[KKShift]

Originally Posted by Marble

[CENTER @Spirit! @KKShift @Ashley / Kestrel)

Jaysong rushed into the medicne cat den. Long legs hurriedly dodged the patches of slushed snow. Blood coating her throat and bottom jaw as her youngest daughter hung from her jaws. Swaying with the forceful strides of the queen. Her frantic movements gave away her panicked mood, her large round eyes darting from each cat. Challenging them to look her back in the face or at her kit. Dangling, her mangled body bleeding and broken from the fall. Eyes shut so tight, her arms curled into her small body her legs extended as if she was prepared to hit the ground at any moment. Her jaw hung half open with horror, perfectly caught on her face just before she fell. The sound of the cracking, the sound of falling echoed eternally in her ears. Echoing off her failure as a queen. She suddnely felt flushed, crushed by the eyes of so many cats looking at her in bewilderment. It hurt her. "KESTRELBERRY!" she cried out from between the lumps of fur sticking to her teeth and lips. Her emotion flooding free from her eyes. "PLEASE! It's mistkit! HELP ME PLEASE!" she cried again.


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(@Marble @Ashley/Kestral @Spirit)

Mistkit heard quite a bit of noise when she came to. Her mother? Or was she actually in Starclan? She opened her eyes slightly, looking through the bloodshot slits to find herself cuddled in what she was hoping was her mother’s fur. She tried to decipher the mysterious cat with her nose, but was met with the nauseating smell of blood.
Her shoulder hurt. A lot. It was a weird hurt, more of a tingle, but at the same time it felt like she was being stabbed over and over. Is this what dying feels like? Was she such a bad kit she was being sent to the Dark Forest to be punished for her sins? Was she reprimanded from Starclan? Was she dead?
Her whole body tensed and untensed. She let out a whale, crying for help. She wanted her momma. She to curl up next to her and sleep. She wanted to share her first frog with her. Maybe if they were as disgusting as the apprentices told her, she would spit it on Jaysong and then they would laugh about it and Jaysong would get agitated, but she would still love her.
Her thought’s were cleared away as she was placed onto what she could only assume was a bed of moss, just like back in the nursery. Maybe She was up in Starclan, and she would wake up tomorrow morning, fueled with energy and play around with the other kits. Maybe she would meet Moondancers lost daughter, Wolfpaw. Wolfpaw would most definitely be greatful to ask how Moondancer was doing. She would tell her that Moondancer was fine, and had more kits of her own. Wolfpaw would be slightly agitated by the fact Moondancer was more or less replacing her, but she would be much happier that she had five healthy siblings.
She felt the mystery cat curl up around her and start licking her face and the right side of her body. The licks hurt more than the actual pain, but they were also comforting. She pushed herself closer the the pelt with her left legs, curling up and letting out a millisecond of a purr. No. She was in too much pain to purr. She frowned and tried to raise her head. She was too weak.
It was so comfortable though. The warmth and the softness of the mystery cat’s body. She was so tired, she could just curl up for eternity...