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Post by dove on Jun 5, 2007 19:36:00 GMT -5
Raindance heard a rustle. She turned and hissed with alarm, a scent she had never smelled before, the scent of willow, with a taint of...lillies?
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Post by dove on Jun 5, 2007 19:38:31 GMT -5
A she-cat appeared, having a strange mark across her eye, it was the shape and vivid color of a crescent moon. And, by the look of her stomach, she could have kits any second.
You need to help me. The she-cat gasped.
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Post by Squid on Jun 5, 2007 19:51:29 GMT -5
Windlistener took a step back when Raindance hissed. Then he noticed the other she-cat. "Rainddance, can you stay with her for a moment? I wont be long, Im going to get a medicine cat." Without waiting for an answer, he sped off, once again looking like a ginger blur among the green forest.
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Post by dove on Jun 6, 2007 20:53:58 GMT -5
Raindancer looked at the she-cat warily. She was so used to being alone. Now, she might have to get used to so many cats.
What is your name? Raindancer asked. She knew the cat was about to give birth, but needed to know if she were an ally or enemy. I had too many enemies in the past. She thought with a horrible bitterness.
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Post by dove on Jun 6, 2007 21:01:25 GMT -5
My...Name is...Crescent. She panted. She started to go into labor. Crescent started wailing. FANG HELP ME!!! I ONLY LIVED FOR OUR KITS. WHY DO I HURT SO BADLY!!?? She screamed.
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Post by dove on Jun 6, 2007 21:51:23 GMT -5
Raindancer jumped with surprise. She had not expected her to scream. She ran to Crescent's side and began licking her stomach, trying to do what the skilled cat did on her journey. She tried to bring kits into the world for the first time, and they were not her own. How strange... She thought while licking.
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Post by Squid on Jun 7, 2007 13:05:03 GMT -5
Windlistener returned with the poppy seeds Minnowstep had asked him to retrieve. Minnowstep pushed a seed or two towards the kitting she-cat. "Thats all I can do, it will numb the pain" He said. sitting up and telling Windlistener and Raindancer to back up.
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Post by dove on Jun 8, 2007 19:51:50 GMT -5
Raindance took a step back, hoping she did the right thing. OOC: She has four kits, two already came. Fast forward, all came out.
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Post by dove on Jun 8, 2007 19:52:31 GMT -5
Crescent licked all of her kit's heads. Purring with happiness. All of them were healthy.
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Post by Squid on Jun 8, 2007 22:26:52 GMT -5
OOC: Nice fast forwarding.
Minnowstep purred too, happy for the she-cat. His second time bringing kits to the wordl and soon to be his third because his mate. Windlistener looked at the she-cats kits. "Who was the father?" He hadn't been around when the she-cat yelled his name, he was gathering some poppy seeds for Minnowstep.
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Post by dove on Jun 10, 2007 20:49:44 GMT -5
The she-cat stiffened with alarm. He is dead. She said shortly. She did not want to disscuss this topic with anyone, she just wanted to care for her kits, then live a life by herself.
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Post by dove on Jun 10, 2007 20:51:58 GMT -5
I am sorry for you. I know what it is like when someone you cared about has passed away. She had said cared, instead of love. Crescent wanted to know why.
Will I be like this she-cat and have kits without their father? She wondered fearfully.
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Post by dove on Jun 10, 2007 20:55:20 GMT -5
I loved AND cared for Fang. She hissed. Crescent was getting a bit irritated by this she-cat. She was so secretive, so mysterious, so silent. She has wisdom of death, and terror behind her eyes. I will know about her past soon enough. I shall talk with her and become friends with her. I will make sure that I will ivee to know what happened to this she-cat; the one with a name from a story. She thought to herself.
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Post by dove on Jun 10, 2007 20:57:07 GMT -5
I must be careful around this she-cat with the stranger marking. Raindancer thought to herself. What are their names? She asked with friendliness, but with also a warning tone.
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Post by dove on Jun 10, 2007 21:03:58 GMT -5
Crescent caught the warning and her eyes narrowed. This she-kit that is a dark gray with silver dappling her body, and iwth the white paws is Mistykit. The second one, with the brown pelt, with red flcks, will be Emberkit, the she-kit. The tom with the Brown pelt, black stripes, and one white paw, will be Shadowkit. And the last one, a tom with a completely light brown pelt, with ivory glinted claws will be Beechkit. She named each one with fondess of a mother, but also with the bitterness of having no father to love and nurture them.
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