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Stormkit - A blue-grey tom with green eyes. Previous name was Toby. Rped by me <3 Hazelkit - a calico She-cat with hazel eyes. Previous name was Kelli. Ian
these kits are to be saved by Hazelstorm. They are former kittypets, having gotten out of their garden and one falls in the water. Hazel will save one, and bring them back to camp. (They go by their kitrypets names until later) The deputy gets really sick after that, and ends up passing before she can return the kits to their kittypet home. After which, the kits decide to stay with WaterClan, and ask Violetstar if they can carry on her name.
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No! Water filled his mouth, he couldn’t figure out which way was up. His paws flailed but it wasn’t making a difference. Toby couldn’t even manage much of a thought. Except one. Had his sister fallen in as well? ... He was running out of air. He hoped she was okay, despite her running alongside the bank, yelling towards the rushing water and his form, he couldn’t hear her. Everything was going black...
Hazelstorm rested her chin on her paws, eyes half-closed as she studied the water. Fishing was rather boring compared to the simple bowls she'd fished in as a kittypet, and she was struggling to stay awake after a long day. Faint cries touched her ears, and they twitched as she slowly opened her eyes again and glanced around. Then, a flash of color, rushing down the stream - not a fish, but what? She inhaled deeply and felt a buzz of shock. A kit!
The cream deputy stood up and leaped forward into the water, striking out for the center of the stream. "I've got you!"
She swam toward the little ball of fur as quickly as she could, fighting her way into the river. As he swept down toward her she reached out her neck and snagged the little tom in her jaws.
Got him!
But now she had to make it back. She was not a strong swimmer, and already, she was tiring. She took a deep breath then let the water carry them both along until the rocks at the edge of the river receded, and she saw her chance. A few strong kicks and pulls, and then she pulled them to freedom and flopped onto the bank, panting. She was exhausted and wanted to sleep for moons, soaked to the bone and freezing cold, but first: she leaned over and nosed the kit once. "Ar-are you okay?" Are you alive?
It was cold. So very cold. He was tired. The kit couldn’t breathe, lungs felt like fire, with water pooling in them. He could hear her, show was she? Why... why couldn’t he move? Why did everything hurt so bad? Where was Kelli?
The other kit let out a pathetic mewl, her body aching with the fire of a million suns. After being submerged for a moment in the icy depths, her body had grown so cold that it almost felt feverish. She shuffled weakly towards the sound of the voice... She let out another noice, before her head burrowed into the she-cat's side. She was alive, but only barely, so barely that she didn't even notice her brother.
Was he alive? Was he dead? She hadn’t been taught anything about saving drowning cats yet; frankly, she expected she would be the one to need rescuing. She shook her head as she frantically tried to make him expel the water and listened to his feeble heartbeat.
Hazelstorm turned to the other kit and shook her head in distress. This was a disaster, all of it. “Shh, shh,” she murmured, curling up around them both to try and warm their fur. “I’ll get you to Goldrush, don’t you worry.” She gazed around them, contemplative, but he had to go. It was quickly becoming clear that her own soaked fur would not tell the pair, so she stood up and carefully took hold of the small bodies.
She sighed. It was a start, at least, a flicker of life. "Okay, okay," she mumbled, standing up slowly. Her legs trembled, but she ignored her exhaustion and chill, swiping the kit up in her jaws and reaching to grab the other. Somehow she found the strength to carry them both and began to the long, slow journey back to camp.
Post by Primordialhaze on Mar 15, 2019 22:20:26 GMT -5
SWOOOSH appears
Goldrush filtered the herbs water through the moss. He remembered a time when his own father had shown him this trick. To rid the water in stale puddles of germs that could make a cat wonder where he had been. He pushed the burdock root into the clean hollow fo fresh water he had created and watched the dirt crumble away from the plants surface. His ear twitched at a sound coming into camp.
"We're nearly there, just hold on," she pleaded with the kit. She carried them closer, closer, into the camp, then set them down in the entrance to the den and sat down heavily beside them. "Goldrush, these kits need help!" Hazelstorm panted. She didn't look so good herself, bone-tired and soaked and shaking, cream fur a muddy mess, but her concern was for the young ats.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Mar 17, 2019 13:28:51 GMT -5
"Oh my. Hazelstorm what have your brought me?" The dirt toned tom leaned down and pressed his muzzle to the each kits chest in turn feeling for their temperature and listening to their breathing. "Oh my. They seem rather waterlogged don't they."He glanced up at the warrior. "You don't look too good yourself." He bent down and lifted a kit and placed it in a warm feather nest. He then lifted the other and did the same. "Now snuggle in let me get you what you need and then you can sleep." He turned away and flicked his tail towards a larger nest next to the kits nest. "Lay down Hazelstorm."
"I found them floating down the river. I was... /am/ so scared I was too late," she fretted, unable to tear her gaze from the tiny bodies. She circled and laid down in the nest, resisting the urge to curl up around the kittens, and rested her chin on the ground to watch them and try not to fall asleep.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Mar 23, 2019 21:26:52 GMT -5
He dropped a Catmint leaf before Hazelstorm and some a few poppy seeds. "Rest." he meowed. "I'll take care of them." he turned to the kits with smaller pieces of catmint. Too little would be ineffective. Too much would be dangerous. "Eat up. Its tasty." He lay behind the nest of the kits and pressed the leaves close to them rubbing their backs in turn to warm them up. "Cant get better if you dont try." he meowed as he eased the leaf in each of their mouths.
The little kit furrowed his brows. He bent weakly, sniffing at the herb. Which, surprisingly, smelled rather tasty. He blinked and bent down and began to bite them tentatively.
Hazelstorm hesitated, reluctant to leave the kits alone. They were with Goldrush now, but she still worried, unused to having another cat be a healer instead of a twoleg. Finally she sighed and gave him, taking the herbs and closing her eyes.
