Holly limped through the forest, lost and alone. She had been traveling with her mother, but yesterday rouges attacked them. Her mother had fought bravely to protect her, but the rouges were too strong. Holly's mother had been killed. Now the two moon old kit was all alone, with basically no chance of survival. Her back leg was injured badly, and she couldn't see out of her left eye. Holly flopped onto the ground, giving up. What's the use? Holly thought. I'm going to die anyway. She curled up in a tight ball, hoping that if she died, it would be quick and painless. The only thing Holly didn't know was that she was in ShadowClan territory, and that the dawn patrol was about to go out.
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Duskfeather crouched, catching sight of a small furry shape beneath a tree. A squirrel... she thought. She was doing some nighttime hunting, and so far had been unlucky in finding anything. But here was a squirrel... so she wasn't as unlucky as she'd thought. Duskfeather crept closer, then sat up, shocked. A kit! She hurried over to Holly's side, and gasped when she saw the blood around her hind leg. "What happened?"She murmured softly, not really expecting an answer.
OOC: Should I ask for a MC or MCA to join this thread (for Holly's injuries)?
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Holly looked over to the cat and groaned, "Rouges." She was too tired to speak anymore. Could things get any worse? My leg is injured, and something is wrong with my eye. She just rolled over and went limp from pain. -
"Oh... You poor thing! But why? Who would hurt a kit?" She wondered what to do, hating herself for not being able to think faster. Every moment she waited, something might happen! Making up her mind, Duskfeather mewed, half to herself, "I'm going to toddle you back to camp." She bent down to pick up the limp kit.
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Holly made a "Hmmph" sound as she was picked up. The kit could barely see what was happening, as her vision was becoming clouded with blood. All she knew was that her leg was twisted and broken, she would probably go blind, and this cat would be taking her somewhere. Thoughts rushed around Holly's head, she thought of her mother being brutally killed, the fox red rouge who grabbed her leg with his evil claws and just kept twisting her leg until there was a snap. She remembered the evil smile of a marled tabby tom who slashed his claw right above her eye.
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Morningfeather was about to go outside for a little hunting, until she noticed Duskfeather carrying in a ... What is that thing? Is it a kit? Morningfeather shook her head and sprinted over to Duskfeather. "What happened? Where did you find this kit?" She asked and examined the kit. It's leg was broken and there was a horrible cut on its eye. Poor thing...
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"I was hunting when I came across her..." She gestured unnecessarily towards the kit, "She said she was attacked by rogues! Can you watch her as I go get a medicine cat?"
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"Yeah, sure." She meowed and grabbed the kit by the scruff and set her down. "Hello little one, what's your name? You will be better soon, don't worry." She meowed soothingly.
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Holly was feeling more awake now. She felt as she was passed to another cat. She heard the cat ask what her name was. "My name is Holly, where am I?" Holly questioned.
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"You're in Shadowclan's camp. Don't worry, we wont hurt you." She meowed.
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"What's going on?" The medicine cat limped across camp, frowning. He gasped as he recognized what the warrior was carrying. "A kit! Warrior, bring this kit to the medicine den," he ordered briskly.
ooc } exact problem with kit?
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OOC: She has a broken or just injured leg and one of her eyes are clawed out and stuff.
IC: "Yes, right away!" She meowed and carried the kit into the medicine den. Once she was inside, she set the kit down. "Do you think you can help?" She meowed.
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OOC:.: No her eye just has a scratch above it that is dripping blood and her back leg is all twisted and broken and she will have a limp forever, like Cinderpelt.
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IC:.: Holly groaned. "Wait, I am in the clans?!" Her mother had warned her to stay away from the clans.
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"Yes..." Duskfeather mewed, puzzled by the kit's reaction.
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OOC:.: Bye i have to get off
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IC:.: "What's wrong?" Holly asked, puzzled.
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"Oh, nothing..." Duskfeather looked away. She probably just imagined Holly's brief reluctance or disappointment. Turning to Hawkcry, she asked, "Will she recover?"
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OOC: Oh, I thought it was a scratch on the eye! My bad
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Hawkcry gave the warrior a droll look. "I'm a medicine cat," he clarified, snorting. He bent his head to sniff at the kit, and recoiled, slightly. "Her eye is fine - it's only a scratch above it. It will hurt but her vision will be fine. Her leg, though..." his voice trailed as he twitched his own scarred and twisted leg. "I will set it the best I can, but it will be a long recovery. She may not recover full use of it." He shook himself. "First thing's first. Warrior, clean the blood off of her as gently as you can. I will then apply herbs to it." He was already moving, clawing up some marigolds and chewing it into a paste. When that was done, he spit it out and gathered cobwebs. "Then we will deal with her leg."
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Duskfeather nodded, and began to lick at the fur around the hash, trying to clean it as best as she could.