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Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness
"Wait...." Her voice trailed away and she broke into a run. She scented something else, sort of like kits.... Redmoon was panting, and she slowed, looking back at Pinestorm. "Keep up!" She gasped, pushing harder, going faster. She wove between the trees, leaping brambles and duskung under low branches. Her heart pounded. It was definitely kits. She broke into a small area where two kits were. One of them was laying still, and she skidded to a halt beside them. She looked down at the still one, then turned to the other one. "What happened?" She asked gently, but impatiently as well.
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Picking up the pace, Pinestorm was now sprinting. His nose twitched as he picked up the gentle, nursery scent in the air.
Kits? What are they doing out of camp? Redmoon was ahead of him, a sense of urgency around her. He assumed that the kit scent had immediately put her senses on high alert. Finally, they arrived to a clearing with a stream nearby. He noted one kit on the ground, lying still, with another besides it. His ears picked up in concern, and he raised a paw hesitantly in the laying kit's direction.
It's so still... is it even alive? He vaguely heard Redmoon question the kit about what happened. All he cared about was the small movement in the still kit's chest, telling him it was still alive.
What do I do? He felt helpless, watching the kit lay there, knowing it needed help yet not knowing exactly what to do. He decided to stay still, not trusting himself to stay calm and afraid of making the situation worse if he did anything.