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Post by Littleflower on Nov 19, 2017 16:14:57 GMT -5
Grimacing clearly, as contractions rippled through her she let out a snarl of pain. Agony ripping through her and it seemed only to get more and more intense, she pinned her ears flat to her head with a wail. With a wrench a third kit slipped into the world, and the mother turned to pick it up to pass it to the father and medicine cat through heavy panting. She tried not to notice how small her newborns were, and how weak their little mewls sounded. Her eyes softened as she looked down at them, heart breaking in fear that they might not make it but she knew she had to fight.
However, for one particular kit. Help had come too late, despite his father's best tries. The little one only got weaker and weaker, the coughing taking all the energy from his tiny frame. So much so that he shook with every breath that he took in. It wasn't long until the tiny creature curled up at his father's paws, and let out his final breath. It would never see the light of morning.
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 16:18:23 GMT -5
From her far off corner, Flamerose had watched and listened as Nov walked in. He annoyed her to an extent -- he was everything that annoyed her in a cat, but he had helped get many of the WindClan cats out safely.
She knew she should thank him for the help. Without Nov, who knew what others might have succumbed to the flames that had ravaged everyone? They could have been just as bad off as ShadowClan. Flamerose wasn't much for thanking others, but maybe it was time for some kind of change. And Nov deserved it.
Still, she waited, and started grooming her pelt. Despite how long it had been since the fire, she was still grooming soot out of her pelt. She hadn't had much time to do any kind of grooming, for obvious reasons.
Flamerose stifled an amused purr when Nov reeled out of the nursery after seeing the she-cat in labor. The poor tom. It must have been embarrassing for him, but was hilarious for her.
Finally, Flamerose sucked it up and stood up, walking towards the tom. She doubted he knew who she was, but she had learned his name from some of the WindClan warriors. "Nov?" She asked before pausing in front of him. "I would like to... thank you for helping my Clan out with the fire."
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 19, 2017 16:38:53 GMT -5
"Oh dear, lay down," she chided the queen, coaxing her to relax. "I'll get this one; it's alright." Flurryfoot picked up the new kit, and nipped the kit free of their sack and into the world. She licked the fur backwards and across the kit's face. It sneezed and let out a pitiful mew. "Ahh, welcome little one," she cooed, ensuring that the kit was clean before tucking the new kit close to the mother's warm belly. "A she-kit/tom," she stated proudly. "You're doing well; just relax and keep your strength, okay?"
Flurryfoot felt her heart constrict as she noticed the coughing kit cease to breath. "Oh... oh no," she whispered as her whiskers drooped. She grabbed the struggling tom-kit from Yellowstar's reach and tried licking the small creature back to life. She thought that, perhaps, she could revitalize the kit's heart and hear a struggled breath echo from his tiny lungs. She pressed her nose into his chest repeatedly, trying to simulate a heart beat.
She knew, however, when to let go. "I'm... I'm sorry Morningflight. He's with Starclan, now," she whispered, pressing her nose into the kit's fur and prayed silently for his safe departure. "We'll have a burial for him once we're finished here; It won't be a Shadowclan burial, I know, but we'll do our best in Riverclan," she promised, offering a couple soothing licks to the queen's forehead. Her paws returned to Morningflight's distended belly and she felt again for more ripples, keeping an eye on the kits for problems.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 19, 2017 16:46:53 GMT -5
Panting, the slender queen grimaced. "I want to make sure they're ok," she said between heavy boughts of coughing, quickly growing excited but from the pain remaining in her belly she could guess that her job wasn't done just yet. She tilted her head to the side, taking a deep breath as she asked. "Will they make it? They're just so small," she whispered with a frown. Pressing her nose into the fur of the nearest newborn, licking it weakly between the ears as her body continued to work on giving birth to the last kit. However, the pain quickly spiked again, worse than before and it felt like it was going to split her skull at the sudden agony. She howled, pushing as hard as she could but to no avail. Now the pain was much worse then before, but she didn't know why.
But when she heard the medicine cat speak, it broke her heart. "No, please no," she begged trying to reach for the dead kit and bring it to herself. Forgetting the pain and desperately trying to get to her fallen kit. Her wails were renewed, but the pain was from something much different. The loss of a kit broke her heart, and it seemed to make her certain that the rest wouldn't be long after.
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 19, 2017 18:31:13 GMT -5
( Super sorry I haven't posted! I've been super busy.
Where can I jump back in? I'm not too sure. ^^" ))
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 19, 2017 18:31:52 GMT -5
(a queen is kitting if you'd like to help out.)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 19, 2017 18:49:48 GMT -5
>> Ooc << >> RP << Lichenpaw coughed, her lungs still ached a little from the smoke she inhaled although she was getting better. She exited her makesift medicine cat den which sat just outside the actual medicine cat den; she had just finished sorting herbs and now she looked for a cat who could help gather herbs with her. She looked around and spotted Wolffang sitting in the clearing she padded over to him and mewed friendly. "Hey Wolffang would you help me gather herbs?" She asked sweetly.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 18:53:38 GMT -5
» I've been trying to post for like 15 minutes but the forums wouldn't let me asdfgfd Welcome back, Whisper! If you like, we can say that Nighttail and Thistleflower are returning from their patrol since not a lot of time has passed.
Gonna post in a sec.~ «
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 19, 2017 19:14:06 GMT -5
(( Sure, that works for me! I hope this is okay.
Btw, just as a heads up, I don't think Thistleflower will be a part of any forbidden romances. At least not any time soon. It would take a lot of convincing for him to break the code. He takes his job pretty seriously. ))
Hunting was one of the most important things that Shadowclan needed to do right now. Prey, and all the prey that they could gather before the days grew too short and too cold, was what they needed to build back up their strength. The medicine cat, while it wasn't his job, was more than willing to spend his time hunting. Still, Thistleflower and Nighttail had managed to catch a fair bit of prey during their short expedition. When he returned to the Riverclan camp, he hadn't expected anything to be wrong.
Thistleflower's ears turned and stood straight up, however, as he hears the commotion going on not too far in the camp. Morningflight, one of the few queens that had survived in Shadowclan, was making loud sounds of pain. He knew, with a sinking feeling, what it meant right away. He dropped his prey at the deputy's feet.
"Take care of the prey," he told Nighttail, in more of an order than a suggestion. Right now, or at any time, he didn't have the patience to deal with the deputy's dark, irresponsible and moping attitude. "And I mean it, Nighttail. I expect all of that prey to be in the pile or you'll feel my claws." A weak threat that he wouldn't go through with, of course, mostly because he would have to waste precious herbs. Yet he had a feeling his deputy might not to do it without a little nudge.
With a flick of his tail, he hurried off in direction of the pained she-cat. It was much too early for her to be kitting, but once it started, there was no stopping it. He reached the source of the sound quickly, and spared only a second to shoot Yellowstar a cold, narrow-eyed look. Something about the Riverclan leader always set him on guard, put him on edge. Particularly at this moment, where something seemed off about him. Of course he had no knowledge of Yellowstar and Morningflight's relationship, but Yellowstar was definitely a bit suspicious.
By the time the Shadowclan medicine cat had arrived, a couple kits had already been born and one, sadly, had already left to walk with Starclan. A sharp pain pierced his heart. Where had he been, too busy talking to Nighttail to notice one of his own queen's pain? This was his job, not Flurryfoot's. "Out of my way," he snapped sharply. He didn't even bother to greet her, nor was he very polite, and he made his way to the queen's side, though he simply did what the Riverclan medicine cat had already been doing.
It wasn't like Thistleflower was any better than Flurryfoot, because he wasn't. He was tired and stressed and was, essentially, working the jobs of both a medicine cat and deputy. Now he also had to push aside his own guilt of not being present to help one of Shadowclan's own queens. A kit had died while he was gone. Perhaps, if he had been there, he could have done something to save him that Flurryfoot hadn't thought of. This all lead to him being drastically more vicious than usual, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 19, 2017 19:20:14 GMT -5
Upon the entrance of one of her own clanmates, the slender queen looked at the tom she trusted with eyes of desperation. The pain crippling, but no kit seemed to want to arrive as she struggled past her exhaustion and grief at the loss of her most recent kit. She paused, coughs ripping from her throat as she shook with the effort of keeping herself conscious. Her burn wounds were bleeding and did little to help her tired state, and now she was struggling to deliver the last of her kits. The light was beginning to fade from her eyes, as Morningflight struggled to stay awake after everything that had happened.
The two remaining kits were just as weak as their mother, and the one left to be born was probably not doing much better. Time was severely limited if the survival of the mother and her remaining newborns was to be ensured, but it wasn't certain as to what was left to be done. They sat squirming at their father's paws, but they were quickly weakening.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 19:50:38 GMT -5
»Thistleflower is another one of my favorites asdfgf Maybe I just like medicine cats.
All of my cats are just rebels apparently aahaa ;; «
Nov glanced up from his grooming, confusion lining his expression as he searched for the source of the voice calling his name. The russet tabby locked eyes with Flamerose, and his face immediately lit up with delight as he finally saw a cat he recognized. He couldn't properly remember her name, but her bright ginger coat was unforgettable; it was the only one similar to his, after all. "Flameo!" he said, straightening up. "What's up?"
He tilted his head to the side, a little surprised by the she-cat's gratitude. "You could've said that to me while I was saving your life," he responded casually. He licked his paw and swiped it over his ear a few times, watching Flamerose curiously as he did so. It wasn't until he was certain his head was clean that he returned his paw to the ground and focused his full attention on the WindClan deputy. "But of course, you're welcome," he added. He smiled at her, almost too innocently.
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Yellowstar continued to groom the kits rhythmically, feeling proud of his vigorous work. He allowed Flurryfoot to nudge the kits away once he was done, watching them nestle into their mother's belly. He purred lightly, enjoying the temporary calm that seemed to bestow itself upon them as the kits kneaded their mother's belly. It didn't last very long, however; Morningflight began to cry out again, and the kit resting between his paws wasn't reacting well to his grooming.
Flurryfoot took the kit away before Yellowstar could properly register what was going on, and he frantically watched the medicine cat try to resuscitate his dying son. "Flurryfoot," the tom growled, rising to his paws. "What's happening? What's wrong?" His eyes searched the scene before him fearfully, trying to make sense of Flurryfoot's worry. "Oh no..."
He slinked out of the nest and moved to his kit's side to lie next to him. His fur was completely spiked out from stress and uncertainty as he waited for Flurryfoot to finish her prayer. He held the kit closely to himself when she finished, ignoring Morningflight's feeble attempts to reach their son as he gazed down at him in horror. He was shocked and confused, wondering why StarClan would take such an innocent life before it had time to learn and grow. There is so much I could have taught you... His confusion twisted into anger, and the helpless leader could do no more than lash out at the cat nearest him.
"Why didn't you save him?" he demanded, rising to his paws once more and turning on Flurryfoot. Morningflight's cries cut him off before he continued, so he stood there with a bushy pelt and lashing tail as he waited for the wails to subside. "You had one job," he growled, his voice lowered sinisterly. He wasn't going to touch the she-cat - any-cat who knew him long enough knew that his anger never escalated to more than harsh words. But he was so hurt that he spun around and stalked away from the she-cats briefly to the back of the den, pacing there as he tried to calm himself down. He couldn't bring himself to stop and think of how ridiculous he looked because of the emotions circling in his heart. Why would the leader of another clan care about the well-being of one sick ShadowClan kit? It didn't make any sense to an outsider. But the golden tom had just lost a son he didn't know he would have, and the feelings clogging his senses were just too much for the tom to handle. He was Yellowstar; he didn't have emotions. He was big and strong and brave. Why in StarClan's name was he hurting so bad?
"You said you would try your hardest and he died!" he yowled, his golden eyes flashing in the dim light of the back of the den. His tail lashed feverishly and he dug his claws into the earth as his eyes clouded with grief. "I-I lost my kit..."
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"It's not like I'll eat it myself," Nighttail grumbled, displeased with the medicine cat's tone. He watched the tom go, frowning a little as he turned his threat over in his head. Thistleflower's chide seemed to have affected him, for he picked up the prey they caught - two mice and a water vole - almost immediately after the tom disappeared and carried it over to the fresh-kill pile.
He dropped their catch on top of the rabbit already occupying the otherwise vacant pile, surprised by the sight of it. Others must be hunting as well, the tom thought. He sighed and turned away from the pile to find a comfortable spot to rest in. The wails coming from the medicine den didn't phase him much, for they were similar to the usual agonized cries he heard over the past few days. He couldn't differentiate between a mourning queen and a kitting queen, and therefore didn't understand or care why his medicine cat rushed off in such a hurry.
Tail dragging in the dirt, he padded over to his usual spot in the corner, collapsing in the mud with a thud and curling up into a tight black ball. Hunting took a huge toll on his health, having not eaten since the fire. Thistleflower had managed to shove a fish or two down his throat during their stay, but Nighttail always ended up puking the sick, slimy creatures back up. It could be brushed off as just a distaste for that particular type of prey, but the truth of the matter was that sitting around and sulking was causing the deputy's health to deteriorate rapidly. He buried his nose into his own fur, trying to his best to tune out the noise around him while forcing his tired bones to rest.
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Lilypaw nodded her head, smiling faintly at the little kit. "I promise," she agreed. She rested her tail on his head to soothe him, hoping her words would be convincing enough. "There is no more fire," she mewed softly, "no more fire..."
She flicked the moss-ball in the air and watched it land at the kit's paws, her own eyes sparkling with kit-like excitement. "Only the greatest, most funnest game in all the territories," she told him. She purred, glad to see she'd caught the kit's attention so easily. "Let's see..." She glanced over her shoulder to the back of the den, then shifted her gaze to the entrance where faint light simmered in. "You have to try to get the moss past me to there," she instructed, using her tail to signal the back of the den. "If you get the ball there, you win. But if I get it there..." she signaled with her tail to the entrance, "then I win. Wanna try?"
She beamed down at the kit, hoping he would like the idea. She had been pretty good at moss-ball as a kit, surprisingly able to beat her littermates and most of her denmates despite her little size. It was an accomplishment she stopped bragging about after becoming an apprentice, but was secretly proud of still. Playing in the nursery was the only time Lilypaw had ever felt free of other cats' expectations. The memories brought a warm feeling to her belly.
»I edited this post a hundred times aaaaah I'm finnaly done ;; Still trying to figure out Yellowstar as a character. I included the last part of his post because I thought it'd be interesting to see how cats treat him after figuring out the truth (cus we made it so painfully obvious anyways). Like, will they still respect him? Or would they no longer desire the assistance of a leader that can't even follow the warrior code? «
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 19, 2017 20:03:13 GMT -5
(please tell me who gave you the right to hurt me this way air? that hurt to read so bad, but so beautiful)
With a shudder, the queen finally brought her final kit into the world, a tiny daughter, and the kitting was finished, but the battle had only just begun.
Exhausted beyond thinking straight, the queen watched her mate through blurry eyes, sweat plastered her fur and her eyelids felt like lead as she fought to keep them open long enough to take a look at her newborns squirming weakly in the nest. She leant down to lick them, on legs which struggled to keep her upright she drew them close to her belly. Knowing she had to push past her grief to take care of the three kits which remained alive at her belly. Knowing they would need a lot of care if they were to reach even a moon old, she lowered her head back to the ground. Exhausted beyond belief and her own life beginning to seep away were she not to get rest and food in her soon.
Beside her the kits managed to find their way up to her belly, and kneaded deep into her fur. As small as they were, it was there one instinct which drove them strong enough to get to nurse. To fill their bellies and get their first vital boost in life. They were tiny, bald little creatures. Far smaller then any kit Morningflight remembered ever having seen before in her life, but they were more beautiful then anything she could have remembered ever seeing. She pressed her nose against the three little kits, two sons and a daughter and wrapped her tail around them protectively. It didn't matter how tired she was, she would protect them with her life, and she didn't care against who it would be.
And one particular cat in the den was acting in a threatening manner.
Tilting her head, at first she didn't fully recognise what was wrong, why her mate was so angry with the cat who may well have saved both her life, and the tiny lives beside her. Then she realised why when she spotted the still creature at the medicine cat's paws. And her heart shattered into what felt like a thousand little pieces, and she moved herself from the side of the newborns. Barely registering their tiny mewls of disappointment when the warmth and milk was torn from them. The little queen pressed her nose into the tiny kit's fur, desperately searching for any sign of life. "Please starclan, no." She begged, but she doubted there was anyone left to listen to her.
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 19, 2017 20:12:06 GMT -5
(( Lol, I love Thistleflower. He's my favortie, too.
Thistleflower is about to cause so much trouble, lol. He's not going to be happy with Yellowstar, that's for sure. He's the kind of cat that likes to stick to the code, at least when it comes to romances. And he's about to let Yellowstar know that, too. xD ))
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 20:12:45 GMT -5
((Thistleflower are lovely. XD Nighttail makes me sad, though.
Yellowstar and Morningheart's relationship is gonna be so drama-y. XD I could see Flamerose not wanting to stay anymore after learning that, or at least not liking them anymore. XP
Didn't you say you have some drama plans?))
Flamerose flicked her ears back at his greeting. "Flamerose." She corrected him, already regretting coming over to him. At the very least, she was glad to talk to someone that wasn't horribly devastated by this tragedy.
She was not appreciative of his tone, and the tom already getting on her nerves. Of course, who didn't get on her nerves? Flamerose was an easily irritated she-cat. "While you were saving the lives of my Clanmates. I didn't need saving." She corrected him yet again, more to repair her ego than anything.
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 19, 2017 20:22:47 GMT -5
((Shoot I'm on mobile because my Wi-Fi derped out. This is only half a reply; I'll fill in the rest with what's in my computer when I get the chance. EDIT: Done, sorry!))
"They'll be weak, but I think they'll make it," Flurryfoot reassured the queen, "They are very early... but we can keep those who remain alive." She glanced at the thinly coated kits, and shivered; their only chance in this world was to keep warm and attempt to suckle. "I need you to stay alive and keep use your strength sparingly if there's any hope of their survival. Please, dear, lie back. I'll give you this last one to clean, alright?" She informed her. The medicine cat looked up to see Yellowstar tucked close to the queen. For a moment, she swore that they looked like parents together and she had to shake herself of that idea; it was such a weird thought to have.
Flurryfoot's belly churned in a small bit of apprehension as the queen howled in pain; "What's wrong? Are you in more pain than before?" she asked quickly, feeling her heart skip a couple beats. She removed her paws from the queen's belly and tucked the passed kit closer to the mourning mother, hoping to provide a small bit of closure to her; maybe it would ease the pain as well. "Here he is," she mewed sadly, offering a small smile to the queen. "I'm sure he would have made a wonderful warrior." She couldn't offer many more condolences than that, as she had to return to her position, checking for convulsions as her last kit came into the world. "I believe you have just one more coming; be strong for all of them," she ushered, her tail flickering in determination. These three would stay alive, she swore upon her life.
Upon the arrival of the Shadowclan medicine cat, the Riverclanner felt the tom brush past her rudely. And with Yellowstar's furious demeanor, Flurryfoot had to take a step back and breathe. She had just had her fur rubbed the wrong way by two cats in the span of a few moments; her fur bristled as she stared bewildered at both Thistleflower and Yellowstar. Her teeth barred for a moment before she calmed her nerves and focused on the queen and kits; they mattered right now. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes; upon opening them she calmly looked at her leader and spoke with all the politeness she could, "I need you to leave, Yellowstar. Get. Out. Right. Now." Her eyes burned bright with fury at the audacity of her leader; as if she didn't feel awful already for the loss of the kit! And she didn't happen to miss the whole 'my kit' deal; she just didn't want to handle it at the moment. His kits indeed.
She turned to the Shadowclan medicine cat and snuffed at him, eyes still burning, "We do not have time to stay along clan lines, Thistleflower; she's just as much my responsibility as yours. Plus, this is my den," she informed him, allowing him to gain access to the struggling queen. "Her last kit is coming; I'll focus on getting the supplies to patch up her wounds." She retreated to the back of the den, gathering what little cobwebs she had and goldenrod to prevent infection.
She looked toward the enterance and scowled at her leader. "I will talk to you later. Get out," she nearly hissed with a glint in her eye.
((Flurryfoot couldn't care less about the drama: "Everyone just get the HECK OUTTA MY WAY AND LET ME DO MY JOB" ))
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 20:31:47 GMT -5
((I'm also on my phone and I understand your pain . XD))
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Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Nov 19, 2017 20:33:16 GMT -5
"I don't have time to argue with you," Thistleflower replied with a scowl. "Let me work, Flurryfoot, and I'll let you do the same."
Thistleflower did his best to care for the last kit as it was born. Licked its fur the opposite way, nudged it until it began to mewl, before he allowed the kit to snuggle up to its mother's belly. He had arrived too late to help much with the others, but he still did what he could to make sure they had the best chance at survival as possible. Such small kits, ones born so early, were bound to be weak and sickly. No medicine cat, no matter how good, would have much of a chance at making them better. He was still stubborn, though, and he would keep trying to do whatever possible. Truthfully, though, the kits's lives were in Starclan's paws now.
The one thing that had bugged him since stepping into the den was simply on thing, or rather, one cat: Yellowstar. The tom was frantic, licking the tiny, still tom-kit and trying to bring some life back into him. An impossible task, and surely he must have known, as the Riverclan leader suddenly turned his anger onto Flurryfoot. As grumpy as Thistleflower was, and as much as he didn't like other cats, he wouldn't sit there and let a leader talk to a medicine cat in such an awful way. "She tried her best," he hissed furiously and lashed his tail. "Don't you dare talk down to a medicine cat. I guarantee she's saved your furry pelt more times than you're capable of counting."
Morningflight rising to her shaky feet and coming to sit by the kit's body lessened his anger, though only a bit. He normally would have been against a queen moving away from her kits so soon after their birth, but this was a special case, and the poor she-cat didn't deserve such harsh treatment. Instead, he touched his nose her flank is a very rare gesture of affection. He gave her no kind words, because no words would ever be enough to comfort a grieving mother. It wasn't the first time a queen had lost a kit in his life as a medicine cat.
His cold gaze returned to Yellowstar, then, and narrowed down into slits. The small tom's fur had bristled, and even with it all standing on end, he was still nowhere near the leader's intimidating size. Yet even then, he felt no fear, and showed no hesitation. All of the pieces were beginning to click in his mind. No tom would act so distraught, especially not one from a different clan, unless they were... He's the father, Thistleflower realized, with a hot flash of anger and a curl of his lips.
He would not have this argument in Morningflight's presence, however, and mimicked Flurryfoot, "Get out, Yellowstar. We do not need you in here and you are doing nothing to help," he hissed. At first glance it might seem as though he were only being a protective medicine cat, but there was something close to distaste glinting in his eyes.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 19, 2017 20:45:31 GMT -5
The small shecat struggled to keep herself on four paws, so slumped onto her side joining her mate in his desperate attempts to bring life into her stillborn son. Now she shook not just from exhaustion, but from the sobs which shook her young frame. She buried her face into the tiny kit's skin, it didn't even have fur for her to groom or touch. To make the little creature feel like he had once been hers, but the sad matter of fact was that he no longer was. The pitiful little creature belonged to star clan now, as much as she hated them for taking the innocent kit from her. She could only beg that they would not lay blame on his head for her own actions, the idea that such a small creature would be cast from starclan because of her own actions terrified her. She would have given her life to the dark forest to ensure her son made its way into the ranks of Star clan, where he belonged.
On the touch of the medicine cat, the slender shecat looked up with surprise. She had known the tom since she too had been a kit, and knew better then to expect sympathy from him. She brushed her head against his, for Thistleflower was one of few things which still smelled familiar and like home. Then she was quick to return her attention to the kits which remained alive. Settling down beside them, the action clearly causing her great pain but it didn't appear she cared. She tucked the newborns close to her belly.
Realising the argument happening above her, which she had tuned out in her grief. The queen looked panicked when the tom revealed the truth, unconsciously pulling her kits closer to her belly with a protective growl. Her medicine cat she would have trusted with her life, but she had no idea how the others would react. She took up her stance again, placing herself between the newborns and the others. She was exhausted, but a blind cat could have seen that she would die protecting her vulnerable newborns.
"Please," she meowed firmly to Yellowstar, eyes narrowing sharply. "Leave." The desperation was bright in her expression. The last thing she needed was a fight, but she would take it if it was necessary.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 20:52:48 GMT -5
» I'm back! Omg, I love this so much xD Typing a response now. «
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 21:21:25 GMT -5
» I think the forums are out to get me. asdfds «
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 19, 2017 21:22:42 GMT -5
((They've been kind of touchy for me too, today... I've been writing mine in a word document lol))
Flurryfoot coolly replied to the Shadowclan cat, her voice not really implying any malice, just defending her case, "I would have let you work, Thistleflower; you wasted precious time for your clanmate by shoving me out of the way. Swallow your pride and focus on what's important right now." Her paws worked to keep the cobwebs from becoming too dusty, setting them on a rock nearby with the goldenrod leaves. That would come later; she quickly turned her focus to the weak queen and gathered the half-chewed herb mixture that she had attempted to swallow earlier.
"Morningflight, I need you to eat these now, alright? They'll keep you calm while we help you with your other injuries," Flurryfoot said calmly, pushing the herbs toward her. They did have a little bit of dirt in them now, but she wasn't keen on wasting precious resources. She was quite thrilled to hear each cat tell Yellowstar to leave the den, knowing it was for the best. Despite their forbidden relationship, the kits were what was important at the moment and no cat deserved what Morningflight was going through; Flurryfoot would have told any father to leave the den if he had behaved like Yellowstar had.
The gray calico didn't let it show, but Yellowstar's words had hurt her deeply; she had promised to keep the kits safe, and yet one had died under her careful watch. The feeling gnawed at her stomach and she couldn't quite pinpoint where the pain started. She did briefly wonder if Thistleflower could have done something to save the kit that she was incapable of; the doubts ate at the edges of her mind as she cared for the delicate souls that relied upon her paws.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 19, 2017 21:28:15 GMT -5
The little queen hesitated, looking back at the medicine cat with uncertainty bright in her eyes. Every instinct was screaming at her to protect, and few could have really blamed her considering what she had been through. For a moment, it looked like the queen was going to refuse until the larger tom left the medicine cat den. As much as she loved him, he was hardly in a stable state of mind in that moment, and her priority needed to be her newborns. She regarded her mate with a pleading look, behave, she begged mentally. Knowing that these hours would be the most important for her litter of tiny newborns, and that these cats could very much hold their fate in their paws depending on how this went.
Looking back at the medicine cat, she did as she was told. Lapping up the dirtied herbs, not appearing to care about the gritty taste if it gave her kits a greater chance of surviving. She sat down beside the three kits, pulling them close to her side and watching her mate in silence.
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 22:02:58 GMT -5
>> Ooc << >> RP << Lichenpaw coughed, her lungs still ached a little from the smoke she inhaled although she was getting better. She exited her makesift medicine cat den which sat just outside the actual medicine cat den; she had just finished sorting herbs and now she looked for a cat who could help gather herbs with her. She looked around and spotted Wolffang sitting in the clearing she padded over to him and mewed friendly. "Hey Wolffang would you help me gather herbs?" She asked sweetly. ((I'm sorry! I just saw this!)) Wolffang had been waiting in camp for the next patrol to call him. Like many of the others, his lungs ached and he found himself cough for a moment before steadying his breathing. He was exhausted and hungry, but he knew he was not nearly in as bad of shape as many or the others. He sat up as Lichenpaw walked over. "Of course." He replied. "I don't know much about herbs, but I can try." He offered to the WindClan medicine cat apprentice. Herbs were just as important as prey, if not more so at this point.
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 22:15:14 GMT -5
((So I finished reading through everything and oh my gosh, I feel bad for Morningflight and Yellowstar. Dx And also, I ship them because they are cute together.
And also Nighttail because the poor dude is so torn up about this fire thing. xP I feel like he might get along kind of well with Flamerose since they both went through the same thing and are in the same situation...? XD
And Whorlkit is adorable.
And... and... I love all the characters. ;-; Anyway.))
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 19, 2017 22:32:14 GMT -5
>> Ooc << I have yet to reply to our patrol thing >> RP <<
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 19, 2017 22:38:13 GMT -5
((I knowwww I'm so behind on Mossheart; I figured I'd wait for someone else to post for the patrol before I did anything with her. ((And I'm behind on Whorlkit lol.))))
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 19, 2017 23:07:57 GMT -5
>> Ooc << lichenpaw is going to ask Wolffang to gather herbs with her. >> RP << Mistyheart shuffled her paws until she heard a scream from the nursery, pricking her ears, she hears flurryfoot saying no over and over again before rushing off to help Morningflight give birth. She looks at everyone else and mews, "Glad i'm not having kits." Although her tone was low, she looked towards the entrance and then back at the others.
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Pansexual
Aɪʀ
i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 20, 2017 13:41:01 GMT -5
» *kicks down door* It me. «
"Flamerose," Nov repeated, nodded his head. "That's what I said."
He gazed at the ginger she-cat curiously, taking note of her expression and body language. Oooh, she's prideful, the tom thought to himself, a slight chuckle escaping his muzzle as he rose to his paws. He was just a tad bit larger, more muscular than the WindClan she-cat but with shorter, slicker fur. He raised his chin up and swished his tail lightly, hoping the sudden display of ascendancy would antagonize the thinner warrior.
"But I do recall saving you too," he said, his eyes sparkling. "You were trapped under a pile of burning rubbish, and I had just barely managed to pull you out in time... And you said to me, 'Oh Nov,' thank you so much for saving my clamb mates! I wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for you!'"
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Yellowstar felt a slight sense of relief as he watched Thistleflower enter the den. He turned away from the back of the den and padded towards the tom, ready to inform him of what had happened during his absence. But he was cut off by the stern words of Flurryfoot, and was thrown completely off guard as Thistleflower and his own mate joined in.
He met eyes with Morningflight, gazing at the desperation lining the stressed she-cat's face. He turned away from them, forcing the fur on his shoulders to lie flat as he growled lowly to himself, "Fine." He shouldered past the other cats as he finally exited the den, his tail lashing in his wake. He began to pace the den's entrance once outside, not yet ready to leave his kits alone without first hearing that everything would be absolutely fine.
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