Lost, Sick, Abandoned Kits Need A Mother (Please don't Ignore) (Open)

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    Thorn watched in agony as his sister mewled in her struggled sleep. Rose coughed a little and then returned to mewling. "Help! Somebody help my sister!" Thorn called out in a raspy voice.

    A young apprentice shook his fiery pelt, his white paws silently crept through the leaves, giving him his name, Whisperpaw. His ears pricked as he heard frantic mewing. He raced through the forest, his grey-amber eyes scanned his surroundings. Only to find Thorn and Rose, beaten and torn, "A-are you guys ok?" the young apprentice asked gingery, partly out of breath from the run.

    Thorn looked up at the other young tom."My sister, she's sick. I don't know what to do,"answered the black cat in a strained voice, his white tail tip stilled.

    Whisperpaw padded up to the two, "Hmm..." he started to wonder why these poor kits were on Thunderclan territory. Who could've left them here? It must've been a filthy rouge, "What happened? How is she sick? I might be able to help." he mewed sitting behind Rose's flank.

    Thorn watched his sister's snow white chest rise and fall erratically as he explained: "Our mother went out on a hunting trip but she never came back. That as two day ago. My sister has been sick for a while. She has been coughing a lot and I think she has a fever. Once I gave her a vole but it just made her nauseus." Thorn's green eyes were filled with sorrow as he said this.

    "She might have green cough." Whisperpaw said, shaking his head wordily. "Hold on." he mewed before silently dashing off through the woods, he ran until he came upon Thunderclan's place for cat-mint. He smiled and grabbed a mouthful. His mouth watered and it begged him to eat it. But he refused and made his way back. He put a leaf up to Rose's lips, "Eat this," he said softly.

    Rose looked up at Whisperpaw and then at Thorn. Thorn nodded, as if saying, "It's okay. Trust him." Rose then took the leaf into her mouth, chewed or a second, and then swallowed. Her throat burned and it felt as if the leaf was a sharp rock.

    "It might hurt a little, but it will help millions." he mewed reassuringly as if he'd been through this situation many a times. He shuffled his white paws.

    Rose nodded and took another leaf into her mouth. She swallowed and let out a weak cough. "Where are you from?" asked Thorn. He was also curious as to where he learned how to treat the illness.

    "Thunderclan," he mewed looking to Thorn, "I've lived here all my life and have never seen abandoned kits before." he shook his head in disbelief. "I'm Whisperpaw, by the way. What's your names?" he asked twitching his tail worriedly.

    "I'm Thorn and my sister is Rose," answered Thorn. He looked a little confused though. "What is Thunderclan?" he asked, tail twitching in curiousity.

    "It's a clan full of cats that are very close and loyal. We help each other and live together like a big family. We help fight against other clans to protect ours." he mewed, nodding.

    "A big family? Are they all nice like you?" asked Thorn. Then needed a family to be a part of since their mother was gone.


    Rose heard this and her ears perked. She thought about what it would be like in a clan.

    He nodded, "And my older sister just had kits, they're so cute," he mewed with a smile.

    Rose smiled at Whisperpaw. Thorn shuffled his jet black paws. "Do you think they would accept us? We really need a home," asked Thorn nervously.

    Whisperpaw looked taken aback, "Of course! You're abandoned! How old are you guys anyways? I'm just about 6 1/2 moons." he smiled shaking his fiery fur.

    Thorn smiled, overjoyed at his enthusiasm. "We're 4 moons." Rose answered for both of them in a quiet voice.

    He nodded, "Let's go then," he mewed before gently picking up Rose by her scruff.

    Rose tucked her paws up into her chest so as to not drag on the ground. Thorn followed Whisperpaw, ready to help him with his sister if needed. The twins were so grateful to the small tom and thought about how the home of Thunderclan would look like.