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[color=black][font=georgia][size=17pt]♥[/size][size=22pt]Periwinkle[/size][size=17pt]♥[/size]
Snowclan Medicine Cat || Female || Telepathy/Sibling Bond || Apprentice: None
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Periwinkle was doing nothing but her ordinary every day routine. Herb hunting. That was until she came across the bloody mess and small kits who were obviously newly born. "Oh Starclan!" She squeaked, her feet frozen to the spot. Breathe.. Breathe. Taking a deep breath the scent of Fadingstar suddenly wafted over her. Shock pulsed through her body. Oh no. Not her. Without another thought the medicine cat rushed into action, quickly licking each and every kit till their fur was fluffed up and she had stimulated each and every one of their breathing patterns. "How do I get them all back to camp." She whispered.
Picking each kit up one at a time she lied them on her fluffy tail to keep them out of the snow.
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"Peri?" Came the voice of her father. The tom suddenly went rigid when the scent of Fadingstar filled the air, and then the kits. Instantly he was pretty sure of what had happened. "Lets get them back to camp..." he whispered, fury igniting in his voice. "Then we must tell Grayscale."
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MAGICALLY BACK AT CAMP
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Periwinkle circled the kits, sniffing at them and nuzzling each one softly making sure each one continued to mewl and stay warm. The medicine cat was wrapped around them, her fluffy fur keeping them warm. "They will need milk... I can feed them." She whispered, a pained look on her face. Would she be able to support them?..