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Post by Willowkit on Nov 16, 2006 12:19:49 GMT -5
Willowkit sat in the dirt unable to move. The cold was unbearble. sHe couldnt see, or smell very good. She tried to site up but wobbled and fell to the ground. She yowled for her mother. Where was her mother? She yowled again. Nothing...only the sound of something flowing and hersekf yowling...not one trace of her mother anywhere.
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Post by >>[S]ilver on Nov 20, 2006 11:30:25 GMT -5
((Brackenclaw will resce her, just as soon as he returnes from the gathering.))
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Post by Brightwing on Nov 21, 2006 7:59:38 GMT -5
Whitefire thought she heard something and then lift her nose and said out loud "I smell a kit"
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Post by >>[S]ilver on Nov 21, 2006 11:25:22 GMT -5
Brackenclaw darted over to the spot. The wind had sent him the sent of a kit. he saw a tiny kit, struggeling for air. he went over to it, and picked it up, senceing a pluse. "What do you make of it?" he asked Whitefire.
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Post by Brightwing on Nov 22, 2006 0:14:11 GMT -5
"It's alive" replied Whitefire said "Barly but alive it looks like the kit has been abandoed"
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Post by >>[S]ilver on Nov 22, 2006 10:39:09 GMT -5
"Lets take it to ivytail, we don;t want future warriors to die." he said, bounding off into another derection, to the camp.
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Post by Brightwing on Nov 23, 2006 4:56:47 GMT -5
Whitefire picked up the kit carfully and slowly went runing to the camp making sure the kit was not bumping into her
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Post by >>[S]ilver on Nov 23, 2006 11:52:11 GMT -5
Brackenclaw fallowed the she-cat.
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Post by Brightwing on Nov 30, 2006 4:21:32 GMT -5
Whitefire stopped often to rearge the kit as she ran toward camp
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