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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Apr 21, 2009 17:40:20 GMT -5
"That's loads of help." Tommy mutterd so only the small kit can hear, and slowly reached out a paw to steady her, responding in some snarls and throaty growls from the MysticClan audience.
RiddleSoul, impatient for something to happen, lazily called out, "So what are you doing with IrishKit?"
Tommy blinked and explained, "She was..uh..attacked by a hawk. Brought her back to camp for you. Enjoy."
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Post by Willowishness on Apr 21, 2009 18:44:27 GMT -5
Some especailly stupid cat loudly called that there was no cat named 'IrishKit' in MysticClan.
IrishKit's eyes teared up again, but only for a second before she yowled back that there was indeed a cat named IrishKit and that when she ruled the clan as IrishStar, she'd throw him out for the vultures when he became an elder.
The cat looked like he was about to argue back at the kit, but was shushed by a queen.
The white kit glanced up at Tommy again.
"You should run away before they try to force clan judgement on your head." She mewed quietly.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Apr 22, 2009 14:52:08 GMT -5
"Yeah. So, good luck with life, IrishStar." Tommy backed toward the entrance, turned, and walked away. He was gone before anyone could close in.
That's when MudDog closed in, scooping up the little white kit and rushing back to the medicne cat. "Now what happened exactly and who was that?" He questioned while sniffing over IrishKit's wounds.
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Post by Willowishness on Apr 22, 2009 17:47:33 GMT -5
"Well I was out following this really white cat, but then it disapeared and I was lost and then I followed a butterfly and watched a dung beetle and saw a really fast shadow. A hawk attacked me and I barely survived because that Rogue, Tubby, killed it. But I was wounded and stuff." IrishKit parted her jaws in a yawn, her tiny but needle-sharp teeth flashing breifly in dilluted sunlight coming through the medicine den entrance.
"You know, I'm seven moons old now. Do you think could talk to NightStar about making me an apprentice?"
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on Apr 23, 2009 15:08:38 GMT -5
MudDog ignored her question, taking off the banages Tommy had placed, applieing a salve to the wounds, before patching them back up with new banages.
"Does anything else hurt?"
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Post by Willowishness on Apr 23, 2009 16:44:13 GMT -5
"Other than my pride at you're ignoring my question, no." IrishKit looked around the den with masked interest. It could be fun to lead the other three kits in here. They'd all enjoy a day of squashing berries, tearing leaves and eating anything that smelled good.
IrishKit's face brightened.
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Post by _)Misty-ith(_ on May 1, 2009 16:51:56 GMT -5
MudDog sighed. "I'll talk to NightStar as soon as I can..." He had been super busy lately, what with taking care of the three kits and the rest of the Clan. Having IrishKit up his butt about becoming an apprentice wasn't helping, but he knew she did need a ceremony soon.
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