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Post by Lonestar on Mar 19, 2008 0:31:33 GMT -5
Nettletongue leapt easily into camp, breathing a little hard but otherwise alright, all along the side of camp were the bodies of the sick washed and laid out for burial with Nettletongues own paws. The medicine cat didn't spare them a glance as she hurtled towards her den, not really caring if Swiftstar had followed her this far.
She jumped down to her place just beside the creek that ran around the camp, walking over to a small kit who was writhing and mewling in a pitiful hoarse way. Nettletongue made cooing noises under her breath as she bent over it looking it over. it caught her tail with its tiny paws and held to it, shivering. she gently pulled her ai from its grip still shushing the dark grey ball of matted fluff as she whisked off to her den, grabbinga fewherbs and chewing them up as she moved back over to the kit, letting the liquid slide down its throat, this silenced its hoarse cries and it settled down in its bed off moss besides its brother, who was a blacker colored cat, already dead. "All of them...starts out with sneezing then they fall down and begging to writhe and then their throat slowly swells up so they can't speak, and then...they die when the sickness sinks in.." She muttered to herself, mind moving even faster than she as she distributed the juice from the herbs too an elder who seemed tough and wiry and two warriors, one almost apprentice age. "All thats left.... I don't know what they got It from lest I would join them. Perhaps the water somewhere, or some kind of food i didn't have. From when we traveled? did they ever drink and I did not?" She continued to think aloud as she moved a couple more dead cats away from the others, leaving the dead kit with the one that was still alive so they could keep each other company. "It seems to work but I found it to late..."
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Post by Swiftstar on Mar 19, 2008 9:33:34 GMT -5
Swiftstar watched calmly, tail curled over her paws. Then she lifted her head and rose. "I will aid you however I can. This sicknesse doesn't seem to have struck ThunderClan or WindClan yet. I will, however, watch out for it." Swiftstar purred, knowing there wasn't much she could do. "I wonder....." She meowed thoughtfully, remembering the black and purple cat that had stared down at her. It put a shiver down her spine as she wondered if she could find that cat again, find the one she had dubbed 'illusion'.....
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Post by Lonestar on Mar 19, 2008 16:53:52 GMT -5
Nettletongue looked at swiftstar. "not much to be done, no I believe it was because there was something twoleg in the river before we left, most cats kept drinking and eating what they could get from the river, I didn't, I couldn't stomach the faint smell of the twoleg thing. I don't think it can spread past those who drank the water and ate the fish." She said walking over to the small kit again. "Ashkit, how are you feeling?"
"If any of your cats get sick then a mix of clementine, thyme and marigold should work." She said softly bending closer down to hear the kits faint response. "Yes, you are going to get better I promise." She said softly wrapping her tail around the sickly ballof fur protectively, as if Swiftstar had just made a threat to him. "I can't bury the others until i know if these will survive." She said, more of an apology to herself "Russetclaw was doing most of it until he started to really get into the hard stages of the sickness. "She said glancing at the elder tom.
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Post by Swiftstar on Mar 19, 2008 18:44:20 GMT -5
Swiftstar smiled. "I would offer to help, but that's something RiverClan must do for its' own. I hope to see you at the next Gathering and I hope RiverClan revocers. I'll let Frostpool know." Swiftstar purred, getting up and padding away toward her border, purposefully wading through the river more to wash Greyices' scent out of her pelt than anything.....
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Post by Lonestar on Mar 19, 2008 19:10:27 GMT -5
Nettletongue watched quietly as she left. "I wouldn't want you to touch them." She muttered softly, bending to give Ashkit a lick over his forehead before moving over to check on the remaining four cats. Riverclan currently had a kit, an elder, a warrior and an apprentice that was ready to be given his warrior ceremony but no one to lead the clan. No place to talk to starclan.
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Post by ~{Smallstar}~ on Mar 20, 2008 17:28:22 GMT -5
Nightpelt padded into the clearing and stopped. "Swiftstar. I see you've come ahead of me me." She mewed, seeing her leader. she nodded curtly, quickly acknologing Nettletongue's presence and turned back to Swiftstar.
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Post by Swiftstar on Mar 20, 2008 20:50:53 GMT -5
Swiftstar smiled. "Indeed I have. Any news from ShadowClan? And I really must go announce something at the camp." Swiftstar purred ,nodding to Nightpelt and gesturing for Nightpelt to follow her as Swiftstar turned and continued back to ThunderClan territory......
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Post by ~{Smallstar}~ on Mar 22, 2008 12:58:34 GMT -5
"They are weak, Solsticstar sends his regards." Nightpelt said, following her.
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Post by Swiftstar on Mar 22, 2008 13:10:51 GMT -5
Swiftstar nodded and sighed. "Perhaps Solsticestar will be able to lead ShadowClan well. In any case, I believe the Gathering is tonight...." Swiftstar meowed, talking to herself again....
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 1, 2008 19:55:13 GMT -5
Nettletongue looked into the camp after the cats had gone, sighing she padded over to the many dead bodies of Riverclan cats, she would have to bury them soon but for now she merely added ashkits brother to the group, curling him up beside his mother and sister. Ashkit and Silverpaw would not join this group...but she was sure the elder Russetfur would, he was old and fading. She would be alone when her uncle left though she knew he would be speaking with her in the form of a silvery cat after he went.
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Post by ~{Smallstar}~ on Apr 2, 2008 7:40:29 GMT -5
Smallstar padded into the camp, slowly, but surely. Her face was wet from the river that she had used to wash away her tears. She looked around, surveying the new camp and spoke to the apparent Medicen cat. "Nettletongue, do you have all the herbs you need, or should I arrange a trade with the other clans?"
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 3, 2008 18:02:38 GMT -5
Nettletongue stared curiously at this cat, but there was definite anger for her intrusion. "Who are you?" She said bluntly, aware the she-cat was of windclan, but no why she was here, or speaking to her as though she had any real power, she shouldn't be here in riverclan.
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Post by ~{Smallstar}~ on Apr 3, 2008 19:46:18 GMT -5
"I'm, Smallstar." She replied. "The new Riverclan leader." She padded over to the corner of the camp to pull brambles out of her paws, making it clear that she didn't really want to discuss the matter at the moment.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 9, 2008 17:59:17 GMT -5
Nettletongue was not about to have some windcla shumuk pad into her camp and declare herself leader. She hissed under her breath. Why was starclan so silent? They should speak to her especially in time like this. She stalked over to the other cat, practically giving off anger. The grief, torment and loss of the last few days was bubbling on the edge and the medicine cats tongue was intent on cutting deep. "Im supposed to let you waltz in here and do as you please? I may be a medicine cat but that will not stop me from ripping out your fur and sending you back to wherever you really belong. You expect me to believe you when you just walk in here like its nothing and announce yourself leader?" She hissed venomously. "We are not so deperate as to not care what happens to our clan our anything of the matter and i would certainly not be accepting some scatter-brained, airy, windclan cat into such a position without specific request from starclan so you better dam well not just walk away and act like its not a big topic. You come into our camp and the first words out of your useless mouth are that you'll be taking the position of our leader. I think not!" She was yowing by the end of her tirade and yellow eyes were giving the most sinister and angered glare they had in thier lifetime. "I dont care what Lonestar thinks sending you here, but if this is his way of repaying a favor ill be sure to claw his eyes out next time we meet. leave him like i should have i had cats that died while i was off running about with your poor lost leader." She finished claws dug deep into the ground.
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Post by ~{Smallstar}~ on Apr 10, 2008 7:28:04 GMT -5
Smallstar locked eyes with Nettletongue calmly as the she-cat spoke. Then she rose to her paws. " Listen, medicine cat." She said, trying to sound calm, but accidentally leting anger enter her voice. "I may not be clan-born, but I've been in Windclan since I was a kit. I was raised in Windclan, I trained in Windclan, a fought for Windclan, and I got my nine lives thinking they were for Windclan." She was yelling now. "Do you honestly think I would leave Windclan to come to this swampy puddle if I didn't have to? Can your wet Riverclan mind comprehend that?!" Her nose was inches from Nettletongue's, and she quickly backed up. She didn't know what had come over her, what had her yowling at a medicen cat. Maybe it was the greif from leaving Windclan.
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 10, 2008 11:49:25 GMT -5
Nettletongue hissed as the she cat retorted eyes flashing dangerously. "Your concerns are not my problem. If you so do not like being here you are obviously not fit to lead any clan much less one like Riverclan." She said snidely glaring as she stalked back over to the other cat. "You can leave now." She hissed looking pointedly towards the exit. "You have defiantly not proven yourself worthy of any rank here in riverclan. Try not to drown on the way out." She hissed pelt bristling, her needle sharp caws out. Starclan had not arranged this this cat was trying to use Riverclans weakness to her advantage Nettletongue would not allow it. "If you don't leave now you will be forced out. last warning. I've had no message from Starclan, you are just some enterprising cat taking advantage of the situation, medicine cat I ay be but I can still fight. Now out." She hissed dangerously the many corpses of her fellow riverclan cats behind her a grim scene, she refused to listen. She had been through to much, without so much as a word or omen from starclan this was the last straw.
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Post by ~{Smallstar}~ on Apr 10, 2008 16:35:48 GMT -5
Smallstar stood up her pelt bristling, ready to attack Nettletongue. She made an akward hissing sound as she forced herself to calm down. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to keep her temper from starting a meaningless fight. She slowly shethed her claws and opened her eyes. "Okay. Will you at least give me a chance to explain why I'm here?" She said calmly. "I didn't come here to start fights. I didn't mean what I said about this being a puddle, if that was the way I thought, I'd have stayed in Windclan, regardless of what Starclan said."
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Post by Lonestar on Apr 10, 2008 16:44:11 GMT -5
Nettletongue merely hissed watching the other cat with hateful eyes. Her silence was a sign for the other cat to continue, though it was an effort to keep her tongue in its still state. Her slim body coiled about as she turned in the other direction. "You are not leader of this clan until starclan says otherwise to ME. Feel free to sleep in the hollowed tree across the stream." She said flatly, not having the heart to listen, she did not want an explanation, her grief was not even allowed to be yowled to the sky, she merely stared at the dead riverclan cats before padding away to check on the other two, and move russetfur. Her uncle had died the night before, he should be buried with the others...
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Post by ~{Smallstar}~ on Apr 10, 2008 16:56:05 GMT -5
Smallstar glanced in the direction Nettletongue looked in and locked on the body of the dead cats for a while. Then she looked back at the medicen cat, realizing the reason for other she-cat's hostility. Nettletongue's responsibility, as a medicen cat, was to preserve the lives of other clan cats. It must feel horrible to lose a whole clan. Smallstar sighed and padded out of the camp. If Starclan really wanted her here, they'd tell Nettletongue.
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