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Old June 16th, 2017, 12:42 PM
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Default Re: ThunderClan Medicine Cat's Den

 
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Originally Posted by Random Melody View Post
( @Spirit @Eye Of The Storm )
Snowstar scooted back slightly, not wanting to crowd the kit too much. "No?" She tilted her head slightly, briefly disappointed. Maybe the kit just didnt have a name. Snowstar studied Runt, her ice blue hues flickering over his black fur for a moment. "Thats fine. My name's Snowstar." She smiled gently. "So, what can I call you, sweetheart? If you're gonna stay in ThunderClan, you gotta have a proper name." She purred. Of course, she knew there was the possibility the kit didnt want to stay, but at the same time, she would at least get him to stay until he was better, fit enough to go out on his own. She couldnt force him to stay in the Clan, after all, even if she did hate the idea of him being out on his own again. Wow, attached already,


Runt peered up at the molly as she once again spoke. She sounded really nice, was one of his first thoughts. But he kept pushing them away in his paranoid belief that he was in danger.
First, he took notice at the fact that she had called him sweetheart. Was this just a way to lure him into trusting her? But at the same time, the tone in her voice had sounded so.. Truthful.. Second, he was slightly confused as to when she asked him what she could call him, and that he needed a -proper- name. He'd never had a proper name.. So.. Could he choose by himself now?
Getting a really thoughtful look in his eyes, he thought about that for a moment. As far as he could understand, these cats did not have 'normal' names. Wheatfur, Snowstar? Well.. That probably meant that he could choose anything, right?
"Ant"
The word, or name as if was about to be, just streamed out of him. He had had a moment of thought and had thought about the tiny, black creatures. In such a big crowd as this camp seemed to be, he felt like one of them. Pitch black and tinier than anyone.
His voice was hoarse even by saying just one word. It was clear that he had had an extremely bad cough. He had stopped coughing up blood a few days ago, but he still coughed once in a while, and his voice was clearly affected.