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Post by shadowfire on Jun 16, 2011 21:31:54 GMT -5
ok just solw a few more poppy seeds and stay clam
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Post by brushfire on Jun 16, 2011 21:34:04 GMT -5
She swallowed two more poppyseeds and sighed. It was silent for a long time before she began to jurk and hiss again.
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Post by shadowfire on Jun 16, 2011 21:37:44 GMT -5
ok just stay clam and if you need to shout you can shout at me cause i do not mind
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Post by brushfire on Jun 16, 2011 21:43:37 GMT -5
Taking the offer, Brushfire hissed, "I hate kitting! I hate the RushClan moss and I hate the draft in here at night and I hate water and I hate my mother and my father and my brother and I hate the warrior code!"
With every word she knocked the air out of herself, causing her to push harder than she should have. With another jurk another kit plopped into the moss, a she-cat, dark brown and darker tabby stripes that only marked her legs and tail, that same darker colouring masking her face and ears. A lighter brown masked her muzzle.
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Post by shadowfire on Jun 16, 2011 21:45:35 GMT -5
and shadowpaw cought the new kit with the cobweb and put it with the other kittien
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Post by brushfire on Jun 16, 2011 21:48:39 GMT -5
Brushfire was panting now. "Sorry for snapping," she mewed.
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Post by shadowfire on Jun 16, 2011 21:49:43 GMT -5
thats ok you only have one more to go through you will be fine and i am here for you
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Post by brushfire on Jun 16, 2011 21:52:54 GMT -5
Brushfire smiled. Again, it was a very long amount of minutes before Brushfire hissed finally, "...Gah! I hate it I hate it I hate it!!!" and the final kit plopped down into the moss. It was somewhat like the first, a blue-grey tom, but this one was darker, with slightly simpler siamese-like markings. This one did not mew at all, but was still breathing.
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Post by shadowfire on Jun 16, 2011 21:57:41 GMT -5
and shadowpaw toke the final kitten and put into the cobweb and then put it with the other two and shadowpaw Said,"just take it easy now and rember to give them plnty of milk but rember to get your rest." and here take these poppy seeds and get some rest
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Post by brushfire on Jun 16, 2011 22:06:21 GMT -5
Brushfire turned to look at her new kits, and smiled wickedly as Shadowpaw left the Nursery.
"Moondiamond..." she purred, "Look... Grasskit, Hawkkit, and Oskarkit... Like you wanted them to be named.... If your prophacy is right, Grasskit will hae the brightest green eyes, Hawkkit will grow into a cat who's fur is as thick as the hawk's feathers, and Oskarkit will be blind, but will be able to swim as well as oskars... Moondiamond... I bring to you the ones who will revive you... With your help, of course. I failed. They will not..."
Her eyes narrowed as her kits nursed, but then her eyes softened. "Just... Don't be too hard on them... Mother..." she closed her eyes and the Nursery faded into blackness.
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