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The entrance to camp was in sight, the party was so close to finally being home after the horribly long day, no longer was there any warmth to be gained by his contact with Violetclaw. They were both soaked and freezing to the core, Blizzardclaw was sure that he was probably going to lose a few more toes to this incident. It didn’t matter though, they had saved the kit and were so close to camp he was sure they would be fine.

That was if the ice would hold their weight so they could safely return to camp, Blizzard wasn’t at all sure if he could handle another cold adventure deep into the waters depths. In fact, he knew if he went in again he wouldn’t be coming back out at all. The thought didn’t slow him at all though, he had noticed Sandstripe dropping to the back with the kit so he pressed on, stepping off onto the ice as if it was the ground he had been walking out. It was fine though as he made it across the ice without problem, he turned to face who was left on the other side of the ice. They would stroll into camp together as the marry band of frozen cats with a fluffy kit that they were.

[Fawn]

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With the others safely across the stream, Sandstripe took it as his cue to enter camp, and as he did so, a little of the tension that had gathered in his shoulders dissapated, like water evaporating off a puddle. They were back in camp. They were safe and home. Swanfeather's den was in sight, and Violetclaw and the kit were already in there. But there was one more. Yellow eyes found Blizzardclaw's shaking form, and he patiently walked alongside the senior warrior, almost leading him toward the medicine cat's den. "What you did was very brave," He murmured under his breath, voice sincere. "Jumping in to help Violetclaw like that." It was preached, of course, that a clan mate should not hesitate to help another, but saying the words and actually performing the action were two very different things. The words rolled with ease off of Sandstripe's tongue, but had he been in the position to risk his own life to save another's, the clan's opinion of him could very easily have fallen hard and fast.

Upon entering Swanfeather's den, the tom saw Violetclaw curled up in a tight ball, shivers racking her frame. Immediately the relatively warm warrior made his way toward her, intending to share some of his heat and help dry her off. His plan, however, was foiled when a small bundle of fur stumbled across his path, practically seating himself in front of Sandstripe's paws. The warrior slowed, gently nudging the kit toward Violetclaw in the hopes that he could try to help both at once. As they shifted locations, the warrior licked the top of the kit's head, asking between strokes, "I'm sorry, but I can't let you go sleep yet." Would you ever wake up again if I let you? Turning his attention away from the kit, Sandstripe looked up, searching the den for the familiar sight of Swanfeather. In his quick survey of the scene, he did not see the medicine cat, and had there not been the practically frozen cats who needed his warmth, he would have gotten up to search for her. Instead, he had to soothe his antsy nerves by attempting to keep the kit awake while trying to warm all of them up. "Can you tell me your name, little one?"

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The hardest part of the journey was over, now came the miserable part. Carrying on whilst cold wet and freezing was definitely much better then sitting still and slowly freezing. Then came the compliments from Sandstripe, the white warrior didn’t know quite what he was supposed to say. “I guess you always have these ideas of what you would do in a dire situation, I just followed through…” He said as his shivering had stopped since they had moving but he was still freezing to death, he was positive he was going to lose a few more toes. This annoyed him, less toes meant less claws and he couldn’t be having any of that. “It also helps when you know every single life in your clan is more valuable then your own.” It was a solemn fact that Blizzardclaw lived with, and some would even go as far as to say that he was a martyr.

Soon they were in Swanfeathers’ den awaiting the return of the medicine cat, and just moments later it seemed like she was there. Blizzardclaw knew something was up, his perception of time was becoming skewed and his mind was becoming foggy. It wasn’t long, or maybe it was as Blizzardclaw was losing his grip on reality, before the medicine cat put some herbs in front of him and ordered him not to lick his own fur, whilst informing him he would be licked last. That was fine with Blizzardclaw; he honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way. Even worse, as he thought he wasn’t being watched he slid a few herbs off his massive pile, clearly the biggest because of his size, and put them on Violetclaws’. He whispered softly as he did so, “You need them more then me.”

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[atrb=border,0,true] Violetclaw What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger.

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[/color] squeaked the cream-colored scrap. It didn't smell anything like the stuff on the fresh kill pile back at home! Er...wherever home was.

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Thank StarClan! Swanfeather had returned, and with her, all of the knowledge necessary for preventing his three companions from freezing to death. As brisk as ever, the she-cat barked out orders, and a sense of calm filled him, the calm that only came with the knowledge that someone was in charge and someone knew what course of action to take. He had a job now, one more specific than attempting to keep his clanmates warm, and he knew how to complete it. Giving the kit, whose name he had learned was Thornkit, a gentle nudge toward Swanfeather, the warrior rose to his paws once more and exited the den with purpose in his stride.

When he returned with two decent fish in his mouth for the warriors and a smaller one for the kit, Sandstripe was met with the rather interesting sight of Violetclaw rubbing up against a tree stump. Barely faltering in his stride, the warrior dropped the fish in the den, carrying the larger ones over to Blizzardclaw and Violetclaw before setting one beside Thornkit. The tom noted that the kit's condition had improved enough for his curiousity to return, and a small smile flicked across his worried features. "Fish," He answered softly as he padded over to help one of his denmates. "The best food in the clans." A glance in Violetclaw's direction told him that the spotted she-cat's actions seemed to be helping her, and Sandstripe figured that the constant motion and the work required to continue it would keep her awake and warm her up. "If you need help," He commented evenly, "let me know." Something about Violetclaw, perhaps her pride, made it hard for him to picture her willingly asking another for help without being told to do so. And so he turned his attention to Blizzardclaw, yellow eyes flicking over to watch Swanfeather for a moment before he mimicked the action. "Feeling any better?"


Bravekit

What happened? The tom had been on his way to visit his surrogate mother when he noticed the activity in her den. Though he knew that Swanfeather would probably not appreciate his presense while she was trying to save a life or two, Bravekit's curiousity and kit-like desire to know prevented him from stopping and turning around. Feeling rather conspicuous with his bright white fur, the tom slowly peeked around the corner of the entrance. Blue eyes easily found the medicine cat and lit upon the small bundle of fur at her paws that was around his size. Hesitation gone, he marched into the den, not meeting Swanfeather's gaze and refusing to be intimidated by the three larger warriors farther off, straight to the pile of fur that shared his bright blue eyes. Adults were intimidating, but kits were okay. Startled, Bravekit found that he could look down at the other kit, who had a strange scent that seemed to grow in strength the closer he got. "I'm Bravekit," He introduced himself simply.

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Blizzardclaws gesture was refused by the she-cat, he wasn’t put off by this at all, and it was her choice just as what he was doing was his. He then decided to hide the herbs, slowly hiding them away in a small crook in the den he would return them to his medicine cat’s stores when he was sure nobody was looking. He didn’t need to waste perfectly good herbs when he could be just fine without them; this obviously wasn’t his first time taking a nice swim in the river during leaf bare. He then heard Swanfeathers orders and stood up starting to take his lap around the camp in spite of the fact that he was still freezing. He was moving slow and jerkily, as he muscles were still locked up. It didn’t matter though, he had been through the drill before and it would be just like all the other times.

He moved slowly and creakily around the camp, or at least he intended to if he wasn’t stopped before he could make the lap. His fur was still dripping wet and some droplets had frozen mid fall and were still clinging to his white fur. He was a site to be seen, and it was obvious the levels of spirit and drive that he possessed were not common or horribly intelligent at times. Without his pride what was Blizzardclaw though?

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true] Violetclaw What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger.

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