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Post by Kala on Sept 27, 2008 1:42:02 GMT -5
“StormSight?” questioned FallenAngel, “Are you alright?” Both red eyes filled with worry as she watched her friend shake uncontrollably. “Yeah…I’m…I’m alright.” She muttered. Though it was clear she did not impress her friend one bit. “You stay here,” retorted the white she-cat. “I’m going to get DriftMoon.” The winged she-cat just watched as the warrior padded out of the nursery towards the medicine cat’s den ranting that she was about to give birth to her kids. Snorting, she shook her head before looking down at her swollen sides. “…maybe she is right.” She mewed out loud just as she shook again. It wasn’t that she was cold…truly she couldn’t tell anyone how or why she was doing what she was doing. It was not cold, in fact it was quite warm, but LegendClan was always like that and the fireflies were out. She longed to see them light up the lands as if it were day, but FallenAngel had casted a spell that kept her from walking out of the nursery. “Over protective nut.” She mumbled.
“DriftMoon?” called FallenAngel slowing her pace as she came to the mouth of the den. “DriftMoon?!” Worry was now filling her voice, but maybe she was over reacting to this all.
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Post by seren on Sept 27, 2008 20:02:35 GMT -5
Ears twitching irritably as the fireflies fluttered by, Slivermoon pushed ahead through the brambles towards her Clan territory, her home. That comfortable sanctum, the humble abodes, and the shelter/predictability of Clanlife led her to feel eternal gratitude towards StarClan. Despite the minor inconveniences of her life--there was Fayreign again; the two of them weren't talking again--she had been getting along pretty well nonetheless.
At the sound of Fallenangel's voice filling the clearing, the silver-eyed she-cat's paws buzzed in anticipation. Perhaps something worthwhile had cast over them, some grand adventure or scheme. "What is it, Fallenangel?" she serenely inquired; it was so unlike her to be this at ease.
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Post by dragon on Sept 28, 2008 12:46:04 GMT -5
DriftMoon heard FallenAngel's voice and came running. It was unlike anyone to call her name so suddenly sounding so worried. In her rush she almost passed FallenAngel. "FallenAngel? What is it? What's going on?" The questions fell from her mouth as quickly as water slips through rocks.
Although FallenAngel had called for DriftMoon, when a mentor is called upon, it would be natural for their apprentice to follow. SoftenedPaw stakled after DriftMoon with little intrest. If DriftMoon would need him, then so be it. This doesn't mean he would have to interested in the buzz of petty clan-life.
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Post by Kala on Oct 13, 2008 14:55:13 GMT -5
FallenAngel looked from SliverMoon to DriftMoon in a panic like matter. "I think StormSight is having her kits. She keeps saying it's cold and then she will say everything is numb. I studied her closly and she sides are jerking though her breathing is fine. I don't know much about kits, but it doesn't appear to be whitecough or greencough." Taking a deep breath, the albino warrior gave a heavy sigh not relaizing she didn't bother to take a breath during her explainion. |
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Post by dragon on Oct 13, 2008 15:15:35 GMT -5
ooc: uhh.....hang on. Softenedpaw needs to train anyways so...here!
bic: DriftMoon looked back over. Way to much on her hands. Lots was happening at this moment. She was desperatly in need of TruthStar. Her dream was going to slip away if she didn't tell her leader. But kits? Really this was a merical of StarClan she would regret if she missed. But her first duty had to be to warn her leader of the 'dome' cats who were comming.
"Softenedpaw!!" DriftMoon yowled, and she saw the dark apprentice with white smudges appear from the shadows, "Go see what's going on with Stormsight!" She commanded him. A slow nodd and nothing more came from Softenedpaw and he quickly glided over to FallenAngel to be caught up.
"What's going on, FallenAngel?" He asked her seriously.
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Post by Kala on Oct 13, 2008 15:26:49 GMT -5
ooc//lol alright
bic//FallenAngel gave the medicine cat a hard stare, but did not utter a word. 'She thinks I'm lieing.' Snapping both red eyes away from Driftmoon, she gazed down at Softenedpaw with a calmer expression. "StormSight is getting chills and that is the only think she can feel. Her sides jerk about, but her breathing is alright. I believe she kits are coming." Flicking her tail, two feathered wings twiched slightly as their master began to walk towards the nursery. "We better hurry. When I left she was talking to herself." |
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Post by dragon on Oct 13, 2008 15:41:23 GMT -5
With calm, but swift pawsteps, Softenedpaw made his way towards the nursery. "Please don't think badly of DriftMoon. She's only trying to make sure I learn something. Plus earlier she was looking for Truthstar, I think something importiant is happening." He blinked his eyes several times.
Within a few steps his fur was tugging slightly on the walls of the nursery. He looked at StormSight. She was big. It wouldn't be sruprising if her kits WERE really coming. "Stormsight? Are you okay?" He asked the she-cat gently. He didn't her to over-react if she was having kits. But what did he really know about kit-birthing. Almost nothing.
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Post by seren on Oct 13, 2008 20:43:59 GMT -5
Watching these frenzied exchanges, Slivermoon sat back. Shame nagged at her, nevertheless, as she could only idly sit by and do nothing. Calling out, she struggled to be heard over all the commotion. "How can I assist?" she cried.
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Post by dragon on Oct 14, 2008 23:11:40 GMT -5
"Slivermoon?" A slight look of confusion moved slowly across Softenedpaw's face. How could she help? Did she know anything about kit-birthing? Of corse she did, she gave birth to the angsty Fayreign didn't she? And out of Fallenangel, himself, and Slivermoon, when it came down to it, he would choose SliverMoon to do much more things. Not that FallenAngel was stupid, but he didn't know the length of her abilites, while DriftMoon had been assisted and befriended SliverMoon. 'How ironic that the both are moons...' He thought vaugly, and very off topic. "SliverMoon, FallenAngel, what do you know about kit-birthing?" He asked them.
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Post by seren on Oct 18, 2008 18:23:59 GMT -5
Sniffing delicately in the air, Slivermoon strangely extended a paw as if to shake hands but left it suspended. "I know that it hurts and that the queen giving birth will want to rip your head off if you're not sensitive enough or quick enough to fetch her the right kind of herbs to soothe her. Thyme, I think it is. You have to push with all your might and strength if you ever want to get that thing out of you."
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Post by dragon on Oct 18, 2008 18:41:30 GMT -5
Softenedpaw nodded intelegently and again with quick steps- to not miss anything- he whisked himself away to DriftMoon's den. She rummaged through her un-organized piles of herbs and leaves until he found a good couple of dried out Thyme leaves. He didn't stop to cheak if there was more left before almost sprinting out of the den ad back into the nursery. "Thyme." He dropped it under SliverMoon's extended paw.
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Post by seren on Oct 18, 2008 18:46:28 GMT -5
Blinking, she looked down at the dried up bits. Tea leaves, forest leaves, herbs--all the same to her temporarily fragmented mind. Eyes narrowing as she concentrated, she rushed over to Stormsight, struggling to remain balanced and steady. Head swimming, she was reeling. Even though she had given birth herself, she had been able to look away and close her eyes. It was a completely foreign feeling to be able to witness birth firsthand. Without so much as a warning, she shoved the thyme leaves in Stormsight's maw.
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Post by dragon on Oct 18, 2008 18:59:58 GMT -5
ooc: this is where i believe we should stop.
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Post by seren on Oct 18, 2008 19:06:33 GMT -5
ooc: Yup. I posted/have posts in SilverClan, GoldClan, Kittypet, etc., so those are all open.
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Post by dragon on Oct 18, 2008 19:09:57 GMT -5
ooc: awsome....i'll choose!^^
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