"Anything's fine," Autumnpaw tells her, not fully there. The image flashes through her mind again. It's all my fault, I should have known she was too close to the edge. It's all my fault. Once again tears begin to trickle down her face, leaving streaks in her fur.
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Whatever is fine with me, if you think it would be better to find someone else, then we can do that, if not, I don't mind playing Reedfang.
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Bubblepaw watched curious to see how she did. It wasn't everyday she saw a non-clan cat do warrior moves, or a hunters crouch.
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"It sounded big whatever it was," he told her, pricking his ears. He scanned the river looking for whatever, or whoever had made the sound, "Look, over there, there's something silver in the river," he looked hard at it, wondering what it was. "I think it's a cat." Carefully he gets up and slowly slips closer to the silver mass. " It's a she-cat," he calls back to Brambletail. -
Autumnpaw felt Midnightsky's warm fur against her's. She welcomed the warmth, all the warmth in her body had been sucked out by the chilling image of her sister's body. "Why did it have to happen like that? To her?" she looked at the she-cat sitting besider her, her eyes watery and sorrowful. She kept searching fo the answer to that question herself, but she had never found it. She looked into Midnightsky's eyes, "Why wasn't it me?"
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"All those times I teased her, and made fun of her for not being able to swim, I never thought that... that this would happen. That I wouldn't get to apologize for some of them, that... that I would never see her again.I thought that we would become warriors together, and that we would train our first apprentices together... but that's never going to happen now," Autumnpaw stammered, shaking. "She was the only family I had left," her voice cracks, and she bows her head.
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"Oh, EEK!I can't believe I did it!" she shreid in happiness. She oucldn't believe that she made it. "So I get to be a warrior?"
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"I think so, she isn't moving much," Reedfang tells her. He looks at the she-cat, her breathing is slow, her chest rising and falling faintly. Her silver-white fur is matted and messy. Whatever she was doing she didn't have time to clean herself. He sniffs her, she smells strange. He wrinkles his nose, "I wonder where she came from. I don't recognize anything in her scent." He looks at the she-cat once again. She lets out a faint moan. "What should we do?" he asks Brambletail.
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Why don't you go take a nap and I'll watch the kits," she suggests quietly, licking him.
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Silverfeather crouches low, waiting.
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"The warriors den I guess," she mews, begining to clean her fur, which is filled with dust, and leaves.
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"I have an idea, you go get your medicine cat, and as you bring them back just... make some loud noise, when you do that I'll make it look like I was hunting, and just found her. How does that sound?" he asks Brambletail. He hoped that this plan would work. He looked at the she-cat again. They had to do something to help her. -
"Hey Copperfoot, what are you doing?" Bubblesplash asked wondering what he was doing in the bushes.
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"What are you doing here?!" Silverfeather asked, her fur ruffled and her claws out. "This is ThunderClan territory."
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(could I be the med cat?)
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Quickly Reedfang went to his clan's side of the river. He positioned himself carefully in the reeds, keeping out of sight. He waited patiently for Brambletail's signal, which would send him rushing to the silvery white she-cats side.
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You want to? Or I can, or even someone else. It's whatever you want.
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I can do it.
___(whatever the med cats name is) follows Brambletail to the hurt she-cat.
Reedfang leaps out and acts like he just found the she-cat as they come towards the river.
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oh okay.
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Moonbeam begins to stirr, she opens her eyes, the world around her fuzzy. She can barely make out three shapes stading above her. "Am I in StarClan?" she asks, still not able to clearly make out the figures. All she can tell is that they are shaped like cats. Her head throbs, Maybe not in StarClan. Or can you still fell pain in StarClan.