Windrush
"Get off me, you fox-heart!" letting his claws slip under Snowdrop's upper legs, he rolled over, knocking the ivory warrior off and slightly crushing one of her hind paws with his weight.
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Rushkit
"No problem, Goldenkit." he purred as they padded in the nursery.
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Fawnfeather
As the three cats stepped into the nursery, Fawnfeather narrowed her eyes at Rushkit. "You're wounded! What happened? Did you leave camp last night?" She looked at Goldenkit. "What happened to him?"
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Rush
"It was just a thorn in my nest. I got rid of it." He gave a nervous glance to his sister. "I checked Goldenkit's and your nest as well, they were clear. The apprentices must've trashed the moss." He purred.
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Snowdrop
*Yowls in pain* "My paw!" she scraches Windrush on the cheek. Blood sweeled on the wound and it ran down his face like a river. She kicked his belly sending him flying off her and into a tree. She got up and whipped around to face the warrior. Anger burning in her eyes. The anger subsided and she looked down at the siver tabby. "Oh starclan what have I done?" She ran over to him and helped him up.
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Windrush
"What have you done?" he growled, stumbling onto his paws. "You just started a fight with the RiverClan deputy, that's what!" the silver and gray tabby pushed her away. "We came to hunt, not for your apprentice training." he snarled, picking up the deal squirrel. "If we go back with only this thing, the Clan will be hungry until sunhigh unless they eat that crow-fodder pile."
Fawnfeather
"Are you sure?" her voice was much easier now. "Where did you put the thorn? Did you throw it away?"
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Snowdrop
"Fine let's hunt then."
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Rushkit
The small tabby sighed. "Yes, I did. I threw it out of the camp, and no, I didn't leave. I just threw it."
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*Snowdrop and Windrush come back from hunting. Windrush was limping and moaning in pain. They where both bloody."
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Cat's name: Missingfoot
Appearance: Bluegray pelt with emerald green eye. Right front paw is missing.
Personality: Kind but can have a short temper
Gender: female
History (Optional): When she was a kit, she ventured out and got caught by a fox. The fox took her right front paw clean off.
Clan: Riveclan
Position: Med cat -
Cat's name: Marblestar
Appearance: Off white colour with amber eyes.
Personality: Kind but strickt.
Gender: Tom
History (Optional):
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 29 moons
Position: Leader
Lives left: 7 -
Cat's name: Bramblewing
Appearance: Dark brown, with even darker brown tabby spots and stripes. Amber eyes.
Personality: Horrid grammar, kind but arrogant, dislikes late apprentices and loves kits... As long as they don't bite.
Gender: Would be female, but lack of males means it'll be a tom.
History (Optional): Might fill in later or include in stories.
Clan: RiverClan.
Position/Rank: Elder. -
OOC: Both accepted!
IC:
Stormsong
"Oh, Snowdrop...."
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Missingfoot
looks over to the retuning cats and gaspes. "Oh starclan what happened to you?" "Come into my den at once!" she addd flanking Windrush.
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Windrush
"I'm fine, I don't need anything, I swear." The deputy grumbled.
Fawnfeather
Picking up Rushkit, she carried him to the medicine den. There, she found her mate and Snowdrop. "Windrush! What happened? Are you ok?" The stressed queen placed her kit down and licked her mates wound.
Windrush
"Stop it!" He hissed at Fawnfeather, batting her head away. "Treat the kit." he meowed to Missingfoot.
Before the kit walked in, he whispered loud enough for the other cats to hear: "I know what happened in your sleep before. You won't be able to hide it forever!"Bramblewing
The elder yowled across camp. "Where are them apprentices? They is supposed to b'pullin' these ticks off of me pelt by now." He tried to yank one off of his neck. "And I'll be needin' new moss right here. This one's is bein' all dry."
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Missingfoot
"I'll be the judge of if you need help or not. If you don't come in yourself I'll drag you in by your scruff." The bluegray Med cat said look at Windrush the Snowdrop in turn.
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OOC: In Sign of the Moon (I think), bottom of page 75, there's a cat called Rushtail XD
IC:
Rushies
"Missingfoot, please say I don't need treatment. I'm fine, I promise!" The kit gave the RiverClan medicine cat a sympathetic look.
Stormsong
"Snowdrop, when should I show myself to little Goldenkit?" the StarClan cat repeated. "You're wounds aren't too severe, by the way, just don't put too much pressure on them. Don't sprint for a while and no hunting patrols until you're better again." For once, her memory of being a medicine cat repeated in her mind. And then came the badger. Swarming into the Clan camp at moonhigh and raiding the dens. The shrieks of the apprentices and queens and kits. The blood stained on the floor, fresh herbs scented all over the den. Spiritrise screeching in her nest next to Stormsong. Then was the pain in her neck and her sides. The last thing she saw was Spiritrise looking into her eyes, a scar on her cheek, and the badger throwing her away. Then it was black. She shook away the thought. I'm here now, lucky it's not the other den. She shuddered. The den at her old Clan was repaired, but she couldn't throw away the memory.
"I think I should show her now."Duskfang
The dark-hearted she-cat paced back and forth. Tree-eye scampered up to her.
"It's a good choice in my opinion. Not even an apprentice yet - too oblivious to even notice anything."
"I, for once in a leader's lifetime, am agreeing with you. Kits are kits. All of them are the same."
Duskfang glared at the warrior. "Why didn't you pick the other one? Its bigger."
"Size never matters. Its strength that means more." His green eyes shone in the dim light.
The black cat snorted. "True."
"I was by the border again. StarClan cats speak too loud. They were talking about the other kit."
"Hmm?" Now this caught her attention. "They said..?"
"Something about a prophecy. A warning."
Duskfang shot a snarl at the ivory warrior. "Who knows that we are training the small one?"
"StarClan cats. And the kit's father."
Duskfang yowled with rage and slapped Tree-eye for the fourth time that day. "How did you let this happen?"
"StarClan showed him. It's protecting their family. Especially the yellow kit." -
OOC: Lol, coincidental much?
IC:
Windrush
"Fine, if I must." He padded into the medicine den with a sour look on his face.
Fawnfeather
"Go and play with the elders, Goldenkit." Turning to Missingfoot, she asked, "Will Rushkit need herbs? He says he doesn't feel pain and isn't limping. I cleaned the wound twice." She peeked inside the den, trying to get a look at her mate. Her eyes watered. "He's never done that before... Please keep him safe."
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Bramblewing
"I said, is dere gonna be a 'paw comin' to get rid of me ticks? They are really startin' to bug me now." He chuckled at his own joke. Bug. Hah! "If not, can one of dem kits come over here? They're almost 'prentices, may as well start teachin' 'em. Never too early, eh?" He yowled once more across the camp.
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Snowdrop
Padds over to Fwnfeather and rus her tail along the pritty she-cats flank trying to comfort her. Her eyes where soft. She gave a short nod to Missingfoot and walked into the Med den.
Goldenkit
"Missingfoot, do you want me to tend to Bramblewings' ticks?" Asked the golden she-kit.
Missingfoot
"Yes thank you, that would be lovely." The Blue-gary med cat ran into the den and brought out some mouse bile. "Now Glodenkit, I must give you strickt instructions. Don't get this in your mouth. It tastes discusting. After, find a puddle and wash your paws in there. Ok?"
Goldenkit
"No problem." She ran over to where Bramblewing was lying in his nest.
Missingfoot
"Fawnfeather, I will look at his wound. He many have to have some cobwebs on it just to be sure. If I put the cobwebs on the wound, he must take it easy. Ok?"