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Post by Leopardstar on Jun 12, 2007 20:19:37 GMT -5
Sharptounge warily ate the herbs. She shuddered and gave birth to her first kit. Her sides heaved with effort. Another kit was born after Sharptounge's first. Sharrptounge panted her eyes opened slightly.
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Post by ¥♥Snowhawk♥¥ on Jun 12, 2007 23:08:46 GMT -5
Swiftstar watched, helplessly. All he could was let the Medicine Cat apprentice do her job.
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Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on Jun 13, 2007 8:17:39 GMT -5
Featherpaw purred for a moment. She Picked up the first kit and set it by Sharptounge. "Do you have the strength to clean this one?" She asked warmly. She couldn't stay and wait to hear though. She picked the over kit up gently and set it infront of Swiftstar, "Clean this kit then once it's clean set it by Sharptounge so it can nurse." She said then walked back over to Sharptounge and her first kit. Her shoulder tore and she grunted but stayed quite. She sat down. Her entire left side was bruised and she lost energy. "I'm fine I just need to sit for a little. Your doing great Sharptounge!" She meowed sweetly.
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Post by ☼Light of the Sea☼ on Jun 13, 2007 9:34:59 GMT -5
Morningwhisker set down the herbs by Sharptongue. "Are you sure you're ok, Featherpaw?" she asked concernedly. "Once this is done, we'll have to go back for more herbs to treat you."
The golden she-cat turned back to the first kit. She knew that Swiftstar shouldn't have much trouble cleaning the second, but it might be important that Sharptongue be able to clean the first.
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Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on Jun 13, 2007 15:30:17 GMT -5
Featherpaw sat brething deeply then turned to Morningwhisker, "I'm fine I'm fine, don't worry about me. If she can't clean that kit you take it and clean it right away!" Featherpaw said. She walked over to Sharptounge and placed her paw on her stomach. She softly rubed them around. "There should be one two more." She purred. "Your doing great Sharptounge." She said and sat watching for what to do next.
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Post by ¥♥Snowhawk♥¥ on Jun 13, 2007 16:40:32 GMT -5
Swfitstar looked down at the his kit and started licking it's fur. "Come on, it is okey," the tom said as the kit started to wail. He picked up the dry kit and set it by its mother to nurse.
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Post by [.v.u.l.t.u.r.e.] on Jun 13, 2007 23:43:12 GMT -5
Vulturepaw sat there by Swiftstar's side with wide, disbelieving eyes brimming with concern as he watched the commotion. Featherpaw was so good with hurt and sick cats, and she always knew just which herbs to use to cure them, or at least improve things. The tabby tom smiled at his love warmly, despite his worry about Sharptongue and her kits. Vulturepaw stared at the third kit that Sharptongue had just given birth to ((Sorry, I power-played a little there. )), lying cold and afraid on the leaf-littered forest floor. As the tiny bundle of fur began to shudder, he couldn't take it anymore. He lunged forward and started to lick it madly, warming its small, wet body as best he could. Soon, it wasn't completely dry, but dry enough to survive, and he gently picked it up by its scruff and set it beside Sharptongue's belly, where the two other kittens were already nursing contentedly. Vulturepaw grinned in delight and blinked his eyes caringly at the wonderful scene. He walked over to sit beside Featherpaw, forcefully resisiting to smother her with loving licks. Instead, he slightly touched her cheek with his nose. "You're doing great, Featherpaw," he meowed supportively, brushing her back with his tail in a way so that Swiftstar couldn't see. They needn't worry at all about Sharptongue or Morningwhisker, who didn't disapprove of their forbidden love. "If that medicine cat we always used to hear about in stories as kits, Spottedleaf, were here, I think she'd be very impressed." He purred with warmth, and gently touched her ear with his tail-tip.
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Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on Jun 14, 2007 10:12:31 GMT -5
The gary stripe apprentice nodded to Vulturepaw who had cleand the last kit. Their little wails made Featherpaw purr, she loved kits.
"You're doing great, Featherpaw," While brushing Featherpaw's back. "If that medicine cat we always used to hear about in stories as kits, Spottedleaf, were here, I think she'd be very impressed." As he touched her ear with his tail.
Featherpaw purred. "I think Sharptounge is the one who deserves the praise." She said and brushed her tail against his back. "I'm doing fine I supose but it will be a while before I'm as good as you think. If our medicine cat was here it would have went alot smoother." Featherpaw added. Featherpaw grunted again as her shoulder tore another inch. She hissed quitly, licked it once or two times then ignored it. She wasn't going to show any weakness. Sharptounge need her and she wasn't about to go back to camp for some no good fox dung hurt shoulder. She smiled at the others.
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Post by Leopardstar on Jun 14, 2007 20:09:25 GMT -5
Sharptounge gave birth to her last two kits. Four cleaned kits nursed at her belly. Sharptounge purred loudly. "We need to get these four and I to the nursery," she mewed warmly. Four kits! Her four kits!
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Post by [.v.u.l.t.u.r.e.] on Jun 15, 2007 2:28:17 GMT -5
Vulturepaw purred, rasping his warm, loving tongue over Featherpaw's ears. But he inwardly clawed himself as he remembered Swiftstar. He loved how the medicine cat apprentice was so humble; she never bragged or boasted, and she never thought she was better than everyone else like some cats with high positions did.
"We need to get these four and I to the nursery," Sharptongue alerted. Vulturepaw nodded and dashed forward to pick up the same kit by the scruff again.
"Right," he meowed swiftly through a mouthful of fur, his words just barely desipherable. "Swiftstar, Featherpaw, Morningwhisker, grab the other three!" he ordered. Normally, it would be Swiftstar, the WindClan leader, giving out commands, but this was important, and the puny kittens needed to be taken care of now. "Who will help Sharptongue walk?"
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Post by ☼Light of the Sea☼ on Jun 15, 2007 12:31:52 GMT -5
"I can carry a kit and help Sharptongue walk," Morningwhisker volunteered. She purred as she looked at the four beautiful kits, and her heart melted. Morningwhisker had such a soft spot for kits. She gently reached down and lifted up a kit by the scruff of its neck before using her tail to help support Sharptongue.
The golden she-cat turned to look at Featherpaw briefly. She set the kit down for a moment so she could speak again. "Vulturepaw, will you make sure that Featherpaw gets by OK? Featherpaw, I know you say you're alright, but I still think you should use some herbs, and possibly a little help getting back." Having said that, the young warrior lifted up the kit again and turned back to Sharptongue.
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Post by ◘Feathereth◘ on Jun 15, 2007 13:03:50 GMT -5
Featherpaw purred "The sooner we get them back the better." She said. She looked over to Morningwhisker. "I'll be fine." She meowed kindly and walked over to the kits. She held her pain inside. She picked up a kit by the scruff gentally. She started to walk past the others. The pain in her shoulder made her left her leg. She ignored it and limped a few more paces forward. She looked back at the others. "Are we going?" She asked. Her silver pelt dirty and trinckles of blood.
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Post by ¥♥Snowhawk♥¥ on Jun 15, 2007 18:10:09 GMT -5
"Sharptounge," the ThunderClan leader asked his mate, "what will you name the kits?" he picked up the closest kit, a black and white tom with green eyes.((Rushkit))
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Post by Leopardstar on Jun 15, 2007 19:23:37 GMT -5
Sharptounge staggered to get up. "I'll name them later," she purred to her mate. The queen picked up a red fluffy she-cat (Foxkit) and leaned against Morningwhisker.
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Post by ¥♥Snowhawk♥¥ on Jun 15, 2007 19:30:36 GMT -5
"I'll name them later," the queen purred.
"The one your carring looks like a little fox." the tom commented.
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