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Post by seren on Dec 1, 2008 22:58:35 GMT -5
Let's skip a moon or so, shall we?
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Post by dragon on Dec 2, 2008 21:37:34 GMT -5
Oui, I agree, lets.
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Post by seren on Dec 2, 2008 23:46:34 GMT -5
bic: Two moons to go, if all was well. Fayreign hoped the kits weren't born prematurely; foreshadowing thoughts, perhaps? Shaking her head, the calico she-cat's mother had begun to regain her schizophrenic tendencies. She couldn't help but think that it was because of Pyroflame's absence lately (*cough*Tiger*cough*) He had been around the camp, but he had rarely spoken to the battered old silver she. Love's a fickle thing, she mused in her mind.
It was a lovely day--not a cloud in sight. Cloud... Instantly, the image of her mud-brown father made its way into her senses--her real father. Pyroflame was an excellent father (well, aside from the recent absences), but, now that she took a moment to reflect, she realized that she hadn't really needed him much for guidance and whatnot. Was he useless? StarClan no! Pyroflame had cared for her growing up and continued to be in her life, just not as much. It was more than she could say for Billowcloud. Why had he stopped trying after the first time? If he really wanted to see his daughter, he wouldn't have allowed to give in to rejection. It was time she paid him a visit.
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Post by dragon on Dec 4, 2008 22:28:55 GMT -5
DriftMoon noticed that her old friends odd behaviors were slowly comming back. She didn't know how to help her, which frustrated DriftMoon even more than anything else. Why was SliverMoon cursed beyond repair? Wy was she bound to such merciless torture?
DriftMoon wondered what was going on in her mind, and wondered if she knew, if she could help SliverMoon. If nothing else when the time came, DriftMoon would deffinatly provide a place to sleep and eat.
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Post by seren on Dec 4, 2008 23:51:58 GMT -5
Painful cramps took over her abdomen, and she groaned. She wondered how much worse the actual birth would be. Shuddering, she focused her attentions on Driftmoon. "Oi!" she called, rushing over to the intuitive medicine cat.
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Post by dragon on Dec 6, 2008 1:23:17 GMT -5
DriftMoon's eyes flicked to the cat in need. "Oh my, is it time?" She wondered aloud. It seemed as if time had flown right from under her own nose, as if she could see time, taste time, or smell time. It must have been close to time, certianly so.
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Post by seren on Dec 6, 2008 1:57:39 GMT -5
Gritting her teeth, she resisted the urge to lash out at her friend. Hormones! They did this to her! "No! Do you...have something...for...the pain?" She was gasping for breath, eyes heavily dilated. StarClan Above! It was already unbearable, and it wasn't even time yet.
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Post by dragon on Dec 9, 2008 20:04:17 GMT -5
DriftMoon hadn't the slightest idea what to give the withering cat. She was obviously in pain, but the only pain-killer that was in stock currently was Poppyseed. But that wasn't safe to give to queens. Was that only nursing queens? Her head span with the capeabilites.
"I-I'm not sure." She studdered. She cast a wild glance over her shoulder to fin that Softenedpaw was right there. Just like a good apprentice should be.
"Is she having cramps?" He asked quietly. The tom had had a lot of free time on his hands, and found when certian wound-soothing herbs were placed into the same poultice, they produced a heat that would soothe aching mucles when rubbed lightly onto the fur.
"Yes, she is." DriftMoon replied as quickly as he was done speaking. Could he not see the mucel spasums?
With a flick of his fail, the white smudges apprentice took off for the medicene den, to return with with a mouthfull of herbs. He dropped some at DriftMoon's feet and through a full mouth he muttered, "Chew those please."
Seeing him as her equal, Driftmoon had no problem taking orders from her apprentice. She chewed the herbs into a sour tasting paste. Meanwhile, Softenedpaw was at Fayriegns side, "Please, I need you to sit still." He said gruffly, trying to apply the heated chewed plants.
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Post by seren on Dec 9, 2008 23:38:41 GMT -5
Howling, she was doubled over in agony. It felt as if her sides were about to burst. Struggling to regain composure, she sat upright in one solid motion. As the apprentice applied, it began to sting. She gritted her teeth and took every ounce of it, nonetheless.
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Post by dragon on Dec 10, 2008 22:20:55 GMT -5
"It should warm quickly, but might not work right away. Sometimes you have to force yourself to relax. Just let it hit you." It was basically the directions on a bottle of ASPRIN or any other pain-killer. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.
DriftMoon, meanwhile, applied the same mixture to the other side of Fayriegn. Was she going to have an early birth? Oh dear Starclan, they weren't ready for that at all! But she was glad that Softenedpaw had been able to take the riegns in the situation. It was a good sign; leadership wasn't the role of a Medicene Cat, but sometimes is called for, especially in situations like this. Maybe he would be ready when her time came. She could tell it was comming.
ooc: I want Winter is going to take Legendclan, so I'm going to start a string that is Legend/Loner's Trade here in the Legend area, is that okay? Just after this next incident Driftmoon will find the end of her string.
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Post by seren on Dec 12, 2008 0:16:43 GMT -5
ooc: Perfectly fine, as far as I can see. I don't foresee any problems with it. I will get back to the actual rp here tomorrow when I've got time. Just had to briefly respond.
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