[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Midnighit ._. (QUACK)

Frogkit made a sort of choking, strangled sound, and a bit of water dribbled out ooptionouth. His eyes lolled, and then closed. His breathing was shallow, and he wouldn't be holding on much longer.

Originally Posted by Maplefur

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.

Redmoon stopped, standing rigid, then she bent down, grabbing the kit's scruff in her mouth. "Help me." She said around the kit's fur, starting to lift them up, deciding to bring the kit quickly to camp. She wasn't sure what else to, but she heard it breathing faintly, and she would bring it to camp, whether it dead or alive when they got there, she didn't care, just as long as she got it to camp, and fast. For she had a feeling that they wouldn't last much longer unless they got to camp where they could be treated. Urgency shown within the green depths of her gaze. She wasn't sure what to do, but taking it to camp seemed the best and safest option available.