Two new cats?

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Stonefeather walked intp the den. He walked straight towards the leader, Dragonstar. "We may have two new clan members Dragonstar. Two kittypets were in our territory. One of them were injured pretty badly, but the other was pretty supportive. Theyre names are Skittle and Drake." Stonefeather announced. He waited for the leaders reply as the two kittypets walked in and sat behind him.

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Brackenclaw couldnt help but hear what the warrior said. "What do you mean two new members?" he asked walking in. "You mean that we have tresspassers? Its' for me and dragonstar to decide if they are new clanmates or not."
Brackenclaw didnt mean to be so rude, but he couldnt help that part. He didnt like kittypets at all. He also didnt like cats trying to make descision for the clan like that.

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"Im not saying we do, Brackenclaw, im just saying we might have some. Also, I understand that you have to decide with Dragonstar. What do I do with them until you two decide?" Stonefeather said.

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Brackenclaw thought for a secound. He should make this decision to show Dragomnstar how good he is. " Bring them here. I want to meet these cats."

[Smokey]

Following Stonefeather into the leader's den, she sat down, then heard a new mew. He sounded harsh. Finally, the pain kicked in from her neck. She yowled in pain and lie on the ground. "My neck...is hurting badly now." Skittle let out a painful grunt and lay still, wandering what they would do to her and Drake....and hoping something about her neck and the black and silver tom's wounds.

The same tom spoke. Stonefeather had called him 'Brackenclaw'. "Brackenclaw, I am in too much pain, so I cannot come forward," she said, admitting her weakness to a complete stranger.

EDIT:// I was posting this at the same time as Mishes. D:

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Drake helped Skittle up and walked slowly towards the leader. "My name is Drake... and this is Skittle." Drake said. He stared into the cat's eyes.

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Brackenclaw tensed, not from scaredness but from the surprising amount of curage and bravery from the worthless kittypets.
"Go get Miracleweaver. She needs medical help NOW." she meowed calmly and sniffed the strange cats.

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Stonefeather nodded. He ran out the door, beginning a quest to get Miracleweaver. Drake looked into the large cats eyes again, with a new look, as if he were saying "thank you.". He bent down and set down Skittle. "It'll be fine Skittle... just hang in there..." Drake whispered into Skittle's ear.

[Smokey]

"I know it will," Skittle whispered back to the handsome tom, the one she had come to love with her whole heart. She licked his cheek, full of affection. The tortoiseshell she-cat basically forgot they were being watched...by rather large cats. They all look big to her. She shivered and waited for Stonefeather to come back with Miracleweaver.

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-----MIRACLEWEAVER OF EARTHCLAN-----

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With a light step and knowledgeable glint in his ebony eyes, Miracleweaver entered the den. "I was called?" He mewed, casual as always. He noticed right off two unfamiliar cats, one of whom had a severe looking wound to the neck. Practically ignoring the fact that deputy Brackenclaw was present. Injured cats always transformed him into I-don't-care-what-you-think medicine cat mode.

Setting down the herbs he brought a manageable distance away, the tabby took a quick observance of the cats wound. "What happened here...?" He murmured offhandedly, half to himself and half to the other kittypet. Knowing the cause of the injury would be useful to him in healing it.

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[Smokey]

Skittle

Err...hard to explain. Kittypets leaving their housefolk is basically what Drake and me are. Got in a fight. Wound's nasty as you can plainly see. the tortoiseshell she-cat meowed in response to the medicine cat's question. My neck wound is the worst. she added.

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-----MIRACLEWEAVER OF EARTHCLAN-----

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Miracleweaver nodded, taking each world into careful consideration. Before she had finished speaking he had begun softly pressing some cobwebs onto the wound to help with the bleeding. It was a large wound, and he worried about how much blood she may have already lost. Keeping one paw on the wad of cobweb, he grabbed some goldenrod from the herbs he had brought. He quickly chewed them into a poultice and spit it out onto the wound. Goldenrod was one of the best herbs for healing open wounds.

Content with his work for a moment, the tabby turned to the tom. Drake, if he had heard the she-cat correctly. "What were you attacked by? Other cats, or some sort of animal? I just need to know if I should go ahead and treat her for infection." he mewed, straight to the point as always. He knew full well that the injured she-cat could hear his words and that they could possibly frighten her, but he felt no need to hide the truth from anyone. Remembering that Drake had also been included in the run in he asked, "How about you? Do you need anything?"

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"Do I look like I need anything? Just take care of Skittle!" Drake complained. He liched a small wound on his side from a scratch from the other cat. "Anyways, I think the cat we were attacked by was named Ravenswift. She was a big large cat from another of these cat clan things we think." Drake added as he looked back up at Miracleweaver.

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Im on a Guest account thing. Its me Lightningtail.

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Miracleweaver sighed as his tail gave an annoyed twitch, and had one decided to look closer they may have found a barely visible frown scarring his generally joyful face. However, the phase passed quickly as he reminded himself that Drake was not from the clan, and therefore did not have as good an idea of who he was and what his job was. The wound on the tom's side did not look too extreme, so Miracleweaver decided not to push the issue of treating him at the moment.

"In that case, I'm sure Skittle will be fine. Wounds inflicted by cats are not as prone to infection as those from other, dirty little creatures." he explained. Although the tom had succeeded in frustrating him, Miracleweaver could not help but admire his care for the small injured she-cat. "I'd like to take her back to my den so I can keep an eye on her for a couple of days. That is, assuming you have no objections? I'm sure that either Stonefeather or Brackenclaw would be glad to find you a place to stay."

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[Smokey]

Skittle

Skittle glared at Drake, telling him not to object. After a moment passed, she turned her attention back to the medicine cat. Yes. That's fine, Miracleweaver, she mewed, happy to be getting this wound treated. The tortoiseshell she-cat stood up, wobbling a bit before she gained normal balance. Okay, let's go.