AceWoofie
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Post by AceWoofie on May 3, 2014 8:14:28 GMT 1
It was a new day. Animals stirred and birds sang as the sun shone through what was left of the clouds. The violent rainstorm the day before seemed like a distant memory. The only reminder of it was the damp ground, and the droplets that fell from the leaves of the trees. However, not everything was good.
In the northern area of the tree clan territory, at the foot of the mountains, there was a young kit. This kit, only a couple moons old, sat alone at the base of a willow tree. He was still damp from the storm, and he shook from how cold his wet fur made him. He let out a little sneeze.
The kit did not know what to do. He could not see his mother, and he had no memory of where she had gone. This place was unfamiliar to him. He could not remember how he got here. He was hungry, but he could not do anything for it. He did not know how to hunt yet. He simply sat at the base of the tree. He looked around, and waited. It was all he could do...
The kit let out another sneeze. He felt weak. Something was wrong with him, he could feel it. He shook more from the water. He laid down now, because it felt like a good idea. He continued to look and listen. "Soon mother will come for me," he thought, "and she will make everything better..."
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Post by Svet on May 6, 2014 3:20:36 GMT 1
SILVERSTORM
Silverstorm, a faded tortoiseshell she-cat, made her way through the territory. She was hunting, yes it was alone, but that is how she normally hunts around here. The she-cat may be a bird hunter, but she loves to hunt on the ground. She was more built for ground hunting anyways. This is a small she-cat with perfect balance, and small paws. But she loved to be alone when she hunted, for she was silent on her paws for a reason. But besides what she was, this she-cat was taking advantage of the animals being out and about.
The she-cat already had a piece of fresh kill buried ten foxlengths away, and she was now out looking for another one. She had her eyes locked on a tubby mouse, and she was stalking it, when a tiny sneeze broke into the air. She looked around as the mouse ran off and sure enough, a few pawsteps away, she spotted a speckled kit laying down all alone. She took the long way around him before she started to smell the air. The only scent that did not belong was the kit's and that was not normal.
She then walked back to the kit and she walked in front of him before she started to creep forward. Already, she could smell that he was sick, and needed the help of the Medicine Cat. She knew that Cherryheart would be able to heal the little guy and she wanted that to happen, so then she walked up to him a bit more. "Hey little guy, where are your parents?" She mewed to him softly. She did not want to scare him, and she could see that he was shivering and hungry.
So then she quickly darted to where she had the first little mouse buried and she grabbed it for him. She then walked back to him and placed the mouse in front of her as she laid down and she motioned for him to move to her as much as he could. She wanted to see if he would be able to walk to the camp or if she was going to have to carry him. "This is for you little one. We need you to eat so we can get you to the camp and get better." She mewed to him then. She had never been a mother and she was not mated to anyone, but the natural motherly instincts have kicked in.
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Post by AceWoofie on May 6, 2014 4:58:01 GMT 1
The small spotted kit was close to sleeping. Nothing was happening, and he felt weaker and weaker. Then, he heard a sound. Now he was awake and aware, and his heart started beating faster. He wondered what the sound was, and he was a little nervous of what it could be. He put his ears and his head down trying to hide (But was not successful) as the sound became louder. The kit felt better when he saw it was a grown female cat who was making the noise. "This is it! Mother is here." This was his thinking as she approached him. He was not only relieved, but actually a little bit excited. He lifted his head and ears to see her. His shivering became minimal, for his mind was focused on something else.
Then something happened that was unexpected. The cat asked him about his parents. Why would his mother ask that? The kit realized that this was not his mother. It was a strange cat. Any excitement was gone, and he became nervous again. He was silent to her question. She darted quickly away, and this surprised him. The young kit was still trying to decide what to think about this cat. She came back holding a mouse, and placed it on the ground before laying down herself. He recognized it as food, but wondered if she had offered it for him. Looking at the mouse made the kit's stomach growl. She did not look like she was eating it, and she had motioned to for him.
The strange cat then told him that the mouse was for him. He still did not know what to think of her, but there was food there, and instinct told him to go eat. Standing up on all four legs, he started to walk slowly to the mouse. He was still cautious of the strange cat. His legs were small. His steps were clumsy, but he made it to the mouse. He pressed down with one of his paws, and took a bite out of it. He ate it quick, because of hunger. In only one minute, he finished eating. He looked at the big cat. "Thank you strange cat. Is mother at the camp? I do not know where she is."
He put emphasis on that part of the question because he did not know what "the camp" was, or even what a "camp" was. This kit knew only one thing now: This cat gave him food, and he could trust her. Perhaps she knew where his mother was...
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Post by Svet on May 13, 2014 20:44:34 GMT 1
SILVERSTORM
She noticed that when the kit saw her, the little form's shaking had stopped a little. Yes, he needs to be seen by Cherryheart quickly. She made that mental note then as she noticed that he looked disappointed then when she had asked him where his mother is. She watched as he started to look around her for his mother and she winced lightly. She did not know how it felt to not have a mother growing up, she was blessed with her mother during that time, and now she has found a kit who needs a mother, and there were no nursing queens in the camp.
She watched though as he made his way to the mouse, and he nearly gave himself a stomach with how quickly he had eaten it. She shook her head at his question then. "I am sorry little one, you are the only cat I have found whom is not apart of our clan." She stopped for a moment then and she looked at him once more. He probably does not know what I am talking about, clan or camp. I don't think he has seen a clan cat before in his life. Her thoughts seemed to trail right into his actions when she spoke about the camp and the mildly confused look on his tiny face.
"I have not seen your mother, but we shall look for her. For now though, I want to take you to TreeClan camp, to help you feel better. You are sickly, and you need to be helped." She stood then and she looked down at the small form then. "Are you able to walk, or would you like me to carry you?" She asked him kindly then. She did not want him to feel like she is trying to take over as his mother, but if the clan could not find his mother or father, then she would take him as her's, just so she could be sure that he was taken care of correctly.
She was not going to see a kit go without a family and possibly die in the lands of TreeClan.
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Post by AceWoofie on May 15, 2014 8:00:54 GMT 1
The little kit lowered his ears and looked down when the grown cat responded. "Oh..." He said softly. He was disappointed, thinking that even if this cat was not his mother, she could get them reunited somehow. He then let out another little sneeze. The adult noticed that he was sick, and gave attention to it. Illness was very new to him. The kit has never experienced "sick" before. He definitely did not like it. He got a chill and shivered for a quick moment, then stopped. He looked up to the cat, who had offered to take him to get better. He had no concepts of medicine or treatments. He wondered how anyone could make this bad feeling go away. They must know how. Grown cats seem to know everything, just like his mother did.
He wanted to go, but he also wanted to stay. Perhaps his mother would still come back. Perhaps his mother was close and looking for him. Although, he knew that he had to get well. His condition made him weak, and again, instinct told him that it was a good idea to be well, and this cat would make him well when he went with her. He decided to go. The cat offered to carry him, but he did not feel comfortable with that. Only his mother had ever carried him before.
"No, strange cat... I can walk all by myself." This kit truly was willing to walk, but he was not a good judge of distance at his age. Even a distance many thought was short was far for a kit this age. Also, he was not completely familiar with his own legs and paws yet. His walking was slow and clumsy. It would take him a long time travel what a grown cat could walk in only a few moments. He tried it anyway. He began walking in the direction the female appeared from. The kit turned to the grown female cat when he realized he did not know where he was going. "Where do we go, strange cat?"
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Post by Svet on May 17, 2014 22:41:34 GMT 1
SILVERSTORM
She could tell that the kit was not happy with being told that Silverstorm had not seen his mother. She held back a growl in irritation, but she watched the little kit sneeze then and she shook her head. He needs help and fast. Ill find him mom, I hope. She looked down at him then as he looked around confused a little and she purred lightly and comforting for him. She hoped that she would be able to get him help before this sickness was to take him. She wants to see the kit grow up, he was handsome just as this little ball of fluff, no matter how matted his fur might look.
She looked down at him when he declined her offer to carry him and she purred lightly as he stepped off toward the direction she came from. She took a few steps to catch up to him and she looked down at him. "Follow me little one." She stepped off then as a slow pace so he could keep up. I never caught his name. The thought popped to her mind then and she looked down at him one more as she walked.
"Do you have a name little one?" She asked him lightly. After a few moments she then said her own name. "Mine is Silverstorm." She did not think he was familiar with anything that has to do with naming and such for a clan but she would help him for as long as he will stay in TreeClan with her. She has already made up her mind to inform Stormstar that she will accept full responsibility for the kit.
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Post by AceWoofie on May 19, 2014 21:00:17 GMT 1
The kit continued after the cat at his quickest pace. He padded along clumsily, nearly tripping over roots, stones, and sticks as he did so. The grown cat moved slowly for him, which he appreciated. He liked this cat. She showed him much kindness. The kit was still sad that he did not have his mother, but he was happy to have someone to help him. She was going to make him well now, and after, she would help him find his mother. He was sure of this. She had his complete trust.
She revealed her name to him: Silverstorm. She was not "Strange cat" to him anymore. She had a name, and asked him if he had one. This made him wonder. He searched his limited memory, and realized that he did not remember ever getting a name. "I do not know... I, I do not have one, I think..." He was silent after he said this. He continued along behind Silverstorm, but sickness was taking its toll. He has become even weaker than he was before, and all of the walking he was doing was not helping this. The kit stopped and sat down. He was too tired to keep walking. He let out some soft coughs, then lowered his head and ears, and curled his tiny tail in front of him.
"Help..." He said before letting out some more coughs. The kits eyes were growing heavy as sickness-caused exhaustion was setting in. If he was not in trouble already, he was now. His condition was getting worse.
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Post by Svet on Jun 11, 2014 0:02:04 GMT 1
SILVERSTORM
She may have had her eyes forward, but she was still able to watch the kit as he stumbled over every little rock and twig. Her tail stayed close to him just in case he fell, she would not only feel it, but she would have a better chance of catching him. She made sure, no matter how fast she wanted to go, that she stayed at a pace that was comfortable for him. She did not want him to injure himself even more, but then, with the stuff in his path, that seemed impossible. She was not sure how close his mother was, or if she was even on her way over, but Silverstorm was going to make sure that this kit had a family and a home.
She listened to him as she spoke and she thought then. She looked at him quickly and noticed the speckles on his pelt and she purred lightly. "Well, until we find your mother, may I call you Specklekit?" She went with the traditional warrior naming, but she knew that it was going to stay anyways for she knew that finding his mother would take a long time, if she was ever found. She looked beside her as he started to slow down and she could tell that he was getting weaker.
She stopped right as he asked her for help and she ran over to him. "I have to pick you up and run back to the camp. It is not far now. It will hurt though." After she warned him, she picked him up gently with her teeth and she turned back to the camp. She started to run then, faster than she had ever ran before, and she was not a slow cat. It was not long before she was back in the camp and she ignored the other cats and she ran straight to the Medicine Cat Den.
She put the kit down on a nest and she looked at Cherryheart. "He needs help and fast. He has a fever and chills." She only knew this for she felt him shivering, and she could feel the fever when she carried him. She looked at the older she-cat who then got to work. She knew that Diseases were not the she-cats top specialty, but she also knew that she was a well trained Medicine Cat. She sat at the mouth of the den and she watched Cherryheart do her 'magic' to help the kit get better.
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Post by AceWoofie on Jun 11, 2014 15:46:08 GMT 1
"Specklekit". The name she gave him echoed in his little head. He was not sure if he liked it or not. It was a name given by a stranger. Not knowing how to respond, he simply did not. He was still silent as he padded along through the forest. He would soon have a bigger concern than this...
She ran over to him when he called for help, but all he saw was her shadow on the ground. The words she spoke were impossible to make out. They sounded only like mumbling to him. His vision and hearing were fading. He trembled as the she-cat picked him up by the back of the neck. Instinct made him go limp as she did this. It was a sensation that felt like flying.
As she dashed through the brush, everything went black for him. Now unconscious, he was in a dream state. He searched his mind. He tried to remember what happened before. He tried to remember why he was all alone. He tried to picture his mother. He wondered why she was not with him. He tried to think if his own name, or if he had one. He could not do any.
The kit, still unconscious, laid on the nest in the medicine cat's den. It was warmer here than it was outside, and he felt it. He was still shivering however, with the occasional cough or two. He instinctually curled up to help himself, but it was useless. He needed the medicine cat's help.
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Post by Abbydoodle on Jun 22, 2014 5:46:58 GMT 1
Cherryheart was just finishing cleaning and reorganizing her herb piles when she heard a distant disturbance in the camp. She hated leaving this progress without completely finishing as some old herbs would be left rotting, as well as her piles were still untidy, but it seemed urgent.
She sighed loudly, hanging her head with a loud sigh as she turned to exit her den. Her eyes lingered on the borage pile-just now restocked but still not as organized as she wished-for one moment longer before she turned her back. As it happens, medicine cats tend to be incredibly curious cats, likely a reason for their life path, and she just couldn’t let some loud noise, whether it just be a rowdy kit or a brawl with another clan, go unchecked.
Cherryheart was a tail-length from reaching the exit of her den when a cat-Silverstorm-dashed into her den, sending a few brambles flying. Immediately Cherryheart could smell the sickness in the air, and finally found the source in the tiny bundle of fur in the she-cat’s mouth. The scent was unrecognizable from the clans, barely smelling of any source Cherryheart knew.
“Who is this?” She asked, not waiting for an answer as she rushed into work. Even from a distance she could tell the kit was feverish, weakening by the second. She could just feel herself asking repeatedly, ‘What in Starclan happened to this kit?’
Cherryheart raced back into her den, cycling through what herbs she would need. She grabbed a few marigold flowers immediately for the kit to eat for the obvious chills that raked down his back, rushing to give it to him. She then reentered the herb storage to grab everything she could think of-coltsfoot for his cough, fever and daisy poultices, juniper berries, poppy seeds, and at the last second, extra coltsfoot leaves -and carried it all in a bundle back to the kit.
She placed the kit in a temporary bed in her den, newly mad earlier that day, and assessed more of his injuries. She placed her paws on his stomach, to feel for rigidness, and began her arduous process of determining the fate of yet another cat.
“It’s okay now, we’ve got you. You will be safe now, no matter what, and I’m going to make you feel all better.” Even Cherryheart didn’t know if she believed her voice.
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Post by Svet on Jun 22, 2014 20:31:22 GMT 1
SILVERSTORM
She looked at Cherryheart when she dashed into her storage area. She took a few moments to catch her breath before she answered the other she-cats question. "I found him outside the wild mountains. He said that he didn't have a name or so he thinks, so I am calling him Specklekit for now." She watched as she had him eat some herb and then she ran back to get more. This was why she was not the medicine cat, she would have forgotten what she would have needed to save the poor kit. She waited until the she-cat was back and she started to finish her statement.
"There was no scent of his parents or anything, and he has high hopes of them coming to find them." She sighed though and she shook her head. "I don't know if they will be able to find him." She knew that Cherryheart would know why, not many cats outside of TreeClan knew the territory that well. She watched as the kit was moved to one of the beds in the den and she sat down, her tail then curled around her paws.
She was worried, and she could tell that Cherryheart was as well, especially with the tone in her voice when she told the kit that everything will be okay. Silverstorm hoped so, for she was actually starting to like the kit.
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Post by AceWoofie on Jun 23, 2014 17:29:20 GMT 1
In the moments that came, the kit drifted in and out of consciousness. He was hesitant to trust this new big cat, but she was trusted by Silverstorm, and she did nothing but help since she found him. Also, he had no strength to resist. He did his best to do what she wanted, eat what she wanted, and let her do what she wanted, when he had the strength...
She checked for injury, but she would find nothing too bad. He had some bruises, bumps, and scrapes from some ordeal in the past, but nothing that would not heal in a few days. On the outside, the kit was almost completely fine. The inside was a different story.
The kit took what seemed like endless different plants and herbs. At first, it seemed to do nothing. After some time, he felt the effect. He was feeling better. It was slow, but it was happening. The medicine cat's skill and knowledge of medicines had perhaps just saved the kit.
The kit was feeling better by the minute, but he was exhausted from what had happened. He fell into deep sleep. A peaceful expression was on his face as he curled up on the bed, feeling the warmth. From his tiny head left all memory of life before. His past was nothing but a blur.
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Post by Abbydoodle on Jun 25, 2014 3:53:32 GMT 1
The elderly she-cat blinked once at Silverstorm, inwardly cringing while sustaining a stoic face. If the kit was separated from its mother, it will likely never see her again. She is likely either dead, dying, or she abandoned her kit. Even if she is alive and they were just separated, if the kit somehow managed to get all the way from the wild lands to the clans, then in all likely hood its mother will never be found.
Obviously, she couldn’t say that to a frightened, sick kit. So she opted for the easier route, giving Silverstorm a look meaning they could talk later about his parents. “Specklekit seems to fit well for now. We can worry about his mother after we get him better, okay?” She asked, aiming her question at Specklekit. He seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness-a side effect of the poppy seeds-but he would likely still understand what she said.
As she spoke, Cherryheart diligently checked the kit for any outward injuries. He only had a few obvious bumps and scrapes, and his paw pads were a bit worn, but he seemed relatively fine. She applied a few chewed extra coltsfoot leaves to his pads, hoping his slumber would be long enough for it to take effect before it rubbed off on the ground. None of his scrapes were deep enough to even need cobwebs or anything really to treat them. Most seemed old. The fever and daisy poultices would help his cold and any stiff or aching joints he may have. Most of the rest of the herbs were just a precaution and to help him feel better after a long journey.
The medicine cat let out one loud sigh and pushed away any of the exasperation she felt. It would be optimal for her to speak with the kit so that she could know what exactly was wrong or felt bad. She knew from feeling him that he had a fever, and it wasn’t from infection on any cuts because none of them were inflamed. But she was clueless to know if he had a stomach ache, achy joints, a cough, or anything else because she couldn’t ask him. She was just working off of guesses really. Knowledge of where fevers came from for kits, and what long journeys and time away from a mother could cause. Not to mention he must be starving, but Cherryheart had no idea when the last time he ate was. She had to hold back these feelings and be calm for the kit’s-and perhaps Silverstorm’s-sake.
After a time, Cherryheart was finally able to sit back. She had given him everything she could at the moment, and his fever seemed to be going down. Once he slept he should a great deal better, but she would need to keep him in her den for a while in all likely hood .
“We should probable alert the leader. He’s probably going to sleep until sun rise tomorrow at the least, although he may drift in and out. I’m not sure how long it’s been since he slept or ate, so I only gave him very little to help with sleeping.” She said quietly, letting herself finally catch her breath. This kit was in for a long ride.
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