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Post by dragon on Sept 28, 2008 14:55:25 GMT -5
"Oh, Fayreign, SOFTENEDPAW!" She called.
The brown and white apprentice trudged out, with a little budel of herbs. "Glarierheart. Eat each one of these slowly. If you eat them too fast you'll throw them up and they wont work."
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Post by Tiger on Sept 28, 2008 14:56:03 GMT -5
He opened his maw to ask a question but paused at the coming of Fayreign. "You have a visitor." he lifted a paw towards the other she-cat, only slightly upset that he had been interrupted. But, this was the job of a medicine cat and he couldn't keep Driftmoon from her patients. Even he knew that.
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Post by seren on Sept 28, 2008 15:01:50 GMT -5
Fayreign nodded her thanks, hardly noticing the smaller cat. Probably being trained as an apprentice. That would make the most sense. Scurrying away, she gradually devoured the leaves, as instructed, and felt woozy. The pain began to diminish, however, and she felt relief at last. Thank StarClan for natural medicine, she thought as she wearily watched Driftmoon and the apprentice exchange words.
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Post by dragon on Sept 28, 2008 15:10:15 GMT -5
"Ripkit. What were you saying?" She asked. Her eyes looked over the kit. What could he possibly want to ask? 'What were the questions you wanted to ask when you were a kit?' Was the answer she thought of. There were lots of questions he would want to ask eventually. Though, how many would he ASK instead of just, WANT?
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Post by Tiger on Sept 28, 2008 15:16:24 GMT -5
"Um.... It's nothing to worry about." He gave her a smile. In reality he had wanted to ask her what happened to the old cats who got too old. "Nice to see you, Fayreign. Don't push yourself too much!" Ripkit smiled at the expecting she-cat.
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Post by seren on Sept 28, 2008 15:17:15 GMT -5
The forms of the two cats were turning into nothing but lines and contours. Hazy eyes fought against sleep, so much so that the calico didn't even notice when her mother was a mouse-step away from her.
"Fayreign?" came the cool voice. With a startled jolt, Fayreign could've leapt six stacked pawsteps in the air. Ears flattening to her skull, she glared at the intruder of her remaining sanity.
"What do you want?"
"To know if I can get you anything."
"No! Just please leave me alone for a while."
The elder she-cat's whiskers twitched as she fondly remembered her own panicked emotions. They always tended to run high when you were pregnant, and all you could do was accept it.
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Post by dragon on Sept 28, 2008 15:23:49 GMT -5
"Aww don't be that Ripkit. Come on. I wanna see what a brilliant mind's question looks like." DriftMoon prodded the kit. Surely if she asked, he was tell? Most-likely. She was almost sure he would tell her what was on his mind. She really did want to know. Because as a kit, when one thinks of a question, it never goes away. Then it bursts out of you at the wrong time and place.
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Post by Tiger on Sept 28, 2008 15:25:29 GMT -5
He paused for a moment, really thinking hard. "What happens when a really old cat gets too old?" Ripkit half glanced over at Slivermoon as he asked this, then switched his gaze back over to Driftmoon. Yes, he had known elders left to go someplace and never returned, but he didn't know what happened to him. The queens always kept him away from that stuff.
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Post by seren on Sept 28, 2008 15:32:21 GMT -5
ooc: lawlrus! "REALLY OLD cat" is right. XD
L: Retreating, Slivermoon plundered through the fresh-kill pile for a sparrow. Sparrows always made pregnant cats feel better, for some reason. At any rate, it had always worked on her. Settling on a robin at last--it was fatty enough to distract from the disappointment of not finding a nubile sparrow--she clenched it between her jaws and padded over to Fayreign again.
Dropping it at the she-cat's paws, she nudged it forward. "Eat," she simply and calmly mewed. As if the drugs were already taking effect, Fayreign obeyed and found that the plump bird tasted surprisingly good, better than usual.
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Post by dragon on Sept 28, 2008 15:34:48 GMT -5
The smile on her face faltered. "Old cats that get to old?" She paused to think. DriftMoon lifted her head to the sky. If it had been night time, she would be looking at the StarClan warriors. One of these days she would be joining those star-lit dream bringers.
"Elders who live too long and are put through too much life get a gift." She had to phrase this carefully as not to upset him or the queens. "And so do the brave warriors who get too badly injured in battle to be healed. They get to join StarClan. And that's every cats biggest dream. Is to be good enough to join the Warriors in the sky."
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Post by Tiger on Sept 28, 2008 15:38:43 GMT -5
OOC: XD
BIC: Ripkit followed her gaze to the sky. What was she looking at? "A gift?" He had to repeat that, looking back at Dirftmoon. Why was getting old a gift? Didn't it make cats really cranky and grumpy? "Starclan." He turned his gaze back up to the sky once more. "They go and live in the sky? What happens up there? Wouldn't the sky get too full with cats and fall on us?"
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Post by seren on Sept 28, 2008 15:44:29 GMT -5
From across the clearing, Slivermoon heard his barrage of questions. It was almost comical. Still, he did have a point with the last one...
Fayreign gurgled as she rolled onto her left side and fell into a restful slumber. Nothing phased her anymore. Her kits would be born healthy and happy and that was all that really mattered.
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Post by dragon on Sept 28, 2008 15:45:49 GMT -5
"Starclan lives...in a way, in the sky." DriftMoon had this theroy. It was called space. And for every cat that joined Starclan, more room would be granted. "But the sky never ends, so they can't rain down on us." She looked back at the dusty-brown kit. "Getting old isn't the gift though Ripkit. Going to StarClan is. Joining StarClan is supposedly one of the best gifts in the world. But to get to StarClan, you HAVE to be the best you can. You have to give life your best shot."
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Post by Tiger on Sept 28, 2008 15:50:20 GMT -5
It made little sense to the kit at the moment. He tilted his head to the side, gave Driftmoon a look, and nodded his head. "I guess. But what about the really evil cats? Like Bloodclan! Where do they go? Starclan, too? There must be lots of fights." Leave it to the kit. Ripkit blinked up at the medicine cat, a never ending stream of questions waiting to be asked.
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Post by seren on Sept 28, 2008 15:53:06 GMT -5
With those word, Slivermoon questioned the quality of her own life. Had it been worth the efforts and heartbreak and floundering? She had fallen helplessly and pathetically in love only to be stabbed in the back, had had Fayreign far too young, had received nightmarish bouts of schizophrenia, and had fallen back in love with a pyromaniac tom known as--how fitting--Pyroflame. Would she redo any of these moments? Most definitely. She would've attempted to fix her trivial problems and mend all broken relationships, but such an opportunity was not likely to rear its head any time soon.
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