
"A-are you sure? you must be tired to... I don't want to be asleep if anything happens," She mewed, her thoughts straying every time she started a sentences, the pale queens eyes already drooping. She was ready to rest,perhaps when she woke up things would be better.
Sweetpaw paused, trying to scramble over the tree branch that Fieldgrass had leapt over, her legs short and stubby compared to his. The calico used her back legs as braces, scratching the bark as she stumbled over it, Fieldgrass not in sight. She frowned, not realizing how slow she must have been. The manx glanced around uncertainly, scenting the air in attempts to find the older warriors scent, but instead smelled... blood? No... No... that couldn't be right... She scented the air again, uncertain at what she was smelling. Is that a kit? She thought in alarm, scrambling off the log and following the scent.
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 10, 2017 23:01:29 GMT -5
The two kits dragged their squirrel into a sheltered area under a bush to eat, hopefully out of range of predators like hawks or owls that might prey on kits like them. The tom looked up as he heard a noise in the forest, and his sister tensed likewise as she saw his movement.
"Sure, I'm a bit tired, but not nearly as much as you might be," Crowpaw replied. "And I promise I'll wake you up immediately if anything happens. But you need rest... especially if anything does happen, you'd be useless from exhaustion at this point," he added, being a bit morbidly teasing.
(I'm pretty sure if IZ wasn't sort-of made for children it would basically be Rick & Morty)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 10, 2017 23:10:21 GMT -5
(ahh thats great XD)
Sweetpaw hesitated, before calling out, "Uhm, Fieldgrass?" She paused, listening for the tom, but not hearing any response. I'm dead if this turns out to be nothing. She thought, groaning inwardly, before slipping through some bushes and to the river. She glanced around, eyes falling onto two white and ginger splashes under a bush. She frowned- they weren't kits! Well, they where, maybe five moons old, not much older than she was herself. "Hello?" The calico called out hesitantly.
Coldfire screwed up her face, sticking a tongue out almost teasingly, before turning serious once more. She nodded, giving the kits another loving, long look, as if she wasn't sure she would see them the same when she awoke. She settled her head down onto the moss, "Thank you..." She mumbled tiredly, already falling asleep.
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 10, 2017 23:27:34 GMT -5
"Of course, you're welcome," Crowpaw replied with a purr, settling down as well to wait and watch the kits.
The tom bristled as he heard a large creature moving through the trees, opening his mouth to scent the air. Cat. He wrinkled his nose at his sister, indicating she should scent it as well. She did so, whirling around to see a young calico she-cat- not much older than either of them- staring at them through the undergrowth. The she-kit backed away instinctively to press against her brother. She flicked his back leg twice with her tail. What do we do? The tom shrugged in response, not really sure of the situation without sight. He could smell a cat, a she-cat and probably young, but past that he could tell nothing. He wondered if she wanted to steal their prey, but his sister hadn't indicated that the she-cat was aggressive, nor had he heard her growl, so he thought that it would for now be better to remain passive.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jan 10, 2017 23:40:03 GMT -5
She frowned at the she cats response- and the seeming lack of one from the tom. She took another step forward, lifting her head up, trying to look like a tough wild cat.
"What are you doing in Flashclan territory?" She asked, only a slight tremor in her voice. Ever the pacifist, she didn't want to scare off the cats, or get in a fight.
Coldfire was already fast asleep, her tail curled protectively over three of her kits, Wolfkit in sight of Crowpaw. The little grey tom was still barely breathing, and beginning to tremble slightly.
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 10, 2017 23:46:27 GMT -5
Crowpaw frowned, looking at the kit closer. Was he shivering? The tom extended a paw and pushed him a bit closer to Coldfire so that he would take in her warmth.
The tom swiveled his ears to better hear the she-cat, instinctively blinking in confusion at the mention of 'territory.'
"F-FlashClan?" he meowed questioningly, his voice rather rough from disuse. The she-cat felt the vibration of his speech and looked at him curiously, then back at the calico, wondering what the two were saying.
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 11, 2017 0:00:00 GMT -5
The tom frowned. "I..." he struggled to remember the correct word. He hadn't spoken much since they had been tossed out at a moon old, and even before that he hadn't exactly been chatty. "...n-never heard that." The she-kit looked back and forth again, wanting to know what was going on. Both cats looked confused.
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 11, 2017 0:16:27 GMT -5
"Uh..." That was the only thing the tom could think to reply, blinking as he turned his face towards his sister, and then back towards the "FlashClan" cat. At one time, he thought, they had been called something by their mother and other littermates, but that was a long time ago, and their names hadn't been relevant since. They rarely spoke to other cats, and never had a reason to use their names between the two of them so they had simply... forgotten.
(why am I so gay for so many different fictional genocidal aliens send help)
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 11, 2017 0:52:05 GMT -5
Both kits shrank back as the calico approached, the tom with his ears pricked to hear her, while the she-kit just stared. "Um... not very, uh, long," the tom replied rather cagily. "Or, well, I don't... think. It all smells the same."
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