>> What Would You Do, If You Found Me << {{Kit on Shadowclan Territory}}

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    Snow. Falling snow. White flakes drifted down in the middle of Shadowclan territory. The bitterly cold wind blew on this cold, cloudy evening. It was only an hour after sun-set, and yet the temperature had dropped at least 10 degrees below zero, enough for water to freeze. Enough for a kit to die. Blood pooled around a lifeless shape, the sent of death surrounding the area. And yet- there was life, one small beating heart, struggling to keep warm on the frozen ground.


    Huddled against her mother lay a silver kit, drenched in her mother's blood. The small creature shivered uncontrollably, as the snow fell on top of her starting to cover her. She was hungry, and small, only a few weeks old- but she looked new born, her kit fluffy fur clinging to her shaking body. She let out a wail, and then another, trying to get her mother to respond. She wailed again, just because she was so cold, and soon she wouldn't have the energy to do so. She snuggled against her mother, ignoring the sticky crimson liquid that pooled around them both. She let out another, even weaker wail, her voice rising up in the forest's silence.

    Hollyash had been hunting solo, trying to get away from the bustle of camp,Cohen the tempature had dropped. About to race back to camp, but she scented blood, kit blood. And yet there was still a faintly beating heart, and weak wails. She raced towards the kit and soon found it. She began to rub its fur the wrong way while she carried it in her jaws to a hollow in a tree, where there wasn't as much snow. "Are you ok?" Then she saw the kit was half dead, how could it answer her?

    The small kit shivered, and felt herself being carried away. She could do nothing, but try to make it easier for the cat to carry her. Heat flowed back into her, but it was only so much. Then the cold wind was gone, and her shivering slowed somewhat. Unable to comprehend what was happening, she let out a few tiny mewls, her body still shaking from the cold. She could tell that there was a heat source, somewhere nearby, and she crawled toward it, searching out warmth that had left her for so long. The small kit let out another, louder mewl her voice becoming stronger now that the bitter wind was no longer ripping through her fur.

    Spottedfeather paced outside the nursery. Today was the day her sister Graytail was kitting. She was very worried. Thier own mother had died kitting.

    OOC// HEY DARK AS NIGHT!!!! ;)


    IC// Graytail groaned. "Where in the foxing forest is the Med Cat!" The black Queen swished her gray tail back and forth in the nest; blue eyes narrowed toward the enterance as she waited for help.

    The small kit gave another, louder, mewl. Her voice was becoming stronger, and she was now able to hear, not having snow in her ears any longer. The tips of her fur was still frozen, and her nose, ears, and tail felt as if they would all fall off, but at least the wind wasn't blowing through her fur right? Well the small she-kit didn't realize how fortunate she was, and she began to mewl nonstop, voicing her coldness and her grumbling tummy to the best of her ability. Her silver tabby fur was rugged and crusted with blood and ice, her vibrant green eyes were dull and squinted, and you could see each and every one of her little kit ribs beneath her kit soft fur, which clung to her as if she had fallen into a puddle. She shook so hard that her frame nearly rattled, and her pink mouth opened and closed letting out high pitched cries as she stood shivering in the hollowed out tree, with a strange cat, in the middle of a snow fall.

    Spottedfeather jumped at the sound of her sisters distressed call. Graytails mate had gone hunting while she was left to guard her sister. The white with brown and black flecked she-cat sliped into the nursery. "Grapes?!" Spottedfeather called out her sisters kit nickname.

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    Another mew pierced the night, slightly muffled by the snow, and by the hollowed out tree that the little kit was housed in. Suddenly feeling returned to the kit, and she sat on the floor with a dulled thud. Her mewling intensified, not getting louder, but becoming more frequent and more like words. After a few moments a cat could somewhat distinguish what the kit was saying- It sounded like she was mewing over and over, "Paaaiinnn. Paaaiiinn. Paaaaiiiinnnn!!"

    Stormcloud heard a small mews coming from the snow. He followed the sound of tiny wails until he came across a tiny she-kit he dug it out from the snow. Its wails strangly sounding like the word pain. He picked it up from the scruff and ran back towards the Shadowclan camp.

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    OOC: lol! It happens to everyone sometimes! ;)


    IC: The little she-kit let out another squeak as she was picked up once again. She let out another mewl as the bitter wind began to nip again at her fur. "Paiin..." She cried ever so softly, her silver frame beginning to shake once again. She closed her eyes, and curled her body, her tail wrapped under her belly to trying to keep herself warm, but it didn't work very well. She let out one last squeak as she rocked back and forth, being carried in the usual fashion, her body swinging as she was taken somewhere she had never been before. Even through the cold, and even though it hurt to take every breath, she could smell cats, lots and lots of cats. The smell frightened the little kit, causing her to start mewling once again, "Pain, Paiin, Paaaiiinnn..." She cried quietly.

    Graytail grabbed a near by stick and bit down so had on it so hard, it split in half. Then she noticed her sister, Spottedfeather, walk in. "GET ME ANOTHER STICK!!!" yowled the Queen.

    Spottedfeather jumped at the sound of her sisters yowl. She quickly went to go get a stick, when Stormcloud came into camp carrying a small kit. Stormcloud glanced at Spottedfeather and through a mouth full of kit said," Why aren't you guarding the nursery?!" "Because your maniac of a mate wanted to bite a stick!" But, before Spottedfeather could even say a word Stormcloud slipped into the nursery with the tiny kit.


    OOC:// HEY RAINSPIRIT1! I just saw your hello. -.- I feel dumb now.

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    The little kit heard yelling and didn't like it, her voice got louder and more determined. She started to cry loudly, her voice no longer sounding like pain, just loud mewling. She was determined to make the yowling stop, or maybe the hunger in her tummy had become to much for the little kit to handle- either way, her voice was now as loud as she could get it to go, her eyes closed with exhaustion, and soon the little kit would be unable to mewl any more.


    OOC: lol! thats a little of a late hello, don't you think?? ;) :P

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    OOC// Aw. Dont feel dumb. :(


    IC// Graytail growled when she saw a cat enter; only to stop as soon as she noticed it was Stormcloud with a small bundle in his jaws.

    The kit realized that the yelling had stopped, and so she stopped mewling, to some extent. She started up on her strange mew, that sounded like "Paiinn" in a now low and quiet tone. Her eyes were still closed and her tail drooped, her silver fur shone dully in the darkness of the nursery. She let out a few more quiet mewls, and then fell silent, and limp in Stormcloud's jaws.

    Stormcloud felt the body go limp he was worried now. He placed it next to his mate hoping that it would help somehow.


    OOC:// lol. Um SOMEONES GOT TO PLAY DA MEDICINE CAT!

    OOC// Um... We are not aloud to do that, so... Time skip?


    Graytail grabbed the kit and placed it closer to her chest so it would not get in the way of the birth. She did not have to ask any questions. She already knew. Hoping to keep the kit warm; the black Queen started to groom the tiny bundle of fur. "Poor thing. What a mess." said Graytail between licks.

    The small kit started to shake, which was better than not moving. She shivered so much her whole frame seemed to be quivering. Soon the shivering stopped, and the small kit let out a few little mewls, her voice cracking every once and a while from the cold that had entered her lungs. Then after a little while longer she began to purr, but it was quiet and broken as if the cold had damaged her voice.


    OOC: Ya... maybe someone should get the medicine cat..? Or should we just do without one? O.o

    OOC: I'm off to get the med cat! ^.^


    IC: The little kit gave a few coughes, her voice sounding rusty and raw. She started to shiver again, not from cold but from hunger and exsaustion. Her silver fur was begining to poof back out, now that she wasn't in the wet snow any longer. She began to lick her nose her pink tounge swiping out and hitting her nose over and over again.