07-15-2019, 07:05 AM
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Clogging his nose and mouth for too long, Crow had a hard time breathing properly, and lifting his head just the slightest, he took deep breaths. They came shakily. His eyes stung once more at the threat of tears. His throat choked up as a sob began to form. We should have gotten help, we should have accepted the help of these cats. He choked back a growl, he stared at the bedding that stuck out from between his forelegs. He only glanced to the side as something was pushed to him, though he refused to take them. Jaws clamped shut, he returned to staring at his paws with tired eyes.
Hearing the familiar voice of his sister at the entry of the den, his fur began to rise. He wanted to force himself to his paws and run to her. We should have accepted the Clan cats help. Momma could still be alive. Or at least she wouldn't have died choking on her own blood! he wanted to scream, yell, he wanted to feel anything, he wanted to speak. He forced himself to feel angry. But he felt numb, his thoughts began to grow fuzzier by the second. His voice was lost, and his head hit his paws as he lost consciousness.
The large warrior stared at the small she-cat as she spoke with his mate. Unaware of him slowly inching between them as he examined her. She didn't seem like a threat. She was small in size, clearly starved. But the look in her eyes told him that she could still do some damage if she wished. So he found himself pressing against Honeybreeze, looking at her as she whispered.
He lowered his eyes and grunted in thought. "[b]If the kit dies, we can do nothing but bury him away from the camp. If he doesn't want to take the help given to him, we can do nothing else. Unless Ivyleaf and Dapplepaw force the herbs down his throat."
Leaning towards his mate, he pressed his nose against her cheek, "They are not our responsibility, Honeybreeze. You know that. They're strangers and we must treat them as potential threats." he spoke softly, "I'll see if Sparrownose will increase patrols until we know that the rouge is well away."
Leaving her with a comforting lick between the ears, he looked around the camp to find the small tortie. He was back at the nursery, playing with a few kits as their mothers watched, lazily chatting among themselves. He set off to where he assumed Sparrownose would be, question already at the tip of his tongue.
[b]crow
As the medicine cat and the apprentice began to review Crow now that his sister was gone, the young tom cried softly. He buried his face deeper into his paws. He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes and face the strangers. But he couldn't handle having his eyelids feeling glued shut. The flashing images of his mother's expression changing in seconds kept replaying. Clogging his nose and mouth for too long, Crow had a hard time breathing properly, and lifting his head just the slightest, he took deep breaths. They came shakily. His eyes stung once more at the threat of tears. His throat choked up as a sob began to form. We should have gotten help, we should have accepted the help of these cats. He choked back a growl, he stared at the bedding that stuck out from between his forelegs. He only glanced to the side as something was pushed to him, though he refused to take them. Jaws clamped shut, he returned to staring at his paws with tired eyes.
Hearing the familiar voice of his sister at the entry of the den, his fur began to rise. He wanted to force himself to his paws and run to her. We should have accepted the Clan cats help. Momma could still be alive. Or at least she wouldn't have died choking on her own blood! he wanted to scream, yell, he wanted to feel anything, he wanted to speak. He forced himself to feel angry. But he felt numb, his thoughts began to grow fuzzier by the second. His voice was lost, and his head hit his paws as he lost consciousness.
The large warrior stared at the small she-cat as she spoke with his mate. Unaware of him slowly inching between them as he examined her. She didn't seem like a threat. She was small in size, clearly starved. But the look in her eyes told him that she could still do some damage if she wished. So he found himself pressing against Honeybreeze, looking at her as she whispered.
He lowered his eyes and grunted in thought. "[b]If the kit dies, we can do nothing but bury him away from the camp. If he doesn't want to take the help given to him, we can do nothing else. Unless Ivyleaf and Dapplepaw force the herbs down his throat."
Leaning towards his mate, he pressed his nose against her cheek, "They are not our responsibility, Honeybreeze. You know that. They're strangers and we must treat them as potential threats." he spoke softly, "I'll see if Sparrownose will increase patrols until we know that the rouge is well away."
Leaving her with a comforting lick between the ears, he looked around the camp to find the small tortie. He was back at the nursery, playing with a few kits as their mothers watched, lazily chatting among themselves. He set off to where he assumed Sparrownose would be, question already at the tip of his tongue.