Post by Kitty on Feb 10, 2010 13:43:09 GMT -6
I know, I know. Stripedpelt's bio was long enough. XD But still, if I'm feeling bored, I'll just come in here and post a story. Instead of, say, a paragraph in her history, it'll actually be written out instead. 
DAY OF BOREDOM #1
Utopia
"Stripedpelt! Mother! Come quick!" A silver tabby head popped up from a bundle of black and silver striped fur as a ginger tom peeped urgently into the elders den. "Its Ravenwing! Father!" he hissed. Gray eyes blinked sluggishly for a heartbeat, temporarily disoriented. Then understanding gleamed in them.
"Ravenwing? Is he ill again?" Stripedpelt's eyes gleamed with worry. This was the third time since her mate had joined the elders that he'd fallen ill. If it kept up like this, it was likely he wouldn't recover soon.
"Yes, mother!" Redwing rushed in and nudged his mother, urging her to her paws. But she needed no more help. She leapt to her feet and bolted out the entrance to the den. She might be old, but her legs could still work! Especially when a family member was sick!
Her paws followed the too-familiar route, carrying her to the medicine den. Redwing followed close behind. The medicine cat, Treeleaf, was already there, with another of Stripedpelt's kits. The ShadowClan deputy, Rippleflight. Both cats eyes were filled with worry, and as soon as the silver tabby she-cat entered the den, the stench of sickness plowed into her.
"Its just whitecough," Treeleaf assured her. "As long as it doesn't turn into greencough and with the help of my herbs, he should recover."
Stripedpelt gave a sharp nod and pushed on over to where her mate was curled in a nest, breathing in uneven, odd patterns. This was the same nest he'd used the past two times he'd been in here. Different moss, but it was in the same place. Redwing and Rippleflight followed her in and hovered a couple tail-lengths behind her as she leaned over to groom Ravenwing's fur.
"Oh, Ravenwing, you'll get better, and when you do, I'll have our sons and daughters fetch as all the frogs and lizards you can eat," she cooed as she cleaned him. His breathing was still off, and every so often a cough shook his body.
"I'll take my leave," Rippleflight murmured, coming to stand beside her elder mother. She touched her nose to Stripedpelt's shoulder.
"Of course, my wonderful daughter. You've got a Clan to help lead. Go on, go help them," Stripedpelt purred, licking her daughter affectionately on the head.
Rippleflight still looked a little uncertain. "You'll let me know if anything else happens?" she checked.
"Of course!" Stripedpelt was surprised. Ravenwing was the father of many of her kits, and many of them had kits of their own by now. She wouldn't want them to not know how he was doing. "I'll send for you if anything happens. IN the meantime, I trust you'll let all your siblings know of his illness?"
"They've already been notified," Redwing supplied, approaching his older sister and mother. "I had Hawksong help me with it, and they should all know by now."
Stripedpelt nodded in aprovement. Her famikly certainly was effecient. She figured that it was partly because of Rippleflight being deputy. "Go on, then," she mewed encouragingly. Both cats dipped their heads and murmured farewells, then backed out of the den.
A sudden bout of coughing returned her gray gaze to her beloved mate, and sent Treeleaf scurrying over to inspect him. He gave a nod, just as the coughing finished. Its only whitecough. Only whitecough, she reassured herself. There was no known cure for greencough yet. This time, the coughing woke Ravenwing up.
He looked at his mate and smiled. "Oh, Stripedpelt, there you are. Can you believe I'm sick? Again?" Ah. that was so like Ravenwing. Always trying to lighten the dark times in their family.
"Yes, my love. And Treeleaf says its only whitecough this time, so all you've got to do is not let it change into greencough and let his herbs get rid of the sickness! Just rest, and I'll be right here."
He drifted off again, and Stripedpelt spent the rest of the day with him. She only left when the medicine cat told her to get some sleep, and only when he promised to let her know if there was any change. Life continued on like that for a couple suns. She would go to the medicine den first thing in the morning, despite all of Treeleaf's warnings about her getting sick, too. Her kits stopped in for visits, every one of them at some point, most of them multiple times. Even her kit's kits stopped by.
The fourth sun, on her way into the medicine den, Treeleaf stopped her.
"Stripedpelt, I wouldn't go in there," he warned. "I was just coming to talk to you." He looked weary, like he'd been up a while with little sleep. And sad. Worried over something. "Its Ravenwing. His whitecough...well, it changed into greencough overnight."
Stripedpelt gasped out a stangled "no!" and shoved past Treeleaf into the den. Ravenwing was curled in his nest. It looked like some of the moss haad been changed, but not all of his. Damp moss was near his head so that he could drink when thirsty. But he didn't look like he would be needing it. He looked horrible, actually. Thin, pelt only clean from Stripedpelt's near-constant grooming. And suddenly, deep down, Stripedpelt knew that this time her mate wasn't going to get better. THere was no known cure for greencough, after all, and Ravenwing was too weak and old to fight it off on his own.
"Please let my kits know," she murmured as she crossed the den to sit by Ravenwing. He wasn't even coughing anymore, and Stripedpelt was certain that that was either something very good or very bad. It meant that he was either getting better - or getting worse. Maybe he was too weak to cough.
She resumed her place by his head, looking down at him. She was there for a while. Suddenly, coughing shook him, and his eyes opened.
"Ah, my beloved mate. You're back!"
"Of course, Ravenwing," Stripedpelt purred. But despite her attempts to sound encouraging, her voice was still filled with sadness. "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry, Ravenwing!" She buried her nose in his fur. "Its greencough! You've got greencough!"
But Ravenwing just laughed. "I know I do," he meowed, and his voice was rough and weak. "And I'm going to join StarClan." He was going to say something else, but severe coughing interupted him.
"No! Don' talk like that!" Stripedpelt meowed fiercely. "You're not leaving me! Or our kits!"
"Ah, sweet Stripedpelt. There's nothing you can do to prevent it. I can feel StarClan calling to me. Its only a matter of time..." He voice faded as he slipped into another doze. Stripedpelt sat with her head bowed.
One by one, her kits stopped in for one last visit with their father. Rippleflight came in and stayed for a much longer time than the others, except for Redwing, who came in as soon as he heard the news and refused to leave. Ravenwing had been very attached to his kits, after all, and they to him.
On the day of the fifth sun, Rippleflight, Redwing, and Stripedpelt were holding a hushed conversation when Redwing looked over at his father. He was no longer breathing.
Following his gaze, Stripedpelt, too, noticed this, and let out a yowl of grief. SHe rushed over and buried her nose in his fur.
Rippleflight bowed her head in grief and nosed her father's pelt. "I'll go let the others know," she murmured, but Stripedpelt didn't respond. Her mate was in StarClan, and all she could think about was the several other kits of theirs that were with him.
"Ravenwing, oh Ravenwing," she murmured. "My beloved Ravenwing..."
DAY OF BOREDOM #1
Utopia
"The burning desire to live and roam free
It shines in the dark
And it grows within me."
[/i][/center]It shines in the dark
And it grows within me."
"Stripedpelt! Mother! Come quick!" A silver tabby head popped up from a bundle of black and silver striped fur as a ginger tom peeped urgently into the elders den. "Its Ravenwing! Father!" he hissed. Gray eyes blinked sluggishly for a heartbeat, temporarily disoriented. Then understanding gleamed in them.
"Ravenwing? Is he ill again?" Stripedpelt's eyes gleamed with worry. This was the third time since her mate had joined the elders that he'd fallen ill. If it kept up like this, it was likely he wouldn't recover soon.
"You’re holding my hand but you don't understand.."
"Yes, mother!" Redwing rushed in and nudged his mother, urging her to her paws. But she needed no more help. She leapt to her feet and bolted out the entrance to the den. She might be old, but her legs could still work! Especially when a family member was sick!
Her paws followed the too-familiar route, carrying her to the medicine den. Redwing followed close behind. The medicine cat, Treeleaf, was already there, with another of Stripedpelt's kits. The ShadowClan deputy, Rippleflight. Both cats eyes were filled with worry, and as soon as the silver tabby she-cat entered the den, the stench of sickness plowed into her.
"Its just whitecough," Treeleaf assured her. "As long as it doesn't turn into greencough and with the help of my herbs, he should recover."
"So where I am going, you wont be in the end.."
Stripedpelt gave a sharp nod and pushed on over to where her mate was curled in a nest, breathing in uneven, odd patterns. This was the same nest he'd used the past two times he'd been in here. Different moss, but it was in the same place. Redwing and Rippleflight followed her in and hovered a couple tail-lengths behind her as she leaned over to groom Ravenwing's fur.
"Oh, Ravenwing, you'll get better, and when you do, I'll have our sons and daughters fetch as all the frogs and lizards you can eat," she cooed as she cleaned him. His breathing was still off, and every so often a cough shook his body.
"I’m dreaming in colors
Of getting the chance.."
Of getting the chance.."
"I'll take my leave," Rippleflight murmured, coming to stand beside her elder mother. She touched her nose to Stripedpelt's shoulder.
"Of course, my wonderful daughter. You've got a Clan to help lead. Go on, go help them," Stripedpelt purred, licking her daughter affectionately on the head.
Rippleflight still looked a little uncertain. "You'll let me know if anything else happens?" she checked.
"Dreaming of trying the perfect romance."
"Of course!" Stripedpelt was surprised. Ravenwing was the father of many of her kits, and many of them had kits of their own by now. She wouldn't want them to not know how he was doing. "I'll send for you if anything happens. IN the meantime, I trust you'll let all your siblings know of his illness?"
"They've already been notified," Redwing supplied, approaching his older sister and mother. "I had Hawksong help me with it, and they should all know by now."
"The search of the door, to open your mind.."
Stripedpelt nodded in aprovement. Her famikly certainly was effecient. She figured that it was partly because of Rippleflight being deputy. "Go on, then," she mewed encouragingly. Both cats dipped their heads and murmured farewells, then backed out of the den.
A sudden bout of coughing returned her gray gaze to her beloved mate, and sent Treeleaf scurrying over to inspect him. He gave a nod, just as the coughing finished. Its only whitecough. Only whitecough, she reassured herself. There was no known cure for greencough yet. This time, the coughing woke Ravenwing up.
"In search of the cure of mankind.."
He looked at his mate and smiled. "Oh, Stripedpelt, there you are. Can you believe I'm sick? Again?" Ah. that was so like Ravenwing. Always trying to lighten the dark times in their family.
"Yes, my love. And Treeleaf says its only whitecough this time, so all you've got to do is not let it change into greencough and let his herbs get rid of the sickness! Just rest, and I'll be right here."
He drifted off again, and Stripedpelt spent the rest of the day with him. She only left when the medicine cat told her to get some sleep, and only when he promised to let her know if there was any change. Life continued on like that for a couple suns. She would go to the medicine den first thing in the morning, despite all of Treeleaf's warnings about her getting sick, too. Her kits stopped in for visits, every one of them at some point, most of them multiple times. Even her kit's kits stopped by.
"Help us, we're drowning
So closed up inside.."
So closed up inside.."
The fourth sun, on her way into the medicine den, Treeleaf stopped her.
"Stripedpelt, I wouldn't go in there," he warned. "I was just coming to talk to you." He looked weary, like he'd been up a while with little sleep. And sad. Worried over something. "Its Ravenwing. His whitecough...well, it changed into greencough overnight."
"Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?"
[/i]Stripedpelt gasped out a stangled "no!" and shoved past Treeleaf into the den. Ravenwing was curled in his nest. It looked like some of the moss haad been changed, but not all of his. Damp moss was near his head so that he could drink when thirsty. But he didn't look like he would be needing it. He looked horrible, actually. Thin, pelt only clean from Stripedpelt's near-constant grooming. And suddenly, deep down, Stripedpelt knew that this time her mate wasn't going to get better. THere was no known cure for greencough, after all, and Ravenwing was too weak and old to fight it off on his own.
"Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?"
[/i]"Please let my kits know," she murmured as she crossed the den to sit by Ravenwing. He wasn't even coughing anymore, and Stripedpelt was certain that that was either something very good or very bad. It meant that he was either getting better - or getting worse. Maybe he was too weak to cough.
"Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?"
[/i]She resumed her place by his head, looking down at him. She was there for a while. Suddenly, coughing shook him, and his eyes opened.
"I'm searching for answers, not given for free.."
"Ah, my beloved mate. You're back!"
"Of course, Ravenwing," Stripedpelt purred. But despite her attempts to sound encouraging, her voice was still filled with sadness. "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry, Ravenwing!" She buried her nose in his fur. "Its greencough! You've got greencough!"
"You're hurting inside, is there life within me?"
[/i]But Ravenwing just laughed. "I know I do," he meowed, and his voice was rough and weak. "And I'm going to join StarClan." He was going to say something else, but severe coughing interupted him.
"You're holding my hand but you don't understand
So you're taking the road all alone in the end.."
[/i]So you're taking the road all alone in the end.."
"No! Don' talk like that!" Stripedpelt meowed fiercely. "You're not leaving me! Or our kits!"
"Ah, sweet Stripedpelt. There's nothing you can do to prevent it. I can feel StarClan calling to me. Its only a matter of time..." He voice faded as he slipped into another doze. Stripedpelt sat with her head bowed.
"I'm dreaming in colors, no boundaries are there.
I'm dreaming the dream, and I'll sing to share
In search of the door, to open your mind
In search of the cure of mankind."
I'm dreaming the dream, and I'll sing to share
In search of the door, to open your mind
In search of the cure of mankind."
One by one, her kits stopped in for one last visit with their father. Rippleflight came in and stayed for a much longer time than the others, except for Redwing, who came in as soon as he heard the news and refused to leave. Ravenwing had been very attached to his kits, after all, and they to him.
"Help us, we're drowning
So closed up inside.."
[/i]So closed up inside.."
On the day of the fifth sun, Rippleflight, Redwing, and Stripedpelt were holding a hushed conversation when Redwing looked over at his father. He was no longer breathing.
"Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?"
[/i]Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are?"
Following his gaze, Stripedpelt, too, noticed this, and let out a yowl of grief. SHe rushed over and buried her nose in his fur.
Rippleflight bowed her head in grief and nosed her father's pelt. "I'll go let the others know," she murmured, but Stripedpelt didn't respond. Her mate was in StarClan, and all she could think about was the several other kits of theirs that were with him.
"Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?"
[/i]"Ravenwing, oh Ravenwing," she murmured. "My beloved Ravenwing..."
"Why does it rain?"
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