BUT I COULD NEVER FIND A PEN // o, fallen into river + injury

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    I'D RIP MY WORLD DOWN



    Finally! Oh, yes yes! Finally. Her parents were no longer seen, not to be around, as the tiny kitten hoped. Now she could run off, do whatever she pleased. It was in the middle of the day. She had assumed her mother and father, dearest Mama and Papa, because they had scared her. Plus, it would be nice to get some water on her scratch. The one that Mama gave her, telling her that she sounded pathetic with that stutter before wrapping her in am embrace. But, now, oh now she could be free.



    The black smoke’s eyes dart around, focusing on the dens, checking to see if people are there. Once the coast is clear, she uses her small size to an advantage, sneaking out and about. She fumbles a bit, yes, but it appears no one notices. Either they do not care or they cannot see the kitten that would probably have a hard time wrestling a mouse. Her blue-silver eyes shine as she reaches the stream. Careful on the rocks, she steps, trying not to lose balance. She falls down onto the grassy area at the edge of the stream.



    She stands up, dusting herself off, and she looks at the cmap and smiles. She made it. Miraclekit, the tiniest kit, the kit who should not have survived, made her way out of camp. And before most kittens ever got to!



    She takes in all the sights. The plants, with their captivating smells. The way the colors seemed to go off, vivid before her eyes. She took it in all with the wonder a child should have. Before it was taken away by “loving” parents who hit her, yelled at her, made accusations towards her for their “picture perfect” family. No, she would be strong without them.



    Her blue eyes cast upon the crystal clear water of the river, and she moves towards it. Inching, carefully. Oh so carefully. She sees no stepping stones. How is she going to cross it? She pads around, looking around, the sound of waves rumbling in her ears.



    She makes a wrong step, just one wrong step, but that’s all it takes. She falls face-first in the water. Her vision becomes blurry, swarmed with the water above her. Her mouth was open, and the cold liquid rushes into her mouth. She tries to cough it up, but cannot. Fear rushes through her veins, consuming he. The black smoke appears still, terror too great. Somehow, the tide of the river pulled her up enough for her to cough and call out, "H-help me!" Her voice is shrill, a cry. She is simply taken down again.



    Miraclekit tries to grasp onto a rock, swarmed again by water, just to keep her head up. That is when she crashes into a rock, her front left leg suddenly cracking and popping. Letting out an anguished scream underwater, she tries to hold it as crimson stains the water. Pain sears through the leg, as if it was burning, and the river could not dare put it out. She feels the liquid escape her, which it wasn’t supposed to. She tries to turn, do something, anything, to not be helpless, to not be dead weight, but her eye gets cut on a rock. She hisses angrily. It blurs her vision out even more, though it won’t cause permanent blindness. Likely, no scar either. But her leg, on the other paw. That wasn’t so lucky.



    She couldn’t keep her head up and soon she’d give to the tide.



    beewing --   CHASER.   littlepond


    //please wait for one of these three to respond!!

    Injury list: Broken front left leg, eye cut

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    beekit watched the other sneak out. his skinny tail tip twitched slightly with curiosity, and despite the overwhelming fear the washed over the features of the tabby, he followed after miracle. his ears pushed forward slightly, as he slipped under a nearby bush, watching quietly, to make sure that maybe she didnt get herself in trouble. but, when the cat slipped into the water, his pelt fluffed up with fear. the same fear that told him to not leave the camp in the first place! he winced, as he tumbled out from the bush, frantically limping on the bank of the river. "miraclekit! just.. just wait a minute! I will help you! somehow..." he flinched at the doubt that dripped on his tongue, as he tried to remember what toadpaw had taught him about swimming to help his leg. it took just a moment, and an act on impulse for the tom kitten to jump in the rough river, his skinny body getting slammed against the waves and rocks, like a feather in the wind, but that didnt stop him from trying to keep his head up. his small paws frantically paddled against the water, as he tried to push his head above the waves, which managed to push him under a few times. ah, what in the world was he doing this for?


    //hh kinda rushed but he is trying I swear

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    Littlepond was in the center of camp, picking out fresh-kill to bring back to the her litter. She had already chosen a few other items, but she was having trouble with the last one. She was debating between a mouse and a fish, but she decided on the fish. Kits like fish, right? She mused internally, gently lifting the fish up into her jaws and bringing it back to the nursery. It took her a few trips to bring all the prey. When she entered the nursery and took a look around, she could see that something was wrong. Miraclekit was gone. The queen's heart dropped and she let out a distressed cry. She sniffed all around the nursery to see if her daughter was hiding somewhere, but she wasn't. "Have you seen Miraclekit?" Her voice was full of concern when she asked the other kits in the nursery. They all shook their heads.


    The kitten's shriek came as both a relief and a horror. It showed that the kit was alive, but also that she was in danger. Littlepond's head jerked upwards with her ears angled towards the distraught cry. She left the den, eyes wild with panic. That's when she saw the stream. There was blood in the water, and two tiny figures on the surface. Oh StarClan. The tabby bounded in the direction of the stream, leaping over the bushes that surrounded the camp and skidding down the hill. She didn't care about the pain that came from the rocks slicing her pawpads, the only thing that mattered was that her child was safe.


    When she reached the edge of the stream, she slid into the water. While the female lacked the webbed paws that made RiverClan such good swimmers, her fur was short and her muscles were lean. She paddled strongly through the current, grabbing one kit by the scruff and returning them to the safety of shore. It was Beekit. Turning around and swimming into the patch of bloody water, she managed to get hold of her daughter and carry her back to land, making sure that her head was above the water. Once she was sure there were no more children in the water, she dragged herself out of the cold stream. Her pelt was soaking wet and her pawpads were torn, but she didn't care. The mother laid down on her side and pulled the two kittens close, trying to warm them with her body heat.She knew how dangerous cold water was for kits.


    "What happened, little ones?" Littlepond asked, too concerned to be angry.



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    In her absolute terror, one thing stuck out to her. The yellow tabby fur, that shone in the sunlight. Even though he appeared a bit scared as well, as was not the best swimmer, she felt safe for just a moment, seeing his features. Look at him go, being brave for once! He usually made comments about how things were scary, terrifying even. It was a new sight, yes, seeing the blue-eyed child attempt to save her, pushing through doubts of his own. And then she saw him go under a few times. The black smoke should have known! Even though he was bigger, he still was no match for the waves. Fear once again raced through the kitten, and she tried to steer herself back towards the older kitten. No luck, absolutely no luck! "Agh! Be-Beekit! Y-you shouldn't h-have!" She called, stuttering partially due to habit.


    Suddenly, she sees another familiar sight. That gray-ish coat that belonged to her mother. Anxiety wells up in the kitten's chest, the pain all but gone. When she sees her mother take up Beekit, part of her wants to cry out, that she'll be washed out of the river. and she'll be gone, away from the Clan. Watching Beekit dropped off caused her to try to swim, despite a broken leg, and the pain searing through it. This was, of course, until she feels the heat of her mother's breath, her teeth gently picking her up and dragging her to shore. The child's pelt, soaking like her mother, drips water like Beekit's tongue drips lies. She coughs, before being set down and being curled around. F-fell in th-the r-river..." It was a short answer, but it gave her the answer.

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    Littlepond accepted that answer for now, deciding not to pry until later on when the dust had settled and the kids had been tended to. She took another look at Miraclekit's leg, and her brows furrowed with concern. She's losing blood fast, and we don't have a medicine cat. The best option for them right now was to get them back to camp and see if any cat knew a thing or two about healing. The queen had to take two trips to get both of the kits up the hill and safely into the camp. She took Miraclekit first and then ran back for Beekit. She curled around them once more when they were both away from the stream and back in their home. The worried mother then inspected both of the kits for injuries aside from Miraclekit's obviously broken leg. Beekit seemed to be mostly ok other than his malnourished state. When she looked at her daughter, however, she was horrified to see that there was a large cut over the child's eye.

    Littlepond couldn't wait any longer and she cried out for someone to come to their assistance,     "Does anybody know herbs? There are injured kits!" Her voice was desperate as she held both of the young cats close protectively.



    "

    tags ✦ ✧ ✦ Shrikecall had been on the way to the apprentices' den to speak to one of his older children when Littlepond's desperate yowl shattered the still air. The sound startled him, and for a minute, the dark furred warrior froze, head half twisted toward the clearing, one paw still raised.


    He latched onto the word 'kits,' and it was enough to rejuvenate him. He turned around fluidly, although his mind was still half picturing falling claws and loud battle cries. His movements were slow, shaky: it was hard to walk when the mental images nearly had him rooted to the ground, but somehow he managed to crawl toward Littlepond and the drenched kits.


    Dimly, he was aware of a small bundle of yellow fur, but Beekit's presence paled in comparison to the sight of Miraclekit. Miraclekit, his Miraclekit, was lying on the ground, soggy and bleeding, face wracked with pain, and all in all looking so utterly pathetic that it barely seemed possible that she could recover. This wasn't the way the story was supposed to go, a small part of his mind raged. This wasn't supposed to happen to his family. (And what if he lost her? What if she was bleeding worse than he thought, and she died? What then?)


    "No," he mumbled, staring down, before he surged toward the children and wrapped himself around Miraclekit's other side, head bent against her. He rasped at her fur desperately, unsure if the movement would help or hinder, and whispered in a voice too quiet for even Beekit, lying besides his daughter, to hear, "What happened? What did you do? You have to be more careful, not so stupid."


    His fear was intensifying, until Shrikecall was sure that it would choke him, and he looked up into Littlepond's eyes, searching for reassurance in his mate's gaze that everything would be ok.

    I'D RIP MY WORLD DOWN


    As if he would warrant safety, bring her some form of safety, the wet kit tried to curl up next Beekit. His body was so much bigger than hers was, she hoped it would offer some sense of protection. "Ch-Chasing..paw. Him. Get him." The kit remarked. She'd only briefly seen the cat around, but she knew he loved herbs. That had to be of some help, right? The bleeding kitten shifts.


    Hearing large steps next, her blue and silver gaze went towards her father. Her father was here. Perhaps he would make things alright. Or perhaps he was mad at her. Like how'd he'd turned into soot and steam like he did when she woke him up a few mornings ago. Her eyes widened a bit, as if a storm was rushing into the seas. Her tail was still. And then he wrapped around her, as a father should. He gave her comforting licks, in an attempt to warm her up, and it appeared to help. She would not move away from a loving touch, and gently laid in her father's side, feeling warmth. At his quiet voice, her ears drooped. Yep nope, definitely would be in trouble now. She whispered just as quietly, "I-I-I wa-was out-outside camp. Fe-fell in r-river. Be-Beekit tried to s-save me, but Mama d-did."


    CHASINGCOMETS ! yo they're away from water now.

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    WHEN TOMORROW COMES — tempestpaw — riverclan — tags


    "Chasingpaw knows them well. I only know the basics, and for apprentices and up at that." Her blue eyes searched over Miraclekit and Beekit's forms with an unreadable expression as she approached. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't overly sympathetic either. Preferably, she would be able to leave and do something productive when Chasingpaw arrived. But until then, she would stay. Despite her lack of empathy for them falling in the river, she was glad to see them okay. A distant memory resurfaced, of when Pebs had found that kitten on the border just before Miraclekit's litter had been born. She stood to the side of the group so that Chasingpaw could barrel through when he arrived.


    "I'd recommend licking their fur the wrong way to warm them up." She meowed to Littlepond, sparing Shrikecall a glance as he bent down to murmur something to Miraclekit. Her eyes narrowed; she was missing something here, but she didn't know what.


    Littlepond felt a flutter of relief when her mate approached her. She could feel the fear radiating off him in waves when he curled around the kits' other side. She took a second to comfort him, leaning in and touching her nose to his. She looked deeply into his eyes, gaze full of determination and kindness. "I know you're afraid, darling. Things will turn out okay. Have faith in StarClan to protect these innocent children." She muttered, placing a reassuring lick on the tom's cheek before turning her attention back to the kits.


    "I told you to stay in the nursery while I was getting prey for you to eat! You need to stop sneaking out the second I look the other way." The queen didn't have the energy to be mad at her daughter, only scared for her safety. The anger would inevitably come later. She knew at some point, she would have to teach her daughter to behave. She had been being too soft on her.


    When Tempestpaw spoke, Littlepond nodded and followed instructions. She licked the kits' fur in the wrong direction in hopes of warming them up. Of course it would be a bit unpleasant for them, it was worth it for their wellbeing. When the apprentice approached and leaned down to Miraclekit, the tabby mother eyed her suspiciously and shifted her body up to form a barrier between her daughter and the other cat. While the action could have been an idle movement, it also could have been an attempt to separate them.


    Chase hadn't expected any of this to fall upon his shoulders so quickly, as he'd only gone out for a stroll to determine exactly what the weather foretold and if he'd be able to hunt a bit longer. Yet life was unpredictable, whereas you might get a fragment of one thing you like, the other could ultimately be lost to fate, sorta how he was hoping to enjoy his peaceful walk (and was) only to be met with the yelps and cries of a group of felines in need of assistance. He could smell water the closer he drew, but it looked as if it was coming for one individual in particular. He stepped forward, looking at the panic that flooded over everyone and sighed. "W-What is it? W-What's going o-on?" He then let his gaze float over to Littlepond who was... Licking a kitten... Backwards? 'Backwards... Backwards... Cold, wet,... Drowning? Water in lungs? Wait, kitten?' He looked again, wincing at the thought before nodding to himself as herbs and positions shifted in and out of his head. "H-Hold her u-upside down a-and make sure all the w-w-water is out of her l-lungs, I'll b-be back." The male spoke firmly, running off in the other direction.



    beekit was dragged from the water. he didnt want to be, but he was, which probably was for the best. he is a weak thing, and he couldn't even save his own friend. but, after the weird adrenalin kick wore off, the soaked kitten began to hyperventilate. what in the name of the moon and the sun did he think he was doing? a petrified look splashed against his face, as his body shook from the sudden coldness of the air contacting his soaken wet body, his skinny frame only making things worse. he could feel a tail trying to wrap it's way around him, causing him to flinch slightly at the unfamiliar touch. beekit didnt like that. he pushed himself up, clenching his teeth at the cuts along his legs and paws from the sharp rocks, stepping bits away from the small family. he didnt want to be the one kid without a family member right there, but the last thing he needed was to be scolded for sneaking out, trying to keep an eye on miraclekit out of pure curiosity.


    they had been away from the water now, and beekit turned to look at his own leg, which had been still healing. now, miraclekit had a broken one too, but miracle was just trying to have fun and she hurt herself. beekit broke his back leg from a mistake with an apprentice. something which really just ruined his entire "it's okay to play" vibe.

    "speech"

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    The feline watched as Miraclekit's parents murmured among themselves, but her attention turned towards Beekit when he extracted himself from the sodden pile. She offered him a nod of hello, turned blue eyes to Chasingpaw for a moment, and then looked back at the tabby kit.


    "Beekit, do you want me to lick your fur up to get you warm? Warriors do it too, if we fall in the river." The second part was a reassurance more than anything.


    "She's bleeding! Chasingpaw, get something to stop the bleeding!" Littlepond called out desperately as the apprentice bounded off to get herbs. It took her a second to process what he had said, but when she did, she followed the instructions. She gently grabbed a hold of Miraclekit's abdomen and tilted her head to make her upside down. There wasn't much water in the kitten's lungs, but the little bit that came out must've made a difference. Once she was confident that the trickle of water had ended, she placed her daughter back into the warmth of her parents' curled bodies. Littlepond was soaking wet as well, so she nudged the kit closer to Shrikecall.



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    Upon being scolded at her mother, her ears flattened. True, she needed to stop sneaking out so much. But, she had only done it to feel safe! Shew did not mean to do a crash landing swan dive in the river and slam against a rock to break her leg. And, Chasingpaw's idea of holding her upside down... that did not sound fun to her. "Wa-wait! Wh-What about Be-Beekit?" She asked. Partially it was to get the attention off of her, but also because h probably had water in his lungs too.


    Smiling as Tempest offered, she tried to get her odd eyes to focus on the apprentice-warrior and nodded thankfully. After all, he'd get messed up too if they only pandered to her! "Pl-please do so, Temi!" Well... it appeared the apprentice just got a new nickname from the black smoke. Even if she wasn't the most empathetic towards Miraclekit's crash in the river.


    Suddenly, or not-so-suddenly, just feeling sudden to the kitten, she was lifted up, and her abdomen was help. She felt unsafe in her own mother's grasp, though tried to not squirm too much. And then she managed to cough up, sputtering what little water was left, before being put back down and nudged to her father. "Agh... ow... I-I'm gonna have a s-sore th-throat now..." That was an attempt to make the situation lighter, she hoped. She planned.

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    tags ✦ ✧ ✦ Almost as soon as the words left his maw, Shrikecall could see Miraclekit clench into herself, and a wave of regret engulfed him. He didn't mean to upset, but couldn't she see how thoughtless she had been? Again bending down to murmur to his daughter, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Mira. I'm just worried. I love you." She was his little miracle, surviving when every odd had been against her. Hopefully, she'd pull through again now.


    He spared a brief glance for Tempestpaw and Chasingpaw as the apprentices offered advice. Lick the kits' fur backwards—that made sense, and he mirrored Littlepond's movements as she followed their instructions. The water that fell from Miraclekit's fragile body might have just been a trickle, but to him it seemed like the whole river, and he found that he couldn't breath until the flow had ended and the black and white smoke was nestled against him.


    "Maybe that will remind you to follow the rules," he murmured in response to Miraclekit's complaint, although it ought to have been clear to everyone that the sentence was due to his fretfulness. "I'll see about getting honey for your throat, little one." He would, even if he had to climb the tree by himself and deal with the bees, although the thought of all those buzzing little monsters was almost enough to make him break out in sweat.


    Beekit! That was right, the other child needed attention too, even if he wasn't Shrike's offspring. Although Tempestpaw had already offered to lick the tabby's fur, Shrikecall called, "Beekit, come here." Should the child listen, he would attempt to pick him up and turn him upside down, trying to spill the water from his lungs.