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    NETTLEKIT

    the stinging silence

    The kitten stumbled through the bushes and the thick undergrowth, dark clouds blocking any light that might've reached his eyes. His messy fur blended with the thick woods, crimson drops shining through the tufts on his back. Tired amber eyes were pointed at an invisible line that he wanted to cross, unsure and unfocused. He padded over to the border, marked with a strong and sharp smell, and after stopping for a bit, he crossed. If this was where he should've gone for help, he would. Mom always said if anything happened to her, this was the place to go. The dominant smell made the kitten hesitant though, his steps slower and the air around him tainted with the faint scent of fear.
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    No sound came back as the pain in his spine called out inside his head, as if he was refusing to whine at his misery. His expression distant and neutral, he padded towards the giant cave. The smells grew stronger. Through the thick of the night, no sound was heard. Like a thief he padded towards a pile of dead animals, picking a mouse and swallowing it in a second, enjoying and living through every drop of juice and the soft crunching disturbing the pleasant silence. The agony grew stronger but he kept quiet and laid down on a small piece of bark, its soft shades enveloped in a blanket of darkness when even the stars weren't shining down at the child. He kept looking at the faint white light shining through the thick fog so far high above.
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    His mind travelled miles awhile he kept still. Soft, sheathed paws laying on the cold stone, he resisted to think about the blood, the cries. The pain stayed still too, refusing to leave the poor kit alone. He didn't know how the cats would react. His Mom always told him they were nice. She even said something about them being obligated to help a lonely kit. He didn't know if it was true. But if they didn't help him, maybe they would at least finish him off. He glanced back at the caves the cats seemed to be sleeping in, and finally passed out in the back of the camp, the cuts staining the fur an unpleasant brown with a heavy, metallic smell. He laid there until the horizon brightened as a sign of sun coming closer, and the four moons old injured kit kept laying as still and as quiet as he could, only twitching his whiskers from time to time.


    //I forgot how fun it is to write cats wow hihi

    Also a medicine cat might be needed so

    OWLGAZE.

    SPIDERVENOM

    Smolderingpaw

    10 Moons + TAGS


    He couldn't sleep, which was no surprise, so instead he made his way out of the caves only for a metallic scent to reach his nose through the bitter cold. The tom's heart lurched, was he still dreaming? His sight whipped towards his paws but they were clean and grey, upon the realization that he was in his own body he released a relieved breath before picking up a new worry. So who was bleeding? Smolderingpaw's eyes went wide and he pinned his ears against his head as he searched for the source. The cold bit at his nose and his short coat only provided so much warmth, soon enough though he spied a lump among the frost. The apprentice picked up his pace and hurried over to it, his eyes fell upon a bloodied kitten and he withdrew a sharp gasp. He leaned now to give him a gentle nudge with his nose, "Hey, are you still with me?" He spoke softly, concern lacing his words. The apprentice whipped his head towards camp before letting loose a yowl to alert someone else, "Someone help! A kit is hurt!" He didn't just want to leave the child alone so he stayed and hoped someone would come.



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    NETTLEKIT

    the stinging silence

    The kit blinked his eyes open, tiredly looking around as he felt a pain that felt like claws running on his back. He swallowed the shriek and his eyes landed on a young cat, calling for help. Still uneasy and unsure what was going to happen next, he slowly swished his tail and lifted his head up in response, ears fearfully flat. Again, he said nothing. Throat fixed as if it was only to be used for swallowing, amber orbs flickering with a fire, burning through his mind as the pain proceeded to take over him and he squinted in pain.

    ◆◇◆ She woke with the rising sun as she did every morning to slip out of camp before the rest of the warriors awoke to do some hunting. She rarely came back with anything these days, it was the dead of leafbare after all, and Owlgaze had prevented her from doing anything until the wound spanning from one shoulder to the other healed, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do that. It hurt, yes, but a scratch wasn’t going to keep her from providing for her Clan. She tried not to think how her actions might worry her brother, because then she would feel guilty and just might heed his word. The Clan’s survival couldn’t ride on that.


    This morning was not unlike any other. She woke early and left the warrior’s den, but a distinct smell hit her nose before she had the chance to slip away unnoticed. It was a cat, but it did not belong to DarkClan. Her fur prickled along her pelt. Who had gotten into their camp? Her nose led her to the freshkill pile, and anger boiled in her veins when she counted one less piece of prey than they’d had last night. Someone had eaten their food. She moved on, until her nose guided her to a pathetic scrap of fur curled up in their cave, half-dead. It wasn’t a dangerous intruder, just a kit, and one in immediate need of medical attention.


    “Owlgaze! Owlgaze come quick!” she yowled, prodding at the kitten with her paw. Was the thing even alive? Or had it died on them in the night?


    ( EDIT: Blah sorry! I was major ninja’d bc I’m a slow ass mobile poster! We can just assume Briar and Smolder found him at the same time xD )

    right about now he was regretting being so violent. so full of fighting. his body ached, scratches on his body still not completely healed but he had a duty and he could not just wait for his mentor and counterpart. so, he picked up a few cobwebs, ears twitching as he tried to remember what else. comfrey worked. and if owlgaze wanted something different he could grab it. spiderpaw also grabbed some honey. not that the kitten needed it, but it was just something to distract the kitten. as he made his way over, placing down the tiny honey comb, case the kitten wanted it. "hey, I'm spiderpaw. do you have a name?" he tried his best to distract the other from what he could only assume was horrible pain, attempting to press the cobwebs against the wounds.

           

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    NETTLEKIT

    the stinging silence

    The kit kept still as another young cat came with a few cobwebs and flowers. Visibly interested, he moved his head and sniffed the flowers before a terrible pain spread around his body. But despite not giving a single answer to Spiderpaw concerning his name, he wasn't at all clueless as to what he wanted to do with the cobwebs, so he kept still, quiet as always, and licked the honeycomb. His world melted as the sweetness mixed into the agony, canceling out some of the dreadful feeling. He looked up at the other and his ears turned up in curiosity. How did he know all of this? How did he know which flowers to use? The kitten quickly memorized the smells although he had no names to attach them to, and stayed put when his wounds reacted to the herbs applied. He kept licking until his tongue grew numb and he scanned the other cats. Were they calling for Spiderpaw specifically to heal him? He tried to keep his mind busy. He squinted his eyes at the rays of the rising sun, his brown fur sparkling as if dew has just settled.

    //i'm thinking maybe he gets to the medicine den and keeps playing with the nettle or something similar? this could be a thread (which would be really cool because he might develop an interest for herbs) or ooc, depending on how much time you have, scar :3 meanwhile i will start posting into regular threads

    the apprentice only tipped his head, ears flicking back. maybe his mentor would be a bit late, but that didn't mean he couldn't try and get the kitten into a warm and comfortable nest. "not much of a talker? that's okay. I used to be like that too. you mind if I pick you up? I just imagine you are pretty tired and my mentor probably would want you comfortable, too." he said, flicking his tail back.


    //rushed but yeah, totally <3 I would love a thread with the baby

           

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    //okay, I don't think there's much more to do with this thread other than that Spiderpaw takes Nettlekit into the medicine cat den and he just lets it happen so,, who would make it? could be like a few hours after