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Post by Moonstar on Feb 22, 2007 18:08:32 GMT -5
*The she-cat wearily looks up, tired yellow eyes not showing fear or panic.* Is it my time to join StarClan?
OOC JFTR (my abbreviation for just for the record) I'm not killing her off...yet. I might later but I don't know.
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Post by Runningfoot on Feb 22, 2007 18:12:34 GMT -5
No, it's not! Don't worry, we'l do everything we can. Leafpaw! I need some lavender for her! Then I need you to go out and collect some feaverfew please!
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Post by Moonstar on Feb 22, 2007 18:21:13 GMT -5
*Rattail coughs and continues to look brave as she takes the feverfew.* I"m not... *The brown she-cat coughs.* worried. I'm willing to join my ancestors. *Cedarpaw returns, mouth full of catmint. He drops it at Runningfoot's paws.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Feb 23, 2007 15:33:34 GMT -5
Thank you Ceaderpaw *Turns to Rattail* Take these too
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Post by Moonstar on Feb 24, 2007 0:15:22 GMT -5
*The elderly she-cat swallows the herbs and then wraps her white tail around her body.* Thank you, all of you. *She rasps, and falls asleep, hoping she'll be cured when she awakes.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Feb 24, 2007 9:14:55 GMT -5
*Looks at the cat worridly* Let her sleep for a while, we'll wake her up in a bit
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Post by Moonstar on Feb 25, 2007 21:23:28 GMT -5
What chance do you think she has? *Cedarpaw asks, gently staring down at Rattail.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Feb 26, 2007 21:32:10 GMT -5
I'm not sure* The black cat looked grim* I think she might pull through, but, Scratcheye, has she acted unusual at all? not eating a lot, complaining that she feels cold and hot at the same time?
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Post by Moonstar on Feb 27, 2007 18:10:10 GMT -5
She was muttering that she felt cold and hot when I took her to you, and she's seemed more tired lately. *The elderly tom croaks, voice tight with grief.* Whatever happens, it'll be the will of StarClan...
The will of StarClan! How can you still turn to myths! *Cedarpaw snaps, and slinks off.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Feb 27, 2007 20:32:56 GMT -5
*Runningfoot stared after him quietly* Well, we know that it is greencough. I'll have to tell Swiftstar to make sure that he knows that it is now that season. I wish I had an apprentice...* she murmered, looking at the sleeping elder.
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Post by Moonstar on Feb 28, 2007 18:00:37 GMT -5
*Russetcloud comes in, hearing Rattail had greencough.* I'm no medicine cat, but I'll help as much as I can.
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Post by Runningfoot on Feb 28, 2007 21:25:46 GMT -5
Thank you Russetcloud!
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Post by Moonstar on Feb 28, 2007 22:15:36 GMT -5
She's my mother. It is not a problem at all. *Russetcloud replies. Shortly later, a dark brown tabby, Brokenclaw, stumbles in, mouth full of catmint...and streaked with blood.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Mar 1, 2007 19:17:58 GMT -5
Brokenclaw! What happned!? *Running rushed to her brother, looking horrified*OOC:She knows his ancestry,and her's he dosen't know hers!
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Post by Moonstar on Mar 2, 2007 18:28:39 GMT -5
OOC: Uh, he's Brambleclaw's son so he'd be he nephew. BIC: I heard one of the elders had greencough...went hunting near Twolegplace...tried to get herbs...dog attacked...small, but...
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