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Post by Ravenflame on Jun 7, 2015 13:19:26 GMT -6
Ravenflame was just chilling around camp, not doing anything in particular, when she felt pains. Huge pains. What in CloudClan's name ..? The tortoiseshell she-cat dubbed these pains as irritating, ignoring them until it became really painful. That's when she went to the medicine cats' den. She was wincing and panting by the time she was there. "I need help!" she called, buckling on the ground. Crowwing, Willowpool, Blackthorn Jean-Jacques Leroy
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Post by Crowwing on Jun 7, 2015 20:55:35 GMT -6
not really sure how far she is in her pregnancy, but I'm assuming she's about to have her kits at any moment?
"Ravenflame." he gasped, not expecting to see the young she-cat here. He wrinkled his nose. She could start kitting at anytime, unsure of how much longer she would have to wait until the pain would be gone. "Drink up," he mewed, coming to her side with some wet moss.
As much as she was panicking, freaking her out any more could harm her kits. 'If she gets any pain soonI'd have to give her something.' he noted.
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Post by Blackthorn Jean-Jacques Leroy on Jun 8, 2015 9:49:03 GMT -6
Blackthorn entered the den, but he made sure to stay out of Crowwing's way. He searched the den nervously for Willowpool. He was unsure if he wanted her here to see this. Considering their past. "You'll be fine, Ravenflame." He tried to console her when she began to panic. "Crowwing knows what he's doing." He sat down and again made sure not to say too much nor get in Crowwing's way. He'd just be here for moral support and to calm and comfort Ravenflame.
Sure he was a bit anxious, but he was keeping his cool.
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Post by Ravenflame on Jun 8, 2015 10:42:49 GMT -6
what i've decided on for the plot is that she's delivering her kits early. only one will survive but it's almost dead. we have that person to rp that cat coming in soon ^^ btw we are not rping the actual birth. that's too awkward
Ravenflame looked up as Crowwing came into view. She relaxed a bit, drinking some of the water from the moss. The black and ginger cat looked up again when she heard her mate's voice. "Blackthorn ..." she murmured, wincing as she felt another sharp pain in her stomach. "Please tell me that I'm not doing what I think I am." she muttered, mainly to herself. It should be too early. I don't look like the queens.
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Post by Crowwing on Jun 11, 2015 21:54:20 GMT -6
Crowwing nodded, thanking the deputy for his praise. Assisting queens was something that was the norm of medicine cats, but it tended to be more of a female medicine cat's role to help with the procedure, but considering Blackthorn's history with Willowpool - nahh, he pushed that thought away.
He returned with chervil root, placing it beside Ravenflame. "Chew this up carefully, only swallowing the juice," he directed. Ravenflame looked smaller than most queens at this stage. Perhaps it was a premature coincidence?
"I don't know when the kits will come, but with her experiencing more pain, I'm sure that she'll be due anytime." He mewed towards Blackthorn, wondering how the tom was able to go after his apprentice then another she-cat so quickly. "I'll come back with borage since she'll need to get more milk soon." With this, the tom vanished to the back of the den where the inventory was.
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Post by Blackthorn Jean-Jacques Leroy on Jun 13, 2015 16:26:06 GMT -6
"You are going to be fine, Ravenflame." He flattened his ears, a bit worried. True he did have some concerns. But he knew Crowwing would handle it. "Mm.." He replied with a nod to Crowwing, watching him give her the herb then search his inventory. This reminded him a lot of the work he had watched his father do when Blackthorn had still been an apprentice in TreeClan.
"Y-You're gonna be okay."
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Post by Ravenflame on Jun 13, 2015 16:32:55 GMT -6
- insert fade moment here - Ravenflame had finished delivery. But, something didn't feel right. This was her first time delivering, but it still didn't feel like everything was okay. Where was the noise of the kits? The tortoiseshell she-cat looked around. "I-is everything okay?"Freckledfox
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Post by Freckledfox on Jun 13, 2015 22:24:54 GMT -6
The tortoiseshell female certainly didn't like this new, light place. And it was certainly colder. Being born had been a big ideal for the new kitten. It had been so peaceful before, so warm, and dark. She wanted to go back. But she could hardly move towards the only source of nearby warmth - her mother. The bodies beside her were small and carried no warmth, and she was too weak to crawl or whimper loud enough for someone to hear. Along with that, she could hardly breathe. Her tiny chest moved up and down too rapidly as she viciously yearned for air, something she'd never needed before, and something she wasn't getting.
The kitten lay on the floor of the den, oblivious to the other cats in the room and to the fact that she was dying. Her heart was beating too fast, weakly, and unevenly. She struggled for air, her throat beginning to clog up. Why wasn't anyone helping? Did they not notice? Perhaps they thought she was already dead, just like her siblings.
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Post by Crowwing on Jun 13, 2015 22:48:12 GMT -6
'Please look over them Cloudclan.' Crowwing prayed to the spirits to safety watch over the kits who did not make it. 'This happened to his previous litter too. . .' He felt inclined to suggest to the deputy to not even bother trying to be a father anymore, but how could he at this vulnerable state?
He did not expect for the last kit, the only one who seemed to slightly be moving to last much longer. As a medicine cat, it was his duty to try his best though. Borage. Slowly, the medicine cat made his way to the struggling kit, nuzzling it towards its mother for milk. Hopefully it would know what to do.
"Take these leaves. It'll help you produce milk" He said, then offering the borage to the queen, while licking the kit's fur to warm it up. "Your daughter would need it."
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Post by Blackthorn Jean-Jacques Leroy on Jun 15, 2015 9:47:57 GMT -6
"CloudClan.. why..?" The tomcat's haunches lowered and his ears drooped. Why did the world hate this guy? He too, knew he shouldn't father. But for some reason he felt compelled to. He loved watching his children grow and to be proud of these cat's he could care for and raise. Sure he could symbolically think of himself as a father to the Clan, or some mushy stuff like that. But it wasn't the same.
When he saw one had lived he felt tears well in his eyes and his ears pricked. "Please CloudClan don't take this one from us too.." He could only hope CloudClan had some pity for him. Plumkit had already been taken from him, they couldn't take his new daughter from him too.
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