Foxkit stood frightened by
herself. Wh-what just. . .
Unable to even finish a thought,
the kitten collapsed onto
the wet, muddy ground. No,
it wasn't just soaked with
mud and water, but with her
blood.
The cinnamon British Shorthair
lay on the ground
shocked. "Kill me!"
she yelled up at the
gray, unforgiving sky.
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Rhy's expression hardened as she heard the child's cry. Kill me. Was it a request or a challenge? The frame of mind for either was, well...erronous...but one was worse than the other. The young spirit had been privy to thoughts about the end of her life, but it had never been because she wanted to escape her pain...or maybe it had been, however indirectly. Honestly, however, it was not that she had lost hope, but rather that she'd had hope that her death might lead to better things.
It had been an interesting life to lead. And now? Now she was stretching things into a very strange chapter of her life. The child was not in good shape. That much was obvious. Perhaps she was merely exhausted and exasperated. The calico she-cat padded silently over, her pawprints immaterial. She could not help the child at all since she had no tangible form with which to effect change. "Child? Might I inquire into the nature of your distress?" She mewed, glancing around to see if there was perhaps anyone with medical training about.
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This did not look very good and the smell of blood made her sick. Only getting reminded by the horrible death of Nebulaheart everytime she even saw or smelled blood. A bit dizzy she somehow manged to stay under control and not get panic and faint on the very place. Knowing this one needed help and that was fast. so she needed to try to not get disturbed by this blood. "I-i, um... " What was she supposed to do?. Gulping she took a step closer to the stranger and gently attempted to nudge his flank. "H-hold on, i w-will um..get help?.." Yeah!. that was an good idea to do to get an medicin cat. And like that the advisor turned around and rushed of to get help from someone that could handle this situation better then herself.
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Cloudpaw slowly walked over, his gait uneven from his leg as he watched Foxkit with cold, emotionless eyes. Rhy asked the question before he did, wanting to find out if the kit was insane to start with, or just hysterical. There were herbs to calm her down, but no herbs completely cured insanity.
Then, he noticed that blood was also stained on her fur. Limping over, he attempted to nudge the small kitten onto her side forcefully, looking for a wound. "Where did this blood come from?" Cloudpaw barked with a commanding voice, his eyes sharp.
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She glanced at Cloudpaw before asking, [b]"Do you need anything? From the medicine den? I.. I could go fetch it, if you want." "I can't bear to see a kit like this." She very nearly spoke her thoughts aloud, but chose not to for the sake of Foxkit. "I think she's wounded somewhere important, if she is indeed injured - that would explain the amount of blood."
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"Yeah. . . mind getting some cobwebs? I'm out of it; seems like everyone is almost bleeding to death lately," Cloudpaw responded, briefly glancing towards Thousandlies. He decided to act like a decent Clanmate for once, letting her go. He had noticed her backing away, which meant that she already didn't want to be here. Sending her away to do something useful, he was only giving her an excuse.
Cobwebs was a common medicinal object that everyone knew, and truthfully, Cloudpaw was out of cobwebs. He had forgotten to stock up on more.
The gallant Scot approached silently, his bittersweet frown dissolving into a concerned expression as the auburn trainee made his way over to the poor lad. He did not say a word for fear he would set something off, whether in be in the members or the kitten. Emerald gaze hesitantly drifting over the members, Nutcrackerpaw would stand a bit off to the side, his tail tip nervously twitching ever so slightly.
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"Yep." He snatched the cobwebs off her paw in a single, fluid motion. "You can leave now, thanks for the help. I think the four of us can handle a maybe insane kit," Cloudpaw responded with a hint of sarcasm. That ought to be enough to drive her away now.
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Foxkit looked up at her clanmates.
"I don't want help," she cried, Please,
kill me."
Where did the enemy go? she asked herself before
closing her eyes tightly and waiting for the others to
finish her.
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"Fine. We won't help you." Rhymepaw mewed, her eyes narrowing, her tail swishing slightly as the spirit bent nearer. Cloudpaw for all intents and purposes could walk right through her if he was wished, not being aware of her presence. "You want to die, and I'm certain no one here is inclined to let that happen." Unless there was a very good reason.
She attempted to send hopeful calming waves of emotion to the kitten. Perhaps that was cause her to become more sensible and not be so dead set on this whole dying thing. Rhy had to say, it had its advantages...but she had to admit there were some things that were less than spectacular.
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After thinking for a few minutes,
she realized she didn't have a good reason
for being killed. But she couldn't even win a small
fight! What help is that to her clan?