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Post by Willowishness on Mar 28, 2009 13:33:12 GMT -5
IrishKit was lying on her belly with her legs sprawled out under her. She was just outside camp, watching a dung beetle roll it's load ever so slowly across the sand.
"Stars in heaven, I cant take much more of this." The white she-kit whined. NightStar was too busy not being a good leader to make her an apprentice. And ShadowedStorm was too busy being a leader when he wasnt supposed to be. She was seven moons now. Seven much-loathed moons spent watching over the little kits in the Nursery with nothing to do other than count moss scraps and watch dung beetles.
The kit sighed and got to her paws in a tired way. The sun was at its high point, but she wasnt hot; her white fur was perfect for her territory's temperature.
Unfortunately, she showed like a patch of snow on the dark brown earth.
When a shadow moved swiftly across the ground and over her, they away, IrishKit stared after it in confusion. How could there be a shadow here in this blazing sun if there was nothing to cause it? It clicked in her head and she looked up to the sky just in time to see a ginormous bird drop from the heavens in a 200 MPH dive towards her. She recognised it to be one of the giant hawks native to the CelestialClan mountains.
She barely had time to let out a shocked squeak before it crashed into her, driving out her breath and slashing with razor blade talons. She knew she was lucky that the diving hawk hadnt broken her spine. She'd seen rabbits die that way before.
After a quick scuffle, IrishKit was kicked back. Her head hurt, but she knew she'd landed at least one blow on the bird because there were feathers between her front left claws.
The hawk let out a furious scree.
"I'm not dinner!" IrishKit yowled back, getting knocked down again as the bird barreled into her.
The hungry hawk raked its talons over her shoulder and the white kit let out a cry of pain...
((Anyone big enough to help IrishKit.))
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Mar 28, 2009 13:43:55 GMT -5
A dusty red spark of fire exploded like a firecracker out of the brush, launching itself on powerful legs right on top of the bird. He was fast, quick enough to merely be a blur as he slashed and nipped at the hawk. It shrieked from the toms claws and he repeatedly tried to gouge at it's neck.
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Post by Willowishness on Mar 28, 2009 14:01:31 GMT -5
IrishKit shakily got to her paws, but fell almost instantly. Ouch.
I'm not going to faint, I'm not going to faint, I'm not going to...
The world got blurry, despite her mental desire to stay awake.
The last thing she saw was the red cat ripping into the bird.
Dont be a Rogue. Or any other cat that would eat me.
...
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Mar 28, 2009 14:05:38 GMT -5
Finally, the bird was down. The red tom's weight had driven it into the earth, and he had been able to finish it off. Leaping from the carcass, and with only a large talon-score above his eyes to show for the battle, he jumped down in front of IrishKit, sniffing at her.
She was out, and he wasn't quite sure what to do. So he dragged her into the shade and waited, moving almost once to catch rip a chunk from the dead bird and drag it nearer to where he had parked IrishKit. He settled down to eat, glancing at the white kit everynow and then.
....
It was night now. Time had dragged on. The dusty red tom, whom, in retrospect, couldn't have been much older than IrishKit, had patched up the white Clan kits wounds, but hadn't been able to reach his own, since it was above his eye.
The tom was spread out in his side, the position he would probably remain in until IrishKit woke.
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Post by Willowishness on Mar 28, 2009 16:12:55 GMT -5
IrishKit's white eyelashes fluttered.
Huge dark emerald eyes glanced swiftly up at the red cat, then were hidden behind pale lids again.
Luck of all lucks. Her rescuer was a Rogue. ^.^ Now maybe he'd sell her to the Gypsies or eat her like those cannibal vampire cats?
She tried to retain her deep sleep-like breathing but figured it was useless and that he must have seen her open her eyes, so she rolled onto her back and stuck her paws into the air in a comical dead-pose. She even stuck out her tongue.
"Have we met?" She meowed with remarkable braverly for a lone clan kit who had just been attacked by a hawk and was now in the custody of a Rogue. She cracked open one eye to stare up at the tom.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Mar 28, 2009 18:38:31 GMT -5
"You don't remember me? It couldn't have been that long ago.. eh, well the days in the Dog allies tend to run together." The red tom remained in his relaxed pose for a moment longer, before heaving himself to his paws. "You hungry?"
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Post by Willowishness on Mar 29, 2009 22:55:05 GMT -5
"Nah." For some reason, hawk seemed unappetizing.
IrishKit continued to stare up at the tom. Usually, cats had a hard time remembering things that happen when they are young. This must have been the case with IrishKit, because she still looked a bit confused, as if she were trying to place the tom's face.
Finally, after another moment, she leaned on her side to sniff the tom's front paw. Her frown transformed into a victoriously smug grin.
"You're that Rogue infiltrator!" She leaped to her paws.
"Fear the might of Mys-" IrishKit blinked dazedly.
Woah... dizzy.
The kit nose-dived into the sand again, feeling not-so-well.
Am I hurt? I wish there was a puddle I could look into...
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Mar 30, 2009 16:56:40 GMT -5
"Tommy." The red tom corrected. "And I wouldn't try to stand again, or at least not that fast. I saved your hide already; You think I'd do that just to eat you?" His amber eyes watched IrishKit, mostly out of amusment and curiousity.
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Post by Willowishness on Apr 1, 2009 21:54:32 GMT -5
IrishKit let out a mew-whine and curled into a ball, eyes shut tight.
One eye opened again after a moment, and she slowly uncurled,
"Are there any more carniverous doom-bringing air fowl?" She asked, dark emerald eyes sliding up to the bright blue noon sky.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Apr 7, 2009 8:33:22 GMT -5
Tommy uttered a sound that was similar to a chuckle. "Never heard someone describe a hawk or falcon like that before. Nah, haven't seen anymore. Haven't even spotted any buzzards around the one I killed." He paused. "What the heck were you doing out her in the first place, numskull?"
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Post by Willowishness on Apr 7, 2009 18:31:20 GMT -5
"Hmm..." IrishKit's head tipped to the side. Her eyes unfocoused as her memory skipped back to the moments before the hawk attack.
"You know... I really dont remember." She shuffled her paws in the sand, a slight frown on her face.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Apr 10, 2009 11:30:09 GMT -5
Tommy snorted. He clearly wasn't too happy with this. God, if Fracture found this out hed skin me for sure.
"Your intelligence excceds your age." he muttered.
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Post by Willowishness on Apr 12, 2009 21:15:49 GMT -5
IrishKit's frown had become more desperate and tears were springing in her eyes, turning them shiny like polished spherical dark emeralds.
I dont remember.
"I wana go home!" She mewed, her voice jumping to an impossibly high octave in her whine. The tears multiplied and began streaking down her white cheeks, turning pink where their trails brushed the dried blood from her scuffle with the hawk.
"Take me home..."
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Apr 13, 2009 15:36:14 GMT -5
Tommy blinked in surprise at IrishKit's sudden outburst. "Alright, alright. Gee, thought you'd be a little tougher than that." he commented in a half-mutter, striding over to where the kit lay and easily lifting her. He began to pad in the direction of the camp.
"Just make sure your Clan knows that I didn't attack you. I don't need MysticClanners up my butt for the next week." he mumbled through the mouthful of scruff.
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Post by Willowishness on Apr 14, 2009 21:52:15 GMT -5
IrishKit made a non-commital mew-mutter sound, tears still flowing.
"Wait!" Her eyes went wide for a moment and the water works haulted.
"Dont take me home. Yes, do. No, dont." Multiple personality issues?
"Actually," She seemed to gather her thoughts and make a decision,
"Yeah, take me home, for sure." Maybe next time, when I'm not wounded, I can go on an adventure...
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Apr 15, 2009 15:59:08 GMT -5
Tommy paused, listening to the kit argue with herself with slight confusion. He slowly started padding again. "What's with you? That bird knock you around a little too hard?"
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Post by Willowishness on Apr 15, 2009 19:19:25 GMT -5
"Silence, You." IrishKit growled, green eyes narrow on the Rogue tom. She tried to maintain a fierce look on her face as they went along, but failed when Tommy jumped over a fallen cactus plant, jerking her around a bit.
She sighed, tears now dry salt trails on her cheeks.
Camp was coming into view. Stupid old MudDog would get mad at her for leaving camp alone when she got there. He was always mad at her ever since she'd tried to eat HawkKit...
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Apr 17, 2009 19:20:32 GMT -5
"Scary." Tommy muttered in response. He could see the MysticClan camp now. He slowed, hesitant to walk forward now that there was the strong scent of so many cat's around. He set the white kit down, keeping his ears pricked for any sound of approaching cat. "You can make it from here?"
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Post by Willowishness on Apr 18, 2009 23:19:58 GMT -5
"Noes, I'll die." IrishKit collapsed in a pitiful gesture of defeat when he set her down. Her dark eyes rolled pathetically up to gaze at the Rogue apprentice in what she gauged would be the perfect mix of kit-helplessness and damsel-in-distress.
She really did need help getting back to camp and if he left now, she'd have to scream at the top of her lungs to get someone from camp to come find her. If some hawk didnt hear her first, that is.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Apr 19, 2009 11:17:03 GMT -5
The red Dog watched the kit with a slightly irritated feature. Finally, he sighed and glanced toward the direction of the camp. "Your going to make me bring you right into your camp, aren't you?"
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Post by Willowishness on Apr 19, 2009 12:40:34 GMT -5
"Totally." IrishKit let go of the sob-story to make way for an attempted-neutral almost smug face.
"And if you dont and I die 'cuz of you, I'll come back as a rabid weasel or prarie dog and bite you. Actually, rabbits are probably the best virus-spreading animals for that. Wait, no..." The white pelted she-cat seemed to be trying to come up with which animal in her limited list of beasts would be the best rabid cat hunter.
And apparently, she was a fan of reincarnation.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Apr 19, 2009 20:58:11 GMT -5
"Why me?" Tommy muttered, picking up the white jabbering ball of fluff and padding forward. "Out of all the rogues in the world, why me?" He started walking slower and hesitated at the camp entrance. He stuck his head in and looked around before taking the first couple steps. He tensed himself to run when someone saw him. "Don't turn on me kid." he mew-whispered.
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Post by Willowishness on Apr 19, 2009 22:30:46 GMT -5
Why you? You because you hang around my clan on suspicious buisness. I need to know what that buisness is... IrishKit surpressed her thoughts in order to maintain an innocent expression.
She glanced up at the tom holding her with wide eyes.
"The medicine den is that way." She pointed with her tail. Just then, half-a-dozen cats flooded from various dens looking hostile. The wind had picked up a second earlier and sent the Rogue's scent their way. How he'd passed all the patrols and walked into their camp unnoticed was beyond them all.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Apr 20, 2009 17:05:27 GMT -5
Tommy froze and looked at the numerous cats, his eyes betraying nothing. He slowly set down IrishKit. he didn't say anything, but nudged the little white kit a fraction, prompting her to say something.
RiddleSoul watched, unsurprised, from the FireSeers den.
MudDog dropped the mouthful of herbs he had at the entrance of the medicine cats den. He could see that IrishKit's wounds had been crudely repaired, but they still needed treated better. He wanted to go to examine her, but waited for osmeone to detain the rogue or drive him out or something.
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Post by Willowishness on Apr 20, 2009 18:19:46 GMT -5
IrishKit glanced around, solomnly meeting the eyes of a few of her clanmates before raising a back paw to scratch one of her ears vigrously for a good fifteen seconds, yawning while doing so.
Then she stopped and looked around a second time.
Well arent you gunna say something, Tommy?, She thought to herself.
She glanced up at the Rogue tom, who had frozen. He looked like he was about to bolt at any sign of attack from the startled clan cats. And he was giving her this look, like he expected her to say something.
"I feel faint."
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