MASS TRAINING THREAD! - Open to all!

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It was too late. His small mouth had already taken the berry in and his sharp teeth had broken the skin allowing its juices to trickle down his mouth and into his body. Then the shock came. The young tom-kit felt his whole body shaking as foam bubbled from his mouth. He couldnt breath! His throat felt like it was closing in on itself and Savingkit heard strange noises come from him as he tried to breath. What was going on?!

His legs crumbled under him till a small seizure like appearance began to shudder across his body. Over and over again. Terror and pain was bright in his eyes, but slowly it seemed like they began to glaze over some as each second passed.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 225px; height: 360px; ][font=trebuchet ms]do you hear the people sing ? [font=arial]This couldn't possibly be a trick, right? For if it was ... it was an immensely cruel one. Sucking in her breath, Inkpaw was almost instantly up on her paws. '[color=#7244b8]Now here,' she thought rather wryly, '[color=#7244b8]is when these kits with awesome knowledge of herbs come in handy.' Looking up at the small crowd of young cats in the den, desperation flooded her blue eyes as they reflected the worry that was filling her. Eyes darting from medicine cat to medicine cat, she yowled loudly "[color=#124f8c]Does anybody here know what will help him?

" Wondering if she should try to encourage him to throw it up or something, she rushed over to Savekit's side. He better stay safe.[/fancypost]

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[ muse ] 1/10
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[ credit ] lyrics © les miserables ; table © starmz}[/fancypost]

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Yellowbrickkit stumbled back in panick, watching in horror
"He ate it !" she cried out and looked around frantically, her imaginary Ozian friends no where in sight.
What was it her father said could stop it? Was there something to stop it?

"He ate, he ate..." Egretkit mewed with a worrisome gasp, trying to think of the name of that berry. "He ate deathberries! Deathberries!"

Russletkit ran into the medicine cat storage where they have kept the herbs. What was it! yerrow! Yes, that is it. He graped a leaf and brought it over. "Someone! Make him eat this!" He yelled.

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Another spasm wrecked threw his body and the wail he tried to emit kept getting caught in his throat. He couldnt breath! Or if he could it was barely enough. His claws were unsheathed, clawing at the air as if fighting the invisible foe that was threatening to take him to Starclan as such an early age. His jaws parted, opening and closing yet nothing was happening. As another spasm passed, it was weaker. He couldnt keep this up for long...

Russletkit ran over and gave him the leaf. "Eat this!" He told the cat. "It will make you thow up but you will be better!"

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 380px; opacity: 0.87] [font=georgia]One more day before the storm At the barricades of the freedom When our ranks begin to form Will you take your place with me? [font=arial][/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 225px; height: 360px; ][color=black][font=trebuchet ms]do you hear the people sing ? [font=arial][color=#d7cce8]Her instincts kicked in, even as a dark cloud of gloom sunk over her. It was her fault, that she hadn't learned about herbs earlier. Why hadn't she insisted somebody teach her? Why didn't she get a mentor that was knowledgeable about these kind of things? Even simply knowing the herbs would be helpful right now - in fact, it could be a lifesaver. Instead, she was stuck rushing around, speed on overdrive, though futile. Attempting valiantly to push through the kits and peer over at the herbs, she suddenly became tentative as she reached them. Should she grab up pawfuls of them? But wouldn't that make the medicine cats mad at her? Feeling absolutely awful, Inkpaw froze, not sure what to do any more. '[color=#7244b8]He won't die that soon, right?

' Then she heard that another kit had found the solution. Swivelling around, she exhaled a long, drawn-out sigh of relief. Then anger at herself, for not doing anything about it. Oh, the mood swings mature apprentices faced...[/fancypost]

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[ muse ] 1/10
[ word-count ] 169
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[ credit ] lyrics © les miserables ; table © starmz}[/fancypost]

Yellowbrickkit watched Russletkit with whide eyes
She wasint sure they should be taking those herbs, especially if they weren't sure of the purpose
And try and hand it to the kit crippling over in the corner. Could it make it worse?
What if the herb was not the right one after all ?

Trixiekit gasped out of horror, as the kit fell to the ground. "Please! Eat the yarrow, if you don't you can die! Please!" The multi-colored kit pleaded. She didn't want to see a poor kit die, what horrors that would be. It would bring back memories of her siblings dying of starvation and fox attacks right in front of her snout. "Please . . ." Her hazel eyes were screwed shut, trying not to cry at thoughts of her dead family.

Russletkit looked around. "Does anyone have any sitting nittles?" He asked. Than shook his head. "No, I think he will be ok after he eats what I am giving him." I hope He thought to himself he thought he was doing it right but he was not sure.

Nearly fainting from shock, Claykit rushed over to Savingkit, her multi-coloured aqua and orange gaze wide as she looked to the Medicine Cats for support. What induced vomiting!? Think, think think THINK!! Oy vey. Tempestpaw whispered the answer in her head, and she screamed, 'THAT'S NOT YARROW! YARROW ARE LITTLE WHITE FLOWERS!' She had no idea what to say, so she patted the back of his neck as if to help him cough up the yew - or death - berries. She couldn't BELIEVE something like this would happen! Frantically she gazed around, looking for something that matched Tempestpaw's description. Little white flowers, little white flowers .. was this making him happy? That she was helping? No, no!! Someone was freaking dieing here!! THAT IDIOT WAS GIVING THE KIT SOMETHING THAT WASN'T F-CKING YARROW, PROBABLY POISON! Oh Stars, FREAKING OUT.

Where were the medicine cats? They were running around like frantic ducks !
"Wh-- What do they look like, Claykit ?!" the ginger she-kit whimpered, fur puffed out in fear
She quickly looked to the pile, "Look though the pile! It has to be in there !"
She felt pretty dumb now, but it was clear she was panicking.

[font=georgia]'You aren't GIVING him yarrow! Yarrow is little white flowers!! I -- FOUND IT!!' She yowled, aiming to strongly shove aside Russletkit as he set it down in front of him. If he didn't eat it she would shove it down his throat! She would, she would, and she WOULD!

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ic; The spasms were getting weaker and his eyes were beginning to roll back into his head. Every muscle seemed to be twitching on the small tom-kit and he could feel the pricking sensation that he would soon be unconscious.

Russletkit hissed madily. "You better eat this yerrow if you know what is go for you!" He said trying to frouch down the yerrow.

"Can we stop arguing and help him out ?! --
he might not be able to open his mouth !"
Yellowbrickkit remarked as she scrambled over, watching with whide eyes
She'd help out quick, but it seemed Claykit had it all in her paws all situated.

[justify]What the f*ck! A supid kit had eaten a deathberry and it seemed like he was dying. The apprentice could only stand and bristle in horror as one of the kits fed him a leaf. Padding quickly around the kits, he forced the kit's mouth open. "Just put it in his mouth! I can get the yarrow down his throat!" Damned kits, they were nothing but trouble.[/justify]