Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2010 22:03:19 GMT -5
'Lynxpaw was in the river, once again, swimming with all her might towards the floundering cat. As she neared the she-cat she recognized the patched fur as Tawnypaw, gasping for breath as the icy current tried to drowned her. As Tawny's head was dunked underwater, Lynx dived and clamped her jaws around the cat's scruff and pulled her above water.
She turned and pushed with every ounce of strength she had towards the shore until her feet touched land and she dragged the soak Tawny onto safety. She coughed up mouthfuls of water and lay there, breathing with ragged breaths until she could get up. Tawny was fainted, but 'OK'. She lay against the apprentice, trying in vain to find warmth.
Chewpaw sprinted up to them, uncomfortable and scared, babbling along about keep Tawny safe. He ordered Lynx to get Mintheart, but the medicine cat appeared like magic. Lynx was pushed to the outskirts or the frightened group, not again talked to. She turned and limped away, weak and hurt.
Then the picture melted away and she was laying in a puddle of icy water, unconscious. When she woke her head ached, her vision was blurred, and her legs were painfully stiff. She lay there for a few moments before struggling to her feet and weakly walking back to camp.'
Everything disappeared and Lynxpaw woke up, gasping. She was so wea that she could hardly open her eyes, much less, take in her surroundings. Her dream replayed over and over again in her mind as she lay in her nest, sweating, though not hot. She felt frozen and knew she had taken on a fatal disease.
She shivered and pain racked her body, making her cry out in agony, which hurt even more. She breathed raggedly, taking in shaky and weak breaths that scratched her throat and made a strange sound.
And there, in her bed, the tiny shadow knew she was clinging to the last of her life and, if she wished, she could let it all go and fade away, like her dream.
The Blade of Grass, the Forgotten Soul, the Friendless Survivor. You could nickname her easily, the poor girl.
She took in a ragged and uneven breath, her heart screaming at her to stop, and cried out pitiously in pain. Her spirit writhed, struggling to keep the little she-cat alive, and almost failing every time. Lynx shook with fear as a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She would have liked to lay down and let death come and finish her quickly, she wouldn't have to suffer the burden of poverty and pain, then; or climb to her paws and stagger to the medicine den to await treatment; but neither were a possibility. Laying down and leting death take it's prey could keep her miserable in StarClan, if she ever got there; and she was too weak to even blink an eye, much less, walk to he medicine den. SHe could just wait and hope something would come up and save her.
She let out a small mrrow of laughter, which made her heart burn, at her own pitious state. Never, in her life, had she imagined herself too weak to do anything. She was the impunitant one in her clan. And now she was confined to her nest, so weak, helpless, and innocuous.
She went limp as a single tear of sadness dripped from her eyes and onto her cheek, where it traveled down her face and onto her nose and finally ended it's journey by falling into the moss nest below.
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OK, just to let ya'll know, her dream was the happenings in 'Horrid Nightmares'
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Notes: This is an insidious disease, in other words, more dangerous than evident. Mintheart may not realize how close to death Lynx is at first.
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She turned and pushed with every ounce of strength she had towards the shore until her feet touched land and she dragged the soak Tawny onto safety. She coughed up mouthfuls of water and lay there, breathing with ragged breaths until she could get up. Tawny was fainted, but 'OK'. She lay against the apprentice, trying in vain to find warmth.
Chewpaw sprinted up to them, uncomfortable and scared, babbling along about keep Tawny safe. He ordered Lynx to get Mintheart, but the medicine cat appeared like magic. Lynx was pushed to the outskirts or the frightened group, not again talked to. She turned and limped away, weak and hurt.
Then the picture melted away and she was laying in a puddle of icy water, unconscious. When she woke her head ached, her vision was blurred, and her legs were painfully stiff. She lay there for a few moments before struggling to her feet and weakly walking back to camp.'
Everything disappeared and Lynxpaw woke up, gasping. She was so wea that she could hardly open her eyes, much less, take in her surroundings. Her dream replayed over and over again in her mind as she lay in her nest, sweating, though not hot. She felt frozen and knew she had taken on a fatal disease.
She shivered and pain racked her body, making her cry out in agony, which hurt even more. She breathed raggedly, taking in shaky and weak breaths that scratched her throat and made a strange sound.
And there, in her bed, the tiny shadow knew she was clinging to the last of her life and, if she wished, she could let it all go and fade away, like her dream.
The Blade of Grass, the Forgotten Soul, the Friendless Survivor. You could nickname her easily, the poor girl.
She took in a ragged and uneven breath, her heart screaming at her to stop, and cried out pitiously in pain. Her spirit writhed, struggling to keep the little she-cat alive, and almost failing every time. Lynx shook with fear as a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She would have liked to lay down and let death come and finish her quickly, she wouldn't have to suffer the burden of poverty and pain, then; or climb to her paws and stagger to the medicine den to await treatment; but neither were a possibility. Laying down and leting death take it's prey could keep her miserable in StarClan, if she ever got there; and she was too weak to even blink an eye, much less, walk to he medicine den. SHe could just wait and hope something would come up and save her.
She let out a small mrrow of laughter, which made her heart burn, at her own pitious state. Never, in her life, had she imagined herself too weak to do anything. She was the impunitant one in her clan. And now she was confined to her nest, so weak, helpless, and innocuous.
She went limp as a single tear of sadness dripped from her eyes and onto her cheek, where it traveled down her face and onto her nose and finally ended it's journey by falling into the moss nest below.
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OK, just to let ya'll know, her dream was the happenings in 'Horrid Nightmares'
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Notes: This is an insidious disease, in other words, more dangerous than evident. Mintheart may not realize how close to death Lynx is at first.
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