by Alpha* » Fri Sep 27, 2024 7:39 am
Moss (Blossom)
- Tags; Mothkit, Mallowkit, ???
The queen looks around the area with trepidation; having finally lost the dogs she is exhausted. If she could have climbed one of these trees it would have been easier. Running however, with two kits, is so much harder - her paws are swollen and borderline infected. "Here we are my loves, safe. Shhh-" is whispered to the pair of kits who squeak and mew almost pathetically. Mossy reappears into view (perhaps of a den that she doesn't know is there) and sets the second kit down beside the first with a sigh. "We'll just rest a moment," is purred before her stomach rumbles, pinching painfully.
When is the last time she ate?
She can't remember. But how could she leave the tiny, fragile kits long enough to hunt? There's noone else to watch them. To keep them safe. "I'm sorry my loves." Is said, eyes darting from the kits to around the area at the call of a bird, sharp and too close for comfort. "Mama hasn't much milk right now, eat up.." She ducks her head to lick their ears and pull them closer to her belly to eat what little she has to offer. The she-cat herself is emaciated and exhausted. "I love you.."
The pair of basically newborn kits shiver in the chill and she pulls her tail around them to warm them a bit, it's the best she can do without food for herself and then for them. "I-I promise it'll be better soon, I'll find us some food and a den, make a nest -" but she knows it's mostly a hope. How can she do that by herself in an unfamiliar place? A dangerous place?
As the two kits guzzle she attends her front paws while glancing worriedly all around her. She shakes out one front foot, then the other while wincing and whimpers just a bit at the spikes of pain that race up her 'arms'. "It's g-going to get better. " these words are mainly for herself, as the kits Moth and Mallow don't care or understand her.
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FallenRains
- Tags; ReaperStar, ???
The silvery warrior who looks like a whisp of fog strolls into camp with two rabbits and a vole; One rabbit is slung across his broad shoulders and the other dangles from his powerful jaws. Comically, the silver cat holds the vole against his chest with one strange paw in a habit he'd learned many moons ago. His tail tip twitches as he surveys the clan cats and the memory of his, erm, nightmare surges to the front of his mind once again.
FallenRains' eyes flicker to a grayer shade, and he scowls behind the rabbit. Can't the dreams stop? Leave him alone? For Leaf and Stars sake!! He shakes his head slightly and starts walking again, narrowly missing crashing into a female warrior by getting out of the entrance to camp.
He had been out hunting since before dawn, having woken from a nightmare while it was dark and the moon still hung heavy in the sky - Well, it was not a dream.... something else he doesn't want to put a name too.
It's too much. Too painful. Too unwanted. Too scary --
Fallen drops the rabbits on the fresh kill pile and then wanders with a vole towards his leader. Does he have the ... the dreams too? This sense of urgency instilled that he doesnt have a name to that has everything to do with the clan and illness but he doesn't understand?? Should he ask? Or.. or rather say?. The other, older cat looks worn out, and he is fairly sure that the sickness is what continues to take its' toll on the cats in the clan. Or something he doesnt know. Hasnt really heard about.
He hadn't gotten this round of illness, thankfully. "Mornin'," greets the he-cat, "for you. " he drops the kill before the older tomcats' feet, "lookin' like you need it, ReaperStar." States the warrior with a serious and worried gleam to his blue-gray eyes. "Need s'methin' just ask." Is invited, feeling his ears burn.
With that he turns to pad back out of camp for further hunting; his clanmates are sick and he would provide. He is needed, if not wholly wanted, the silver warrior thinks.
He isn't much for talk, and always up for action, except around -- Fallen savagely squelches that line of thought before it can fully form. Now is not the time. The clan needs his actions, doesn't it? Not romance but survival.
Besides, less contact with others means less a chance of getting sick, any cat with a lick of sense knows that. Especially since he took it upon himself to chew garlic and some goldenrod as a preventative. Call me back. Ask me to join you for breakfast. is mentally begged but he refuses to invite himself, to truly bother any cat with his presence.
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Alpha* on Fri Sep 27, 2024 4:09 pm, edited 3 times in total.

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