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Hollytwig nodded as she soaked up Fallenstars advice, and she twitched her whiskers. "That would be a smart thing to do," she agreed with him about his apprentice. She stood from the spot she sat beside the tom, and looked at the leader. "What is your favorite piece of prey?" She inquired softly, before he gone off. It was the last piece of information she needed about taking care of his kits- for her own reasons.
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Hollytwig stay on the rock for an extra moment, letting out a peaceful sigh, and then locked her gaze onto the nursery. She slipped down from the rock, stumbling forwards, as she lost balance when she landed. She shook out her pelt, and frowned softly. Well, that was less than graceful! She thought, and shook her head. She moved to the fresh kill pile, and looked at the small assortments that she had to choose from. Without seeing a nightingale, she sighed, shaking her head again, grabbing the biggest mouse, and headed to the nursery with it. When she slipped in, her single eye focused on the form of two kits.
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Would you like me to create a new warrior for the clan? so I'd have a warrior and medicine cat? Also, Ripple, if you're going to want to have Hollytwig treat you, you'll have to have your cat find her, and then she'll heal Bluemoon.
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Hollytwig set down the mouse, and looked at them with her one green eye. She lowered herself down, so that she was still standing, but her stomach touched the floor under her- so that she seemed smaller than her already naturally small form. This was, she was eye-to-eye with the kits, and would seem less intimidating- except for the fact that the she-cat was missing an eye. "Don't worry, I will not hurt you. I'm a medicine cat, I am here to make sure you are both fine.. I also brought you something to eat, that your tiny teeth should be able to rip.." She said, and nuzzled the mouse towards them, and took a step closer, and then nuzzling it again, looking at them with her one eye. "May I approach you two..?" she asked in a soft, mother-like tone of voice.
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Alright, Wrapped. I'm designing another character for another thread, but when I'm done, I'll make a warrior for here, too.
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Hollytwig nosed the mouse closer to them. "I cross my heart, and hope StarClan strikes me, and kills me with lightning right now, if I've ever hurt even a butterfly before," she mewed, as if to tell them she wouldn't even hurt an insect. She twitched her long whiskers patiently. She wanted the two to trust her, so that she wouldn't have to work with them, without them trusting her. It would be so much easier for the half-blind medicine cat if they trusted her. It was natural.
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I still will, so I have a base of information to use for him/her. Thanks, though. c:
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Hollytwig smiled, but didn't move as Nightkit took over, and got him and his sister some food. The only moments was the rising and falling of her flank as she breathed softly, her one green eye moving to watch them, and the twitching of the very tip of her tail. "There you go," she said softly once Nightkit had gotten Moonkit and himself some of the mouse. She nosed the remains to them. "If you get hungry later, you can continue to eat this.. I'll be back in to check on you shortly, okay..?" She mewed softly. She dipped her head to them, before standing back up straight, and raised her tail high, as she turned, and headed towards the exit of the den.
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Hollytwig heard Fallenstar calling for her, but at the sound of the tiny kits small voice, she stopped, and turned to the kit, and nodded. "It's my job," she said softly. "I promised your father I'd look after you," she said, and dipped her head to them both, and moved from the den quickly to see what Fallenstar had to say. That was until she saw Bluemoon, and frowned, and her tail fail, and she rushed to her den, slipping in from behind Fallenstar. "I got it, I got it.." She said softly to him, and moved to her supply. She didn't know entirely what was wrong with Bluemoon, but she knew she'd have to find out. She set a leaf down, and quickly gathered poppyseeds, placing them on the leave. She also got a small white flower with a yellow inside, called chamomile. She used the leaf, wrapped the herbs up, and used the leaf to carry the seeds and while flower to Bluemoon.
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Rippled, if you could, tell me exactly what is wrong with Blue, and when she fell, what did she fall on?
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Jakil was a red patterned she-cat, with mix-matched colored eyes. She looked younger, probably about seven or eight moons old. She had just kinda wondered along, just long enough to catch Moon and the kits enter a den. She flicked her ears back, and watched for a moment, waiting for the exit of anyone, before she'd move on. The she-cat did not wish to be caught, in case the she-cat was the kits mother, and would attack her because Jakil might have just been a threat- and she might be.
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Appearance:

Name: Amelia Pond / Amy Pond
Gender: Female.
Personality (More than three sentences): Amy has a bit of a rebellious streak, one others often misinterpret. She is also very brave from past experiences. She is always willing to explore new possibilities, and looks at everything and everyone a little differently, and with an open mind.
History (More than three sentences): Amy's history is all sorts of mixed up, from the time she was a child. She keeps her past very secret, and doesn't remember most of it herself, only knowing a lot of things didn't make sense. The crack in her wall makes sure of that, as it fed voices to her every waking moment she was there. It's gone now..
Likes: The Doctor, TARDIS, traveling.
Dislikes: Dark, Dalek, Weeping Angels, forgetting things..
Strengths: Fast, smart, brave.
Weaknesses: Easily scared, love.
Picture of the Sonic (Only for the Doctors): --
Crush: None.
Other (Plot twists welcome): 11th. I think we should do something with one of the less popular enemies of the doctor.
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Moving towards where both Fallenstar and Bluemoon were, she noticed Bluemoon leaning her head, resting it on the tom, and Fallenstar was running his tail over her. She cleared her throat, and set down the herb bundle. "What happened to you, Bluemoon?" She asked. She needed to know what had happened, before she could work on the feline. She glanced to Fallenstar, and then back to Bluemoon, her green eye emotionless, as well as her face. She made very sure that she would not give off any emotions that would put Bluemoon into possible distress.
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Will she have a concussion from falling face-first? It would be natural for her to, but it's up to you.
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Jakil noticed as more felines joined the den, and she shivered. Feeling very unsafe and outnumbered, she decided it was time to get moving. She stepped out from the bush she hid in, her red pelt tugging on the twining branches of the bush, some of her fur pulling out into it. She hissed with pain silently, and flicked her ears back again, and went to move away quickly in the shadows.
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Hollytwig shot the leader a glance, and nodded, but with a flick of her tail tip, she warned him to let the she-cat answer for herself. "On a scale of really, really, really bag, and not at all, what is your pain rate..?" She inquired at last, trying her best to ignore the leader. She opened up her bundle of herbs, waiting for her answer so that she knew how many tiny black seeds to give her.
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Jakil kept walking. She decided that if she wanted amusement, she'd come back, possibly pick them off one-by-one while they are alone. She twitched her whiskers, her mix-matched eyes focused on nothing but whatever was ahead of her. Her bob-tail twitched repeatedly with irritation from the loss of a little fur from her body.
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I know, I edited my thing. I just forgot to put it there.
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Hollytwig let out a sigh of irritation, licked her paw pad, and put it down, gathering four tiny black seeds, stuck to the pad of her paw. She turned it over so they wouldn't fall, and held it in front of Bluemoon. "Eat these, but don't sleep." She told her. She didn't want to inform either of the two, Bluemoon, or their pacing leader, that if she slept before Hollytwig knew what was wrong with the injured warrior, she might die in her sleep. It would be a peaceful way to go, but Hollytwig would not let a cat die on her watch. She sniffed the white flower, and then nosed it to the warrior. "The seeds will help you with pain, and this flower will give you strength," she explained to the warrior.
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Hollytwig waited for a moment. "What hurts the most..?" She asked, hoping now that she could say at least a word, so that she would know what was wrong with the warrior. Otherwise, Hollytwig was completely useless from this point on.
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Do you want her to have a concussion?
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Before I continue, I'll need an answer if you want her to have a concussion or not.
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Hollytwig moved to her back leg, and sniffed at it, observing it, and her other one, the good one, so she would know the difference. "It looks like your back leg is broken," she muttered, more to herself, making a mental note. She continued on, and looked at her face. "Your face seems fine.." She looked into her eyes, and squinted. "I lied.." She muttered, and coughed. "I'm not sure, but with the way your.. eyes look, it seems you might have a concussion." She noted, and then went to her side, and began to lick at the bloody area, cleaning it up, to reveal the wound, that no longer seemed to bleed. "You'll need to stay in my den, and take.. Oh, I don't know.. at least half a moon off your warrior duties," she mewed to the warrior sadly.
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Alright, thanks.
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Hollytwig watched them, "I'll be in shortly to continue healing you up, but I must go search for a herb I need.. Hopefully I'll find some," she mewed, and flicked her tail to them.
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With my new character, Wrapped, I want them to be a rogue joining the clan.
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