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Free Ranging
Lavenderkit shifted and was in a sort of coma. Her inability to move is her problem. She was partially conscious.Heronpaw nudged Lavenderkit with an outstretched paw.
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Lavenderkit shifted and was in a sort of coma. Her inability to move is her problem. She was partially conscious.Heronpaw nudged Lavenderkit with an outstretched paw.
"Are you hallucinating?" Coldshard looked for a convenient puddle to splash her with, and not finding one, he shut his mouth, staring strangely at the schizophrenic kitten.Lavenderkit shifted and was in a sort of coma. Her inability to move is her problem. She was partially conscious.
"No just cant move...""Are you hallucinating?" Coldshard looked for a convenient puddle to splash her with, and not finding one, he shut his mouth, staring strangely at the schizophrenic kitten.
Huffing, Crowpaw trotted over to the kitten, lifting her by the scruff. "Lets get a move on, then. Lets find what we need to find and get out of here." He growled through the fur."No just cant move..."
Coldshard happily obliged. The trees here were evergreen, the grass wasn't very tall either. Large hills were ahead.Huffing, Crowpaw trotted over to the kitten, lifting her by the scruff. "Lets get a move on, then. Lets find what we need to find and get out of here." He growled through the fur.
Huffing, Crowpaw trotted over to the kitten, lifting her by the scruff. "Lets get a move on, then. Lets find what we need to find and get out of here." He growled through the fur.
While padding along beside them, Heronpaw whispered like a shifty loner, "Let's place bets on how long he can carry an almost apprentice-aged cat."Coldshard happily obliged. The trees here were evergreen, the grass wasn't very tall either. Large hills were ahead.
Morningpaw snorted. "I doubt he'll be able to carrying her for even ten minutes. Look at him, he's skin and bones. Actually, more like just bones."While padding along beside them Heronpaw whispered like a shifty loner, "Let's place bets on how long he can carry an almost apprentice-aged cat."
A smile twitched on Coldshard's lip, but suffocated and died from the pure angsty mood radiating from him.While padding along beside them, Heronpaw whispered like a shifty loner, "Let's place bets on how long he can carry an almost apprentice-aged cat."
Heronpaw shrugged, "He's built for endurance, though, with all the running MapleClan does on the moorland. It could go either way." she returned his stare with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I know very well you can hear me, that was my intent."Morningpaw snorted. "I doubt he'll be able to carrying her for even ten minutes. Look at him, he's skin and bones. Actually, more like just bones."
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Crowpaw's ears flicked, and he halted, turning his cold blue gaze on the two she-cats. "I can hear you." He rasped around the kits scruff. "I can carry her for a while, then someone else can."
Crowpaw just stared at her, a frown carved onto his muzzle. "Whatever." He muttered, turning away and continuing on. His strides her slow, but long and sure. He was almost slinking with the way his movements where, belly low to the ground, tail swaying, head held just far enough off the ground so that the kit wouldn't bump against the earth.Heronpaw shrugged, "He's built for endurance, though, with all the running MapleClan does on the moorland. It could go either way." she returned his stare with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I know very well you can hear me, that was my intent."