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Post by daretodream on Feb 1, 2008 17:11:26 GMT -5
Crimsonsky staggered into camp. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she struggled to breathe. She was bleeding very heavily, her burgundy fur matted in clumps by it. She had been patrolling, and felt a agonizing pain seer through her; she was kitting, far to early. DreamClan were angry, how foolish was she to expect what had happened to her parents would not happen to her when she did the exact same thing? She had fallen in love with rouge banished from another clan. She wasn't supposed to give birth for ages yet, her belly was hardly swollen. She should have remembered how DreamClan sent a avalanche to kill them because they had fallen in love, both from different clans.
Limping heavily over to Dappleberry's den, she fainted from loss of blood before she got there. "Please DreamClan, spare me one kit at least, one kit..." She whispered before everything went black. The secret shed tried to hide, because she burned from shame from betraying the clan that had taken her in without question, was finally, painfully obviously, revealed. What would Jewelstar think of her now?
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Post by Squid on Feb 1, 2008 18:00:12 GMT -5
Polarsleet had been crunching down on a piece of prey and simply watching the camp buzz with life when he saw Crimsonsky stagger into the clearing. He spotted the blood on her fur and immediately jumped to his feet, leaving the prey where it was and going to see what was wrong. "Crimsonsky!?" He squeezed through the Medicine Cat den entrance. His eyes went wide when he saw Crimsonsky unconscious on the ground, Dappleberry was no where to be found. Polarsleet fought to remember what herbs to use when someone was kitting and did his best to help Crimsonsky.
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Post by Brambles on Feb 1, 2008 21:12:16 GMT -5
A head raised from the half-eaten corpse of a mouse as Polarsleet had called out Crimsonsky's name. Blue optics flickered over towards the femme and tom. Mustangchance heaved himself to his paws, optics widening at seeing that Crimsonsky had collapsed. 'Jewelstar! Dappleberry!' The tom yowled out, dashing across the camp clearing to Polarsleet and Crimsonsky's side. The former leader looked over at his son, a breif vision of Soulfrost flickering in the back of his eyes, before Mustangchance meowed, 'Get me some poppy seeds, Polarsleet.' [/blockquote]
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Post by Squid on Feb 2, 2008 1:12:36 GMT -5
"Gotcha!" He ran to Dappleberry's store of herbs and, careful not to mess anything up, pulled out a poppy leaf and quickly took over to his father, shaking off a few seeds.
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Post by daretodream on Feb 2, 2008 8:24:50 GMT -5
Crimsonsky weakly opened her eyes. She murmued A thanks to Polarsleet and Mustangchance. Her body convusled with pain. She knew this wasn't supposed to happen, kitting wasn't easy, but it surely couldn't be as painful as this?
She unsheathed her claws and dug them into the hard, frozen ground. Letting out a cry of pain, the first kit came. Insticintive took over, and she began to push. A tiny she-kit sild onto the earth. She looked nothing like her mother. She had a white, almost silver pelt. A patch of burgundy dotted her nose. As she gave her first mewl, Crimsonskys sides heaved with relife as she started wriggiling towards her mother. But Crimsonsky had no chance to rejoice, another kit was coming...
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Post by Brambles on Feb 2, 2008 18:44:46 GMT -5
Mustangchance grimaced inwardly. The thoughts of Soulfrost having her first kitting kept pushing into his mind, desipte his attempts to hold the thoughts back. Mustangchance glanced over at Polarsleet at his son brought the needed poppy seeds. 'Good. Crimsonsky, please swallow a few of these, they will decrease the pain.' Blue optics flicked over to the newborn kit. It was breathing. Lifting his head, the small tom yowled out for his daughter. 'Quollfrost!' Oh DreamClan, please let her be in the camp.'
In an answer to his prayers, Quollfrost tore across the camp clearing, her white and brown patched fur indentical to Mustangchance, as well as the clear, azure optics. Sliding to a halt beside the three, she stared wide-eyed down at Crimsonsky. A commading bark from Mustangchance snapped her back into reality. 'I need you to care for the kit, please.' She nodded in response, and went to the newborn kits aid. [/blockquote]
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Post by Squid on Feb 3, 2008 4:39:02 GMT -5
Beside Crimonsky, the faint white outline of Soulfrost could barely be seen. She was there, helping the she-cat through was seemed like a painful kitting. Soulfrost knew what it was like when she first had Blazefoot, and Sablemask, and she had much sympathy for Crimsonsky. Polarsleet stared down at Crimsonsky, his eyes wide with fear. He couldn't do anything except bring the poppy seed, Quollfrost had much more knowledge than him and Mustangchance was former leader and had seen this stuff before, he however knew nothing about it.
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Post by daretodream on Feb 3, 2008 11:07:19 GMT -5
Crimsonsky licked up the poppy seeds gratefully. She could feel the prescense of another cat. She dug in her claws again, and the second kit came. This one looked more like her mother, all burgundy but with a silver muzzle, throat chest and underbelly. This one was far more lively, and almost launched herself over to Crimsonskys belly, even though there was barely any milk. But the blood started flowing faster, and She was feeling increasingly faint. Her body gave one last push, and the third kit came. It was silver, with a red tail and a red birthmark like a heart on its flank. Crimsonky licked it, and licked it, but it did not stir. The third, and final kit, had been born dead. This was her punishment, her third kit had died. Grief swept over her like a black wave, tears silding down her face. She wrapped her tail around the dead kit, and held it close.
The two survivors started mewling, Crimsonsky hadn't enough milk.
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Post by Brambles on Feb 3, 2008 14:43:56 GMT -5
Head dipped down towards the ground in silent lament for the dead kit. Mustangchance heaved out a sigh, then rasied his head to return to the task of taking care for the two remaining kits. Something caught the corner of his eye, and the tom flicked his azure gaze over to Crimsonsky. It was gone, but Mustangchance was sure he had seen his deceased mate, Soulfrost, standing guard beside the queen. Mustangchance shook his head sorrowfully, then turned to Polarsleet. 'I need you to care for the second kit, just lick her fur the wrong way to keep her blood going. I need to find a queen with milk.' Quollfrost glanced up at her father, seeing the pain in his eyes and guessing he must have been thinking of their mother. The femme went back to caring for the first kit; it was the white, nearly silver, furred kit with a splotch of burgundy.
Mustangchance raced out of the den, head whipping from side to side as he searched for some femme, any femme, that could help Crimsonsky. [/blockquote]
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Post by Squid on Feb 3, 2008 15:36:03 GMT -5
Soulfrost too dipped her head in a silent greiving, then, taking one last glance at her mate and kits, left to the sky, a small red and silver kit beside her. Polarsleet looked to his father and nodded as her started to lick the second kits fur backwards.
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Post by daretodream on Feb 4, 2008 10:45:35 GMT -5
Crimsonsky looked towards her kits. She nosed the first one gently. "Patiencekit" she murmured. Helping Polarsleet lick the second kits fur, she knew what to call this one. "Cherrykit" and she gave one, last, forlorn look at her lost kit. "Lovekit". She returned to licking her kits flanks, trying to keep them warm. She was in no state to move anywhere before Dappleberry came. She appreciated Mustangchance, Polarsleet and Quollfrost's help greatly, but she felt so faint.
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Post by Brambles on Feb 4, 2008 17:41:23 GMT -5
Quollfrost paused from her continuous licking of the newly named Patiencekit. The femme pulled her head back and stared worriedly at Crimsonsky. 'You should rest. Father...Mustangchance will find someone to care for your kits. I promise.' Quollfrost smiled warmly at Crimsonsky, azure optics glowing faintly. The femme gasped after a moment, having remembered an important herb for kits. 'Borage. Polarsleet, go get some borage. They will help give Crimsonsky milk.' [/blockquote]
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Post by Squid on Feb 4, 2008 19:51:50 GMT -5
The snow white tom looked at his sister and nodded, running back to the herb supply and trying to remember which one was borage. Polarsleet thought a moment then pulled out one of the herbs, trotting back over to Quollfrost and the others, dropping it at her paws "This it?"
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Post by Brambles on Feb 4, 2008 22:52:45 GMT -5
Quollfrost leaned down over the group of herbs Polarsleet had collected from Dappleberry's den. The femme sniffed the herbs experimentally, letting her head hang there for a moment. Pulling back up, Quollfrost nodded, a light in her azure orbs. 'Yes, those are the ones. Thank you Polarsleet.' The femme looked over at her brother, grateful, then nudged the borage towards Crimsonsky. 'Here, have these. They don't taste very good, but they'll help give you milk for Patiencekit and Cherrykit.' [/blockquote]
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Post by daretodream on Feb 9, 2008 7:39:05 GMT -5
Crimsonsky chewed the borage, wincing every now and then at the taste. When she had finished, she began licking Cherrykits fur the wrong way to keep her warm. She paused and turned to Quollfrost "Thank you. I should move to the nursery. Im no good to any cat sitting here in the middle of camp." She began heaving her bloody sides up, and started moving toward sthe nursery, Cherrykit in her mouth. "Can you pick up Patiencekit, Quollfrost?"
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