I did it, mama, I did it. [open, high positions maybe?]

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    [size=90pt]★[/size] [justify][size=10][font=georgia][color=black][sup]Paws treaded along the marshy ground, Ambrosia was certainly not used to this type of climate. The spotted kit panted, she had come far from where she started, and sensed that she was finally reaching her destination. Amber orbs peering around for any sign of animal life, the little cougar breathed, "I did it, Mama, I did it. I made it for us."




    With that, the exhausted kit called out a bit louder. "Hello?" She could have fallen own right there and gone to sleep, which Ambrosia probably would have if this wasn't her small life's goal.

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    Pyrekit padded up to the cougar cub bravely, unsheathing his tiny claws, "What are you doing here?" he growled, swiping his paws in front of him, "You're on ShadowClan territory!"
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    "Pyrekit!" Called a sharp voice, the owner of the high-pitched tone was none other than the earthy brown Weaselkit, his green eyes were narrowed at his peer. Weaselkit didn't know why he even bothered to call this small feline his denmate when he held no respect for others, let alone an exhausted cub in no condition to challenge. "Can't you see she is exhausted?" Weaselkit pointed out, walking past the kitten to approach the cub.

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    The grandson of Paragonstar rolled his eyes, "Gee, who knew I'd get my tongue bitten off just for asking what that cub was doing on our territory?" he replied scathingly.
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    (They must be brothers, because Weaselkit is also Paragonstar's grandson, can we pretend they know they're brothers?)


    The wind blew.

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    OOC: ;D Sure! I just adopted this off of Nuka so I have like no idea he had any siblings but that's fine :) They can totally be brothers


    IC: Pyrekit puffed up his fur to appear bigger... also to shield up against the cold wind.
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    Weaselkit wasn't in the mood for arguing, and he knew that there were more important things to tend to other than being triumphant over his brother. The brown tom kit approached the cub, placing a small earthy paw on her. "She's cold," Weaselkit meowed, frankly scared, death was an alien concept to him, a scary alien concept. "Lets bring her back to camp!" Weaselkit squealed with feirce determination. "Will you help me?" Weaselkit asked his brother with pan-wide eyes.

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    Pyrekit nodded determinedly, "Sure, I'll help you bring her back. I think we should carry her to Swanpaw or Jabberjaw. They'll Know what to do."
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    Jabberjaw? Swanpaw? "They're the medicine cats aye?" Weaselkit asked cautiously, they didn't want to be taking this cub in dire need of medical attention to cats with the wrong set of skills, a life was at stake so they couldn't afford mistakes. "Ok, why don't we both grab her scruff?" Weaselkit suggested carefully. He'd seen mothers do it, many cats had conveyed himself that way. And besides, both kittens didn't know where else to use as a hold without hurting her.

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    "Aye," Pyrekit replied, twitching his ear, "Sure, I'll grab the left side and you can grab the right." the dark, ginger tom scanned for a suitable place to hold the cub by her scruff without hurting her.
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    Weaselkit offered a small shoulder for the cub to lean of whilst he attempted to grab her scruff as his brother had instructed and drag her forwards, heading in the direction of the camp. The brown tom looked towards his brother with a smile, they were doing something out of mischeif for once.


    (Flood stop for Starry)

    [size=90pt]★[/size] [justify][size=10][font=georgia][color=black][sup]Haha thanks :3




    Though the cub usually would have thrown them an, 'I can do it!', she was nearly asleep on her paws. So she let them grab her scruff, but still weakly staggered onwards. Ambrosia didn't attempt to speak, she just kept going without letting them drag her entirely, too many thoughts running through her head. Swanpaw. ShadowClan. Cold. Medicine cat. Territory. Pyrekit. Jabberjaw.

    [size=9pt]"Aright, lets keep going!" Weaselkit encouraged as they reached the sight of the camp, he glanced over to check how everything was doing in the back seat. And the earthy brown tom was bestowed upon the she-cougar cub in the exact same position. Worry crept through him as he dragged her along, hoping she was at least alive.


    (No problem. Do you want me to make a thread in the leaders den or medicine cats den?)[/size]

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    OOC: I'll make it if you want ;) It's my turn Chicky XD


    IC: Aiding his blood related sibling, Pyrekit tried to lift her body up so that it wasn't dragging on the ground, but rather skimming. "We're almost there!" he informed the cougar kit through her scruff.
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    [size=90pt]★[/size] [justify][size=10][font=georgia][color=black][sup]kay.







    The cub excited at the news, picking up speed a bit. She looked at the two kits helping her, just now scanning them. Ambrosia began to get bored at this, so started to view her surroundings. Marshy.

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    OOC: :) No prob


    IC: Pyrekit led her to the entrance of the medicine cat den, "Stay here." he ordered as he stepped inside to find the medicine cat or apprentice.
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    [size=9pt]The small earthy brown tom let out an exhausted sigh, beginning to slow down as they neared they came. Luckily, before he could realize it, they had arrived at the entrance of the Medicine cat den, the pain of exhaustion must've passed whilst his busy mind was being occupied with random thoughts. Weaselkit watched Pyrekit leave the cub's side, and suddenly he felt the weight transfer to him. Weaselkit groaned slightly.[/size]

    OOC: Mobile~ Ooh Character Bond time ;)


    IC: Pyrekit groaned slightly, suddenly feeling a heavy weight onto him. He didn't know that he was experiencing Weaselkit's pain, he looked around for the medicine cats nontheless.

    "What are you two doing?" Casinokit rolled his eyes as Pyrekit and Weaselkit struggled past. The son of Eightpaw was spoiled to high heaven, mostly by his mother Memorypaw. Of course his adoptive father Pridepaw helped, but really felt that his 'son' could be a bit of an *ss. "Trust you two to be helping rouges, life is too short to do anything else.