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Post by Summerthyme on Nov 15, 2020 16:28:51 GMT -5
(I can’t with this thread 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I’m dying)
She moaned as the two she-cats bickered. At this point despite the pain her mind was clearing as he realized they could very well be of no help at all. She rolled into a upright position and tried to get to her paws. She knew what a medicine cat was. “Medicine cat.” She panted blood now soaking her shoulders and for legs where the Fox had caused her open wounds.
"See! She agrees!" Jetstar sighed, forcing herself to breathe. She had to think. One of them would have to go to the medicine cat and the other had to stay with the queen. But as she tried to get her sense back the mounting realization was she was probably the best equipped to care for the queen.
"We need to stop the bleeding first!" Jetstar said taking the cobwebs from Dancingdragon and beginning to apply them on the queen's wounds. "Everything else I think is just, breathing and pushing... right?"
"Alright, ALRIGHT!" Dancingdragon cursed StarClan in defeat. Jetstar had a point, and even the half conscious cat at their paws was crying for someone more qualified than their idiotic pair. "Hurry up and go find someone then. You're wasting time," the trusted hissed.
She shouldered the leader aside and took over the cobweb application, using her weight to put pressure that would curb the bleeding at least some.
Jetstar stepped off the queen, and shifted paw to paw torn. "Start shouting if it's going wrong." She decided on the course of action. Before she turned and tore back to camp.
"Hey! We need some help!" She called. "Someone fetch Softpelt or Fawnheart, or really any queen or former queen will do!" She called as she went.
If someone could hear her as she went and could react and get the cats moving. That'd be very helpful.
Post by Summerthyme on Nov 15, 2020 16:42:31 GMT -5
As Dancingdragon hissed her reply to Jetstar the queen screeched as a rough contraction hit her like a wave. A small spotted kit made its entrance into the world. She whimpered as she looked over at it but her muscles were tensing from the pain and she was an able to reach her. She realized she was going to have to rely on these idiots after all.
Jetstar had only gone a few steps away when she heard a thump and she cursed. "And this was why I didn't want to separate-"
She trailed off as she came back to the sight of Dancingdragon passed out. And next to the shuddering queen, a small bundle of spotty fur lay at her side.
"Oh for StarClan's sake." Jetstar grumbled to herself.
Hopefully someone had heard her shouting and would come to help them. But in the meanwhile it was time to be a leader, and that meant faking that she could help this.
"Right, right, I've been here before." She said taking a few breaths. "Okay, okay, just gotta check the kit... i think I nip open the sac it's in, then gotta get it to start breathing."
She freed the kit from the sack and began licking it to try and get it breathing. Or something. Or was it to warm it? But she didn't stop.
Post by Summerthyme on Nov 15, 2020 18:37:15 GMT -5
The she-cat couldn't believe the kind of day she was having. First she was simply trying to find a new safe place to nest. How was she supposed to know it was also a den a fox was interested in making a home!? Then instead of just moving along she tried to fight it off. That went well.
Now here she was hanging onto life by a thread while giving life at the same time. She could already tell she was going to have a long rough recovery ahead of her. Maybe even permanent damage.
These strange cats, Jetstar, and Dancingdragon, as she had gathered their names were; were doing all they knew how to do to help her. Despite their short comings one kit was born. Like a little leopard in Jetstar's tender care.
She grunted as another contraction raked her but no kit came quite as quickly this time. "Thank you." she meowed though her gaze shifted worriedly towards Dancingdragon who lay passed out next to Jetstar.
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on Nov 16, 2020 14:47:32 GMT -5
oh boy here comes Goldengriffon to try and help lmfao
Goldengriffon had began to pace around. He had managed to arrange the patrols for the evening and the dawn, and even managed to arrange some hunting parties. He had started getting the hang of his new role as deputy.Jetstar had left in an attempt to learn more about the territory, or so he assumed. He noticed that the leader liked to go off on her own from time to time which was fine. It would be good for her to learn more about the territory of her new clan. But the pale tabby had grown worried. She had been gone for quite some time now, and he feared that something had happened to their new leader. His blue eyes glinted as he glanced back at the camp. It wouldn't be a good idea to leave them alone without a deputy or a leader. But the medicine cats were here. Surely they would be alright.
The deputy quickly ran out of the camp. He searched for the scent of Jetstar and followed the scent trail. He quickly picked up on Dancingdragon's scent as well... along with another cat... oh no. When he caught the scent of a fox he had acted without thinking. He ran through the mountain forest, jumping over boulders and logs before skidding to a halt. Goldengriffon's fur was on edge, but he had made it. But what had he stumbled upon? There was no fox but it was clear the damage was done based on the state of the injured queen. Dancingdragon had fainted and was Jetstar delivering kits? "What in Starclan's name is going on?!" He yowled
"Goldengriffon! Thank StarClan you're here! Do you know how to deliver kits?!" Jetstar asked as she set the little leopard looking kit close to it's mother's head.
She caught the mother looking towards Dancingdragon and she spared a glance over to the trusted. Flank still rising and falling- Yup! Still alive.
"She's fine she just," Jetstar glanced back at Dancingdragon before trying to put on her best reassuring expression to the poor queen trying to kit. "Just taking a nap is all, it's fine, don't worry focus on kitting."
A woozy Dancingdragon rose back into consciousness, though still looked plenty green and nauseous. "Is it it? she moaned loudly, but casting an apprehensive look towards the mother and the singular kitten, she knew it was far from done.
"No it's not over if that's what you're asking, but Goldengriffon is here, so either he knows more than you and I... for some reason though I'm certain he's younger than even me. At the very least he can go get the medicine cats." Jetstar said as she kept her focus on the queen in distress. "Shoot Dancingdragon, give me the stick, I just realized I hadn't given it to her..."
Then she considered the queen, hesitating. Would giving her a stick be a good idea? She needed to breathe. Would breathing be hampered by a stick clenched between her teeth?
Well there had to be a reason medicine cats wanted to give it to queens. So Jetstar was just gonna run with it.
Post by Summerthyme on Nov 16, 2020 20:38:15 GMT -5
The queen had just enough time to register the Tom they were Calling Goldengriffin, what strange names these cats had, before taking the stick in her jaws and clamping down as another contraction his and a little black she-kit with orange, brown, and tan splotches made her appearance. This kit had broken free from her sack already and was sputtering against the fluid that had stolen into her little lungs. She meowed in protest.
The shecat dropped her stick and licked the leopard kit tentatively trying to keep the kit warm. She was starting to trust these other cats and knew they would care for the new kitten.
"Never mind, guess you're staying Goldengriffon." Jetstar meowed, "If another one comes start licking it to warm it up." She told her deputy as she picked up the new kit that the queen had pushed out. Jetstar's composure returning after the initial panic had passed.
"We'll help her with her kits, and then once all of them are out, one of us has to run and get Fawnheart." Jetstar told her deputy and trusted. "But just everyone keep breathing." She said glancing towards Dancingdragon and then the queen. "You're doing really good, your kits look fine, this one has quite the set of lungs!" Jetstar said with a purr as she worked on licking the kits chest, hoping it might help with it's spluttering.
The next time she saw Littlestar she was going to tell her she was amazing for not only handling her own pregnancies but others.
The thought made Jetstar a little sad, as she already knew she'd lost grand niece to Bloodystar. But she quickly smothered that hatred. Now was not the place, this mother and her kits needed her, as did her clanmates. She redoubled her efforts on the newborn kit.
Holding back the urge to vomit, Dancingdragon (for once) followed Jetstar's order without argument, dropping the stick and nudging it close to the queen. Another kit "fell out" but she managed to stay conscious this time around, and she moved to place her paw against the she-cat's quivering belly fur. "I don't think it's over yet," whined the white feline. Why couldn't it have stopped at one? Nevertheless, she mustered more courage than what it took to fight off the fox and murmured, with a confidence she didn't feel, "It's alright! We've totally got this now!"
Post by Summerthyme on Nov 22, 2020 16:22:10 GMT -5
“How many more could there be!?” The queen whimpered as she thirties her muzzle in the squirming leopard she-kits soft drying fur. She was growing rather fluffy from the warmth in now drying her coat. Another contraction but no kit yet.
"Just hang in there," Jetstar urged, lifting her head from the kit she'd been licking. "Dancingdragon, now that you're up go head back to camp. Goldengriffon and I can stay here to help her with anymore kits she has left." She told the trusted, hoping that if Dancingdragon left the situation that would decrease the chance of her fainting again.
Plus they really did need a medicine cat to help the queen recover from her injuries she'd sustained from the fox as well as the strain of kitting.
"Oh thank StarClan." The white feline was more than happy to let the leader take over in this particular instance. Her eyes settled on the queen briskly, offering a small word of encouragement, then bounded from the scene and headed towards camp. "Fawnheart! Get out of my way--" she snarled at the unfortunate souls that dared enter her path, "-- I need Fawnheart!"
Fawnheart was getting some well-needed rest in her den when she was suddenly interrupted by her name being called with a sense of urgency. She shot to her paws and bolted from the den, seeking out the cat that was calling for her. "Who? What? What's happened?" She asked, her brain still groggy from her deep sleep as she forced her eyes to adjust to the bright light of day.
