Posts by Jane Eyre

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[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid black; width: 350px; height: 330px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px transparent;]So, there he was. Curious little Pankit, diving into large piles of scarlet and deep brown leaves - the color assortments were endless. Watching the plants flutter up into the air, his green eyes were fixated on them as they began to pile on top of his pelt, creating a sepia mosiac of sorts. This entranced him, but of course, being dear little Pankit, he swiped them off again and began to tackle them as if they were small mice. The tiger cub was quite new to his feet, his speech developing but his actions....not so much, so he slightly stumbled and rolled over, face-planting and getting a mouthful of dirt.

Yeowch.

Spitting out the earthworms and dust, he shook his pelt, creating faces at himself. It was just an ordinay day for little Pancham. And like any other day, he hoped a good cat would stumble upon him and he could make friends.[/fancypost][align=center][color=transparent][url=http://xanje.com/index.php?action=profile;u=1695]beautiful template by telescopic on xanje

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[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid black; width: 350px; height: 330px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px transparent;]Stumbling up, the tiger cub's eyes were bright. "Can I try and hunt?" Pankit chimed. [/fancypost][align=center][color=transparent][url=http://xanje.com/index.php?action=profile;u=1695]beautiful template by telescopic on xanje

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[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid black; width: 350px; height: 330px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 0px transparent;]Curious little Pankit. That was the nickname all the older cats gave him; Always impulsive, sticking his nose into things he shouldn't. Sometimes it was being eager, or just blindly stupid, but every opportunity that opened up to discover something new would get the tiger cub bounding over to the site of discovery. That caused the small tiger cub to be here now - A cold, giving the sniffles to the black and orange felidae. Pancham thought it would be best to see a Medicine Cat - not just to get treated, but maybe they could teach him something! The tiger always wanted to learn about all the herbs....At the words 'catmint' or 'juniper', his little, beady green eyes would brighten, fireworks off in the distance. "Stacysong? Timepaw? Austin?" The tiger cub mewed, throat sore.[/fancypost][align=center][color=transparent][url=http://xanje.com/index.php?action=profile;u=1695]beautiful template by telescopic on xanje

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Shyly, the calico padded up, eyes a' glimmer with an unknown emotion. [b]"Hello there!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Padding up, Annie approached the Medicine Den with a visible limp. Her eyes were watery, face melted grostesquely into that of a painful expression. "B-Bombshell? Strawberrym-moon?" She sobbed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Nodding slowly, the calico padded over, still sobbing. "M-my l-leg.....i-it hurts....a lot..." The calico choked, body racked with sobs. Nobody could understand how much pain she was in - heck, Annie should've been crowned Leader of SunClan for even managing to get to the Medicine Den at her age. Lying down on the moss, she felt the slightest twinge of relief flow through her leg. Not enough to make a difference, though.

[b]"W-water would b-b-e nice."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Annie padded up, reluctantly stepping towards the scene. "I hope you all feel bad for making someone else feel bad." The calico huffed, flopping onto her rear as she sat. "Congratulations, Tauren!" The kitten chimed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Annie nodded slowly, taking a small lap of the water before swallowing slowly, the liquid sliding down as if like slime. "I-I was p-playing b-by on a h-hill....I d-d-didn't real-lize the....d-dirt, was damp, f-from r-rain l-last n-n-night, and I sl-lipped a-and r-rolled.....down t-the hill....I hit a t-tree t-trunk f-full speed o-on the w-way d-down, and n-now I d-don't like walking on t-that leg." She finished, the stutter making it somewhat a foreign language. God, how much she hated her stutter! It was almost chronic, how it came on whenever she was upset.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Out of nowhere, the little Calico pounced into vision, small, fluffy tail wiggling behind her. "I can show you how to fight!" She mrrowed, eyes bright. Of course, the kitten's idea of fighting was completely different to what fighting was - Annie had replaced the violence with a completely new idea in her head. She hated violence, so she had replaced her mindset of fighting entirely.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Annie nodded, sniffling slightly. [b]"I-It h-hurts a l-l-lot. T-Thank you m-misters."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]So, there she sat, tail wiggling back and forth, eyes bright. Her leg was still injured, which gave the small calico kitten an awkward limp, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as it did when she had first recieved the injury. Annie Creshelm's mind wasn't fixated on the pain, however; More or less on the fact that one of her idols, Strawberrymoon, had agreed to tutor her in the way of healing! The calico hadn't really given thought to the position, nevertheless did she want it, so in no way was this for ambition. Healing was helping, and the kitten liked helping!

"I'm here, miss Strawberrymoon!" Annie chirped.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Annie shook her head violently. "I-I don't k-know if it is or not!" The calico snapped.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Annie shook her head. "No, no. I was just wondering if you could teach me a herb or two!" Now that she thought about it, maybe she did want something. "And oh, before I leave, could I get a poppy seed or two? My broken leg is starting to act up." The calico whined.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Annie had merely congratulated Tauren to be a good sport. She hadn't really accepted the promotion - Heck, Radiopaw and Indiana had been the first to get to her and make her feel better! - But now that mister Permafrost had stepped in, the Calico paced backwards slightly. "Mr Permafrost is right." She muttered to the person beside her, inaudible to anyone else - Annie was unaware that it was the cream tabby known as Coldsweats she had muttered to.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]The kitten was still sobbing quietly. [b]"I t-think I b-b-broke m-my leg or s-s-something. I-it h-hurts. A l-l-lot."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Nodding, the calico kitten quickly swallowed down the herbs, lapping at the water afterwards. For some reason, the herb mixture caused her eyelids to become heavy after half a minute's wait.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]"Awwwwwright!" The kitten chirped. "A normal move is a swipe; It's where your claws are unsheathed and you lash out at your opponent, like this!" She said, flicking her wrist as she scratched an invisible target in front of her. It looked quite odd to see a kitten do it, but it was...training, nevertheless.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Annie nodded drearily. It didn't feel that bad, and there was no tingling.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]Annie padded up. "Excuse me miss Bombshell, but can kits have it too?" The calico asked.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px;][justify]"GABRIELLE!" The kitten yelled into the nursery room, 'eyebrows' slanted downwards as she huffed and angrily stomped the floor, "You promised we'd play six seconds ago! If we ever want to end up Leader and Deputy like we planned, you need to be much more punctual!" The calico scolded. From an adult's point of view, this would've been like a roleplay - fun and games, but really, Annie meant every word she said.

"I have the mossball ready and everything. My leg's getting better too, so maybe we can play some running games again soon!" Ever since the incident her leg had been horrible shattered, and with the stick bound to it she had very limited freedom until Bombshellblonde - her idol - had freed it and just told Annie to be careful.

[b]"You can eat later, fatty!"