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Lavenderkit shifted and was in a sort of coma. Her inability to move is her problem. She was partially conscious.
"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.
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.
Coldshard happily obliged. The trees here were evergreen, the grass wasn't very tall either. Large hills were ahead.
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."
 
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."
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."
 
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."

~

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."
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."
 
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."
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.

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"True, true." Morningpaw nodding, stumbling over her paws. Regaining her paws, she tilted her head slightly at Crowpaw's peculiar strides and body language. "Strange. I've never seen a cat walk like that before. But I guess that's MapleClan for you, full of surprises."
 

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