Chandelierkit, deputies daughter, looking for friends

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    Peregrinekit began to have the same dream again. The dream that had made him wake up and scream bloody murder everytime. The deaf white runt writhed in his unconsciousness. It was a nightmare to the runt, eventhough he lived in a busy world that was silent to him, which was enough of a night mare. The nightmare was his future, or more presicly, two futures.
    Peregrinekit saw himself as an adult, he was the size of a apprentice. The tom saw himself giving herbs to a wounded warrior, something he had always dreamed of doing. His ears pricked forward uselessly, his flicking tail up with joy, the kit's pelt prickling with excitment. What he saw next scarred him for eternity. The deaf runt was sitting atop a throne of corpses, including the dead bodies of several respected cats in the clan. That can't be me! I can barely unsleath my claws or even run! Peregrinekit thought as his tail went between his legs. His future self had one difference: Three legs. His future self turned and stared at Peregrinekit with cold blooded blue eyes. "You're next," Peregrinekit's future self leaped at him.


    The white runt's eyes opened. "Stupid dream." he mumbled. He heaved himself up and looked at his dismantled leg.

    Oncey wrote:

    Catmint..it'd help too, but marigold is already taking effect, it'd render useless to use catmint when marigold is doing it's job, Capricornpaw thought silently. He looked at Milkkit, shaking his head, "He's talking, but he's not 'with us', he's unconscious, who knows where he is? He's only sleep talking.."

    Milkkit flattened her dappled ears. "Oh, I see," She sighed, thinking how hard it must be to be a medicine cat apprentice.

    Peregrinekit looked at Milkkit, her eye exactly. "What happened to your eye?" he asked. Before she could answer, he looked back at his demolished leg.

    "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Capricornpaw hissed as Peregrinekit stood, "Lay down, your leg is in critical condition I don't want you accidentally making it worse," he moved a paw in a down motion to try and signal for the kit to lay down.

    "You don't understand. I want this off, you have no idea what it's like to have useless weight on you, to never run! You think I'm insane don't you? And I don't see why I can't make it worse, I can't use it anyway,"the small kitten hissed.

    "If you move around too much the marigold won't be able to do it's job properly, which means if your leg gets infected, you become sick. I'm only amputating it with Cloverleaf here, until then you'll have to sit here and wait," Capricornpaw said as calmly as he could muster, his tail flicking irritably.

    Peregrinekit narrowed his eyes then stopped, having that strange feeling of violence again. Maybe it's because of heritage.

    Peregrienkit looked at his mangled leg. "Amputating is when you take it apart."


    OC: Stopping until sorrel gets back!