Lost

[lightningstreak]

Stranded and hungry, a lone black kit layed in a huge hole under a bush. His black, silky pelt fluffed up from the stong wind coming in. Eyes yet opened, he lays there, hungry, and loosing strength. He mews, calling out to his mother. He continues to mew, waiting for her to come to him but she never did. His mews echoed in the wind as he cries out. "Mew....mew....mew...." He repeated. He could barley move since he hasn't had milk since the day his mother left him. He lays there, cold and defenseless and hungry, waiting for someone to come for him. The wind carries his sad, desprate mews across the land, hoping that someone will hear it and follow it. He stumbles as he tries to crawl away but fails. Without milk, he can hardly walk. His mews start to get slow and long, desperatly calling out for his mom, who will never come back for him.

[NightStrike]

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[atrb=background,http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv241/Fang01_2009/Posting%20Tables/Nightstrikemiddle.jpg] Night strike padded through the territory, getting one last lone patrol in before the storm hit. By the way the wind was gusting, It would be a big one. She had nearly finished when, low and behold, her finely tuned ears picked up the mewing of a kit. We have no kits! What's going on? She wondered, and made off in the direction of the kit. She reached a bush and smelt the kit, sickly and weak. She peered down and saw a skinny black kit, and it smelt as if it's mother had left it for days. her sent was completely washed away. But the warrior code said to help any kit in trouble, and Nightstrike wasn't about to break the warrior code. "Hey, little one. Will you come back to my home with me?" She asked, wanting to go with the kinder approach first. She'd take the kit whether it wanted to go or not, but best gain it's trust first.

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[lightningstreak]

Ears twitching a little, the back kit heard another cat walking up to him. Eyes still not opened and still very weak, she continues t mew. "Mew...mew...mew..." The kit mewed until hhis voice started to give up. He heardthe cat asking him if he wanted to come with her. "Mew...mew...mew..." He continued as he tried to stumbleoverto her but couldn't move. He kept tryingto move his weak body over to the he at but could. "Mew...mew...mew..." He continued, asking her t help him. H wanted a mother to rasise him. He wouldn't be able to last another day without any milk. He gently rests his head on th cold ground, struggling to keep his head up. "Mew...mew...mew..."

[NightStrike]

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[atrb=background,http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv241/Fang01_2009/Posting%20Tables/Nightstrikemiddle.jpg] Nightstrike looked at the little kit with pity. It had no mother, and was here alone without any milk. Well, she would soon change that. She gathered the little scrap of fur up in her mouth, holding it firmly but gently. Then she turned and sped off towards the camp, hoping to find their medicine cat Ivypool there instead of out in the field. As she left, rain began to fall, fitting for the atmosphere. Ivystar won't be happy with a kit being abandoned by it's mother, she knew, but happy that Nightstrike was there to save it. A streak of lightning lit up the sky as she raced home, leaving a deafening crash that she pinned her ears back against. Yup, Time to go home.

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[lightningstreak]

Squirming from the pick up, his eyes still closed,the black ki kept moving arund, trying t get cmfortable. "Mew...mew...mew..." Hekpt mewing. He starts to stop mewing when the she-cat started to run off. He remembers, in a foggy memory, of his mother doing the same thing to him. He mew loudly when a roar of thunder was heard. "Mew...mew...mew..." He cried as the became scared of the storm. He wanted to be safe from harm, he wanted a mother to raise him, he wanted to see the world he was born in. He startedto feel more weak from lack of milk. His soft mews starting to become quieter as he became tired.

[»Fang]

The light paws padded over the fresh earth. She loved the feeling of dew on her paws, the slight tang of mint in the air. She let her long tail be held in the air, As if she where telling some that she was here. Yet she didn't know of the kit that wAS struggling somewhere out there. Ivypool faltered for a moment. Nightstrike still had not returned. She sighed softly, closing her eyes. Warriors, always getting into things and stirring up trouble. It reminded her of herself when she had been a kit. She smiled and continued walking, her jaws slightly parted as she scented for herbs and Nightstrike.

She smelt the tinge of catmint in the air. Smiling to herself as if she where pleased from finding the herb so close to camp, she padded lightly over to the herbs and crouched as her sharp fangs bit into the stalks carefully. She left the roots there so the plant could replenish. She then noticed there was huge bushes of catmint around her. Atleast if anyone got greencough or whitecough, they would have enough for the whole clan; and possibly more.

Shruggig off the thoughts, she picked up the stems and continued back to camp. Along her was she paused and grabbed some yarrow and marigold. Atleast she had found a few herbs today. She trotted through the mossy rock tunnel, which lead into camp. She brushed her tail against her hind leg as she padded to her den, and froze when a rumble of thunder sounded out about. She looked up to see black, dark clouds and pale streaks of lightening running through the clouds. She continued to pad to her den, and placed the herbs in the storage. She guessed she'd have to lay them out into the sun later.

Placing the herbs by the entrance to the storage, she left the storage, sliding back through the hole in the side of the wall, and shoving the bramble back over it. Nobody but she knew about the secret hole, hwich was big enough to hold about ten cats. Getting a quick drink of the cool, fresh water in the small pool by the hole in the wall, she shook herself and padded back into the camp clearing. She looked sadly around camp as she sat down in the shade of a tree. Only she and Nightstrike where the only cats in Ivyclan. She sighed and looked at her paws, wondering; where was Nightstrike?

At that moment rain began to fall. A fat drop hit her on the head, making her shake her head and flick the rain off. She tilted her face toward the sky and jumped in surprise when a defening roar rang out as llightening struck down from the sky, and rain began to slowly come down and gradually became faster. Atleasat they would have water. Curling her tail around herself, Ivypool curled up under a huge fern, and lie there, staring at the rest of the clearing. Nightstrike, come home, where ever you are... she whispered before curling her tail around herself, trying to keep a little warm despite the fact that she loved rain.

[NightStrike]

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[atrb=background,http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv241/Fang01_2009/Posting%20Tables/Nightstrikemiddle.jpg] Nightstrike sped into the camp, and began looking around franticly for Ivypool. Nowhere that Nightstrike could see her, so she turned and took shelter under an overhanging branch, setting the kit down on her paws, and covering it with her tail, to keep it warm. "Ivypool! I need you!" Nightstrike yowled, before setting to the task of licking the kit's fur backwards. Hopefully Ivypool had something for a starving kit. Looking up, Nightstrike saw glistening drops of rain, as if starclan itself was crying for this kit, lost and alone. She smelt the fresh sent of rain and dirt, mixing to form the hazardous mud. How could a kit leave this before It has ever even experinced it? As far as Nightstrike was concerned, she would make this kit live. She couldn't let it die before it even had a chance to see for hear this great world they live in.

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[lightningstreak]

Laying on the cold ground after the she-cat put him down, he laid there. Struggling, he couldnt even crawl around anymore, let alone move his head. He laid there, unmoving but still alive, barley. He felt entirly thirsty. Not having any milk in three days was making him weaker. His mews soft and scratchy, he didnt even have enough strength to make loud mews. "Mew...mew...mew...." The little kit mewed as it laid there helplessly. He was able to feel the she-cat licking him but still couldnt see for he doesnt even have strength to open his eyes. His weak mews kept calling for milk. He missed the creamy substance that he had before his mother left him. "Mew...mew...mew..."

[»Fang]

The medicine cat had began to shiver as a cold draft of wind blew over her, making her sqeeze her eyes shut tightly. She pressed her tail tightly around herself, shuddering slightly. It was unusually cold during this rainstorm; rain pounded down hard. The medicine cat opened her eyes to slits that where barely seen. The wind blew around her, rufflnig her fur. She sat up and through the rain, she yowled, "NIGHTSTRIKE!". She lifted her face to the rain. Where was the warrior?

Anger at herself filled her as she sank her claws angrily into the ground, haning her head, her blue eyes staring at the earth. Nightstrike has to be here! She has to be. She glanced across the clearing to see rain pouring down hard, hitting the ground and turning the dirt into mud. She closed her eyes. What if Nightsrike had gotten stuck in the mud, and was drowning somewhere? But then again, it wasn't even mud season.

She retracted her claws as a sharp yet cool wave of calmness washed over her. She listened, the sound of the pounding rain fading in her eyes, and she heard a frantic yowl ring out. nightstrike. Her eyes flew open and she rose to her paws. She followed the sound, going in the direction she had heard the yowl in. She burst through a patch of undergrowth a few tail lengths behind the warrior. Ivypool froze when she heard the mewlings of a kit, clearly starving and hungry.

She flickered her tail tip silently and crouched beside the warrior, nudging Nightstrike with her shoulder, saying to move back. She smelt the kit and gave a tiny nod. She stood from her crouch and looked at Nightstrike patiently, her eyes calm, but questions gnawing at her stomach. "Stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." without waiting for a reply, she spun around and ran across the clearing, vanishing from Nightstrike's sight through the pouring rain. Ivypool burst through thee lichen covering the medicine cat den, gasping, and she quickly ran to the hole in the side of the den, pushing the bramble out of the way to reach her herb store.

Blundering into the cave, she tripped and landed on her chest, knocking the breathe from her lungs. Gasping, she stood and stumbled over to her herbs. Quickly she pawed through the neat piles and snatched a herb from a certain pile. She pushed through the bramble again quickly and snatched some clean moss from the corner beide the bramble that hid the herb sorage room. She dripped the moss into the clean, fresh water pool before turning and racing back to nightstrike.

Appearing beside the warrior, she handing the water soaked moss to her warrior and chewed the leaf she had to a pulp, and gently pushed the herbs into the kit;'s mouth when it oepned it to mew again. She rubbed the kit's throat gently, making the tiny thing swallow the herb. She grabbed the moss from Nightstrike and sqeezed it gently, sending drops of water into the kit's mouth, and she sqeezed until she was confident the kit had had enough water to gave it a little strength. She grabbed another leaf from the five leaves she had brought and chewed it into a pulp quickly, and she make the kit swallow the strengthing herb. Please be alright kit... i'm not going to let you die...

[lightningstreak]

The black kit spit the nasty herbs up and started to mew again. He just wanted some milk, he just wanted his mommy. "Mew...mew...mew..." His mews becoming a lot quieter and low. He felt tired and wanted to sleep. Somehow, he felt that falling asleep was a bad thing at the moment. He was shivering from the cold rain soaking him and the cold wind hitting him. "Mew....me....." was his last mew as he felt his throat becoming scratchy from the mewing he did for the oast three days. He laid there, almost dead like but is still alive, but barley alive.

[NightStrike]

(AAH FORGET THE TABLE! DX)

Nightstrike bent down and liked the kit, purring reassuringly. "Come on, little kit, you have to eat the herbs. You'll feel better if you do." I promised, wrapping my tail around him. I loved that little ball of fur already, and I would try and do what I had to to help him. "It's alright, little kit, I'm here. Eat the herbs and everything'll be alright.." I looked up at Ivypool with questioning eyes. If I tried to give it to the kit, he might take it. Maybe.

[lightningstreak]

The small, weak kit continued to mew as it snuggled in the she-cat's tail. He was already used to that voice and somehow knew that she would always be there for him. Still mewing from hunger, the kit slowly started to eat the disgusting herbs and swallwed them. Once he was finished, he continues to mew for he was hungry and wanted some milk.