Posts by Pebbleglow

The tom prowls after his brother, gaze lighting up as the medicine cat seems to not be paying attention. He stalks closer, careful not to tread on anything loose. As soon as he’s close enough, he puts on an extra burst of speed, and leaps, aiming to come down on Buzzardpaw’s back.

I very vaguely remember Stonestar...

His wounds still sting a little. The other kits are busy playing, and he has no wish to join them, as he feels hot, hasn’t really been eating, and is shivering. His neck also hurts, but he doesn’t know why, and scratching at it only makes it hurt worse.

He crouches gaze on the ground.

They got him! He slumped to the ground, a gasp escaping his muzzle. Runningkit joins him, claiming how they got him. This would be the opportune time for him to claim that they were going to be great warriors, but he didn’t really want to be a warrior? He was interested in Buzzardpaw’s line of work!

{sorry Paris, but for angst reasons and all I’m going to have him go blind on that side XP}

Runningkit settles next to him, as the medicine cat calls for him to be carried to the nursery. I.. I can.. walk.. he mews, but with the rasping of his littermate’s tongue across his fur, and the amount of energy he expanded, he just doesn’t feel.. like.. walking.. his eyes close, and before he can do anything he’s asleep.

Since the attack he felt sick watching the other kits play fight, and whenever asked to join in he politely declined, scraping a few loose leaves that fell from the camp barriers together under paw.

Of course seeing him playing with leaves only made them make fun of him. {these are NPC kits so please don’t think I’m stealing your character}

“Gross! You want to be a medicine cat?”

“Their life is so boring!”

“You do know you can’t have kits right?”

His ears would pin backwards as he focused on them, before dropping his gaze to the floor.

At least he’d be better then Cloudcatcher... who seems to have vanished..

A paw would raise to drag over the raw claw marks down his eye. Since that attack everything seemed blurry on that side, before everything eventually would fade to nothing. Perhaps he should ask Buzzardpaw..

Haypaw arrives, but being on the side he currently has bandaged up, he nearly jumps out of his fur when he’s nudged and Hatpaw’s voice is asking him if he’s alright. Still shivering, he nods, sniffling slightly. Some more may be nice. He mews dryly.

{sorry just a track after his attack he definitely won’t be leaving camp alone}

{jaguar will probably be too kind and caring to scar him up too bad lmao}

Track

Injured kit track

Would anyone be willing to draw Jaguarkit? He has five scars across his right eye (making blind on the right side), a scar across his left shoulder, and then a giant X marked scar across his other shoulder, and a torn ear.

He’s a black kit with faded black spots (which appear if he’s in direct sunlight much like an actual panther) and he’s quite big for his age.

Again you’ll find him with a bunch of leaves that have fallen from the barrier. Snickers and snorts would be heard by the young tom as passing kits would play about with their stupid play fights. Though no one was paying attention to him, he could still pretend he had an audience.

Hooking a leaf in his claws, he held it up. This is.. a .. dock leaf! He mewed, and another slew of laughter would come as one of the bigger kits saunters over, scattering his leaves and dust . “Hey if you do make it to medicine cat, maybe they’ll name you One-Eye!” He guffawed, the other kits busting out in laughter.

Condorheart appears, and he has to swing his head around to bring his good eye to focus on her. The right eye was blurry still, not yet totally gone. Perhaps the kits were right.. they’d name him something so... cruel..

The other kits are silenced as she makes her appearance, appearing thoughtful, while a few are gazing at their paws in shame. The bigger kit however, isn’t so easily put off.

“At least i won’t be cramped in a den with a bunch of leaves I’m gonna have to memorize! Where’s the fun in that? I’m going to defend the clan, while he does nothing!” His claws tear and shred a few of Jaguarkit’s leaves in the process of speaking, and Jaguarkit gasps in surprise.

You just destroyed our only supply of Feverfew! What if you get- a cough interrupts him as he shivers. A fever??

“Your a medicine cat wannabe. You fix it.”

NPCkit snorts. “Then I’ll find someone else to heal me. Cmon let’s get out of here.” He mews, eyes narrowing at the two. As he turns to walk away, he kicks up dust and the shredded leaves towards Jaguarkit’s face.

The black tom coughs again, rearing his head back to get away from the dust and leaf shower.

You.. you will? She wasn’t going to criticize him for his choice of life?

She asks how he’s feeling. Weak. I haven’t really had an appetite. I’m cold, then I’m hot, and it’s at random. My neck hurts too.

I’ll try to.. He mews, coughing again. She summoned Buzzardpaw with a call over her shoulder. Perhaps Buzzardpaw will cure him, and then teach him to cure the rest of WindClan! He brightens up, but his teeth are chattering together as he shivers again as a cold flash sets in.

There’s a hesitant pawstep towards him, before it comes back. Perhaps she was just scared she’d contract the fever too? He swivels his head around to see her, as she also calls for his mother. He frowns. He icly hasn’t been seeing her around lately, perhaps she’s just in the nursery a lot? Or patrolling.. or fighting and getting hurt? He shudders at the thought. Do you think it’s contagious? What if his leaves were contaminated? Then anyone that touched them would get sick!

Oh. Maybe we should ask the other clans for prey? If Windclan’s prey was sick, wouldn’t that make BloodClan fall ill too? WindClan was giving them prey after all..

How about a thread with Jaguarkit

{ InnerGlow you play Runningkit right? I can’t tag that account for some reason? Also I hope I didn’t need to ask permission to make a private thread for them?}

Being taunted and made fun of was not fun. The young tom sneezed, scattering his “herbs” and earning another bunch of laughs from the NPC kits. An NPC warrior nearby scolds them, but otherwise does nothing else.

Abandoning his perch, he heads for the nursery to lie down and escape the heat. The right side is all blurry, and he doesn’t see the outstretched paw of the larger kit until he lands face first on the ground with a squeak of fright mingled with pain.

“Watch where you’re going One-Eye!” Comes the voice, and he flattens his ears to his skull.