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Post by owlfury on Dec 7, 2009 13:50:15 GMT -8
Snakestrike followed them. Breathpaw's story shocked her. They were about halfway back to camp when waves of pain began down her side. She gritted her teeth. Was it her kits? Were they coming?! The contractions grew stronger and more painful. She let out a pathetic wail and sank to the ground.
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Post by lighty on Dec 7, 2009 16:58:01 GMT -8
Breathpaw turned to Snakestrike when she heard her gasps. She ran over and looked over the she-cat, how was shaking in pain.
"It's okay, it's okay," She said. When Breathpaw got nervous, she repeated things. From the outside she looked calm, but she felt helpless which made her nervous, "The kits are coming. The kits are coming. We need...we need borage leaves! Yes, borage leaves! And....thyme? Is that it? Maybe. I hope- just- uh....Branchadder?"
Breathpaw looked at her mentor hopefully, wishing he know if her small knowledge on herbs was right, "Branchadder, should we try giving some to her? But I don't even know what thyme looks like...." She glanced down at Snakestrike who was shaking in pain. She whispered in a soothing voice, "It'll be okay, just think about the beautiful kits that are coming."
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Post by Cardinalsong on Dec 7, 2009 17:16:59 GMT -8
All at once, when Snakestrike collapsed and the chaos broke out, Branchadder hissed--dropped all of his prey--and darted over to Breathpaw's side, nudging her forcefully aside.
"Go! Run and get Rockwhisker!" he growled firmly, leaving no room for argument. "Quick as you can, Breathpaw!"
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Post by lighty on Dec 8, 2009 12:37:09 GMT -8
(ooc: i forgot there was a med cat! XD goodess....)
Breathpaw jumped up, and like she hed before; ran. She ran like a WindClan cat, but with the eyes of a ThunderClan cat. She dogged everything till the medicine cat den was before her.
"Rockwhisker! Rockerwhisker! Snakestrike is having her kits in the forest! Please, please, do come!" She screamed, walking into the den, making sure she didn't knock over any herbs, "I'll help you carry."
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Post by owlfury on Dec 8, 2009 14:12:49 GMT -8
Snakestrike bit back another wail. It hurt so much! She closed her eyes. Was it supposed to hurt like this? Was it going all wrong? Please Starclan let the kits be alright!
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Post by Cardinalsong on Dec 8, 2009 18:14:24 GMT -8
(OOC: Has Rock even been on here recently? xD I think someone should pirate Rockwhisker...)
Now, Branchadder was no medicine cat--in fact, to be downright honest, the thought of working with sickly, hurt, or bloody cats--or any combination of the three--sickened him to his stomach.
But he tried hard as he could to keep such thoughts to the deepest part of his mind, and his attention focused primarily on Snakestrike.
"Uh--uh, j'st--just breathe, Snakestrike. I...uh, think that's what you do. It'll all be okay."
Oh, Stars, Rockwhisker better get there quickly...
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Post by lighty on Dec 9, 2009 14:19:08 GMT -8
(occ: OH WATEV!!)
Breathpaw saw no one in the den once she walked in. Rockwhisker must be out gathering herbs, "Great timing Rockwhisker!" She yelled though there was no one to hear her. Breathpaw had started to help in the medicine cat den when she was a kit, but had decided to become a warrior. She let her memories flood back to her and her heart hope as she grapped from herbs, making sure not to hurth them. She ran back out to Snakestrike and Branchadder.
Breathpaw reached them, and acted so amazingly calm and collected as she could manage (which was pretty good). She pushed the herbs to Snakestrike's mouth, "It'll be alright. It looks as if everything is going normally. Use all her strength to help the kits out. Now, eat the herbs- thyme should help your nervous." Breathpaw spoke in a soothing voice, hoping to calm Snakstrike, "It's okay, it's okay, Branchadder and I are right here to help. Just keep pushing."
She was suprised that she would remember the herbs correctly, but to be safe, she only took the ones she was absolutely sure about. Breathpaw sighed and looked at Branchadder, "Lay down and stop looking like a wired mouse. Who knows how long this will take." Breathpaw continued muttering pretty words to Snakestrike.
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Post by owlfury on Dec 10, 2009 13:30:18 GMT -8
Snakestrike did as Breathpaw told her. She chewed the bitter herbs, if she wasn't in such great pain she would have complained about it. She was glad she wasn't alone. She gasped as a strong contraction rippled down her side, momenst later she felt the first kit come into the world.
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Post by lighty on Dec 11, 2009 12:43:27 GMT -8
Breathpaw didn't breathe, mainly because she was so focused she forgot too. She picked up the little kit and pushed it over to Branchadder, "Lick (him/her?) quickly! Make sure (he/she?) stays warm!"
She moved her attention back to Snakestrike who was still shaking in pain, while the next kit was on it's way
(occ: so how many girls, how many boys, and do you want one to die? ect ect ect)
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Post by owlfury on Dec 11, 2009 18:00:50 GMT -8
Snakestrike groaned. HOw long was this going to take? She gritted her teeth again until the contraction passed. It seemed like moons before the next kit came into the world.
ooc: five kits total. two stillborn (second and fifth) fourth is alive when born but soon stops breathing. She-cats: first, second, fourth. Toms: Third, Fifth. Descriptions: 1st: small white, black stripe down back, black paws. (Ebonykit) 2nd: brown tabby 3rd: dark orange tabby (Flarekit) 4th: black 5th: white
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Post by Cardinalsong on Dec 11, 2009 19:54:26 GMT -8
Branchadder was quite reluctant--was he quivering, too?--but at Breathpaw's order, flinched a little and quickly bent to do as told, licking the kit and cleaning it until a good, loud wail sounded from the newborn's lungs.
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Post by owlfury on Dec 12, 2009 4:24:21 GMT -8
Snakestrike slumped on the ground exhausted. She prepared for another contraction. When it came it brought another kit with it.
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Post by lighty on Dec 12, 2009 5:17:14 GMT -8
Breathpaw cursed as she moved the second kit. It was cold and not breathing. She looked at Branchadder, not wanting the words to form on her mouth. She placed the kit next to him and moved back.
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Post by owlfury on Dec 12, 2009 13:04:13 GMT -8
The last three kits came quickly after the first two. At the end of it all, Snakestrike was exhausted. She couldn't even lift her head.
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Post by lighty on Dec 12, 2009 16:23:24 GMT -8
"Wow," Breathpaw breathed. Two of the kits were stillborn, the second and the fifth. She set their tiny bodies off to the side to bury them later. She looked at Snakestrike warmly, "Wow, you did amazing. What beautiful little kits."
After licking the three kits, she pushed them over to Snakestrike's belly to nurse. She watched the kits and their mother, love shinning in her eyes. She shook her head, returning to reality and looked at her mentor, "As soon as she can stand, we are leaving."
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