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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Jan 25, 2009 9:42:19 GMT -5
leafblade The wind whistled through her shirt fur, making her shiver from it. Her delicate paws skimming the snow-covered ground as she slipped through the forest. Pregnant. After a few weeks, she knew it was actually true. And the father hated her. She growled softly, both at the thought and the pain that sliced through her stomach. Leafblade stumbled, her head becoming dizzy as the breath was knocked from her lungs. "Damnit." Leafblade growled before she closed her eyes, pain going through her again. Unknown to the fact, she was about to bring this life into the world. And no one was there to witness it.
At last, it was over. The pain had decreased, and as she lay there panting, she looked down at the five kits. Five of them. She sighed, a small smile coming across her face as she lowered her head, giving each a sniff, then pulling back. "Beautiful. Just, beautiful" She murmured softly.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Jan 25, 2009 9:54:45 GMT -5
pecanshell The slender brown tabby shape of Pecanshell led a patrol of three through the forest. The smaller shapes of Irisdance and Violetwisp padded behind her. he she-cat sniffed at a tree - the marker seemed fresh enough. The warrioress frowned as she caught a scent that sent dread through her. Leafblade. Should the heavily pregnant she-cat really be out alone? It was dangerous. Pecanshell had grown closer to the she-cat since the incident with Leafblade and Flaxfeather. The tabby flicked her tail towards the two she-cat's behind her, and followed the scent trail. Pecanshell gasped as the scent of blood filled her mouth, and broke into full blown flight. It didn't take the small patrol long to reach the Shaded Clearing, where Leafblade was curled. There were five tiny, wet bundles at her stomach. Pecanshell's sapphire eyes softened at the sight. She padded to the she-cat her brother had so cruelly rejected. "You okay?" she asked, her eyes travelling from Leafblade's tired eyes to each of the five kits in turn. irisdance && violetwisp The albino warrioress followed Pecanshell, her blood-coloured eyes wide. She hated patrolling. She was just so conspicuous, with her snowy pelt and red eyes. Irisdance frowned in bewilderment as Pecanshell suddenly broke into a run. What was going on? All she could smell was... Leafblade. Irisdance blinked, confused, then it clicked. The tortoiseshell was pregnant. The younger she-cat ran after Pecanshell. But when they reached the Shaded Clearing, the white she-cat stayed away. She stuck to the edge of the clearing, not looking at Leafblade's kits. She was pretty sure the fiery queen would claw out her cursed eyes if she did.
Violetwisp ran after the other two warriors, but her step was warier. She kept glancing at the treetops fearfully. "No, all wrong, all wrong," she murmured. The small tabby padded into the clearing after Irisdance and Pecanshell, to see Leafblade with her new kits. Violetwisp gasped a strangled gasp. "The unwanted!" she wailed thinly. She padded a little closer, her blue eyes on the kits. She then smiled sweetly at Leafblade. "The Whisperer blesses you." |
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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Jan 25, 2009 12:12:03 GMT -5
leafblade Leafblade looked up as she heard pawsteps coming towards her, the scent of three cats coming to her nose. She smiled softly as Pecanshell appeared, followed by Violetwisp and Irsisdance. She nodded at the first she-cat question, lowering her head down slightly. "I"m fine. Just tired" She murmured softly, tail curling over her kits. She gave a gentle smile towards the tabby she-cat, nodding her head towards the albino. "Thank you, Violetwisp." She murmured, glancing up at the she-cat.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Jan 26, 2009 11:36:39 GMT -5
pecanshell Pecanshell smiled down at the kits. She smirked suddenly. They were her kin. Nieces and nephews. She then bit her lip. Flaxfeather was so against these kits. She couldn't understand why. All she wanted so to be loved by somebody, and to have her own family. Here he had both of these things, on a plate. He was just being awkward. Typical Flaxfeather. No, scratch that. Typical tom in general. Pecanshell's sapphire eyes flicked from Irisdance's scared expression to Violetwisp's soft gaze. The ochre she-cat nodded at Leafblade's words. "Cloudedsky'll be busy," she mewed with a wry smile. "Venomstrike, Hopesong, Birdfeather, and now you, too. We'll have an army of kits by the time you guys finish popping them out." Pecanshell chuckled. Her eyes caught one of the kits, a brownish tabby. His pelt reminded her of a pheasant's feathers. "So. Are you gonna name them now...? Or we could help you carry them back to camp...?" |
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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Jan 26, 2009 22:21:13 GMT -5
leafblade She nodded, smiling at Pecanshell's comment. Oh, StarClan, was it goo to have someone in that family that liked her. She let out a small laugh at the thought, looking up at the tabby. "No...I have names. Only two, that seem kitting, though" Leafblade murmured, letting her gaze fall upon the orange tabby that looked so much like his father. "Hm...it seems I didn't loose all of Flaxfeather." She said, chuckling lightly as she touched her tail to the tom-kits. "Meteorkit seems like a fitting name" She murmured, then turned to the she-kit beside him. "Squirrelkit." The she-cat mewed, nuzling the teo named kits. She glanced up at her friend, and the other two she-cats. "Would you three name one?" She asked quietly.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Jan 27, 2009 16:24:02 GMT -5
pecanshell The lithe tabby nodded at Leafblade's words. She had no idea how the tortoiseshell would be feeling right now. The she-cat switched her eyes to the kits. One, a dappled she-cat, looked a lot like Leopardflight, Pecanshell and Flaxfeather's mother. There was an orange tabby that was the spit of Flaxfeather himself - he didn't deserve it. Then there was a brownish tabby, like herself, Mistyvale and Hazelfrost, a patchy tortoiseshell like Leafblade, and a ginger and white kit. They were all so tiny and perfect. Pecanshell smiled as the little dappled girl and orane boy were named. Squirrelkit suited the slight female, and the fiery pelt of the male certainly brought those bright flares in the sky to mind. Pecanshell frowned at Leafblade's request. Name one? She shook her head. She was not the sentimental type. She looked at the kits closely. Every time she looked at their pelts images sprung into her mind. The brown tabby really did remind her of a pheasant's feathers. "Pheasantkit?" she mewed tentatuvely, glancing at the kit's mother, and then the other two she-cats uncertainly. irisdance The albino she-cat's heart started to thump as Leafblade asked her to name one of the kits. Her voice went dry, and she had to run her tongue around the inside in order to create words. The white she-cat stared at her paws. As Pecanshell uttered a name, Pheasantkit, Irisdance hoped she had got out of it. But it seemed she had not. She fixed her scarlet eyes on the two un-named kits. There was the fluffy little tortoiseshell, and the white and ginger patched tom. Irisdance swallowed, clearing her throat. She didn't want to give the kits just any name. She spent a long moment chewing over options, eventually deciding. "Pumpkinkit?" she suggested, her voice small and timid, as though she was scared Leafblade wouldn't like the name for the little tom. violetwisp The small brown tabby she-cat listened very carefully to each kit's name. The name was the centre of the soul. It stayed with you until you died and rotted down to become part of the Whisperer Himself. The slight warrioress's eyes bulged as she was asked to name a kit. Her mind raged. These kits were the unwanted! Fatherless, shunned. The Whisperer had made it so. But then again, every cat needed a name, every cat needed a soul-centre. Or they would be... Something no cat should think about! Naming. Naming meant everything and more. So she fixed her watery blue eyes on the last kit, the tortoiseshell. She thought for a moment. "So small. Such a blessing. Such a little angel. Angel of the earth." Violetwisp smiled widely at the tiny kit, who had somehow managed to touch her confused heart. "The Whisperer has decided. She will be Cherubkit." The words held no uncertainty, not at all like Irisdance. |
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Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Jan 27, 2009 17:05:07 GMT -5
ooc: LOL. *imagines possible names that Violetwisp could think up* It'd be cute if she did think of one, though. :3
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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Jan 31, 2009 13:45:26 GMT -5
LEAFBLADE]] Which each name that was uttered, Leafblade's eyes slid towards the kit in question. at each one, she would grin brightly. Until the moment Violeywisp muttered Cerubkit's name, the she-cat seemed to be in her own world, with just her and her kits. And Flaxfeather. That was the only place where he would accept her, and accept the kits he fathered. Her thoughts were pulled away as silence went down upon her. She glanced up, then down again. Her little babies. "Thank you for giving them names. " The tortoiseshell murmured, then started to rise, ignoring the small protests. "I need to get them back. They'll freeze out here" She mewed, then a look of shock crossed her pretty features. She glanced towards Pecanshell. "Damn. I sound like my mother." |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Feb 1, 2009 6:19:43 GMT -5
pecanshell Pecanshell smiled as, finally, each kit was given a name. Pumpkinkit, Cherubkit, Meteorkit, Squirrelkit, and little Pheasantkit, the tom she had named. The ochre tabby could see the emotion in Leafblade's eyes and guessed that the queen was thinking about her pesky brother. Pecanshell laughed shortly at Leafblade's declaration. "Well, you're a mother too, now," she mewed, wondering if the fact that sunk in for Leafblade yet. Pecanshell certainly didn't feel ready to br an aunt again. She found it hard enough to know what to say to Cinnabarskies, Charmfoot and Nobleheart. Pecanshell reached forward, softening her mouth, and picked up Pheasantkit gently by his scruff. She then did the same with the smallest kit, Cherubkit, so that when she drew back two kits dangled from her mouth. irisdance && violetwisp The slight albino cat hid her red eyes as Leafblade thanked her for giving Pumpkinkit a name. She cleared her throat awkwardly and gave a tiny, shy nod that showed she had acknowledged the queen's gratitude. As Leafblade decided she wanted to go back to camp, Irisdance watched Pecanshell pick up two of the kits. After a moment, it clicked in her mind. There were three kits left. She should carry one. Or should she? Would Leafblade mind? Most queens wailed if she even gave fresh kill to one of their kits. Hesitantly, Irisdance started forward. She then stopped, glancing fearfully at Leafblade. When the tortoiseshell made no objections, Irisdance very gingerly took hold of Squirrelkit in her mouth, being careful to not even slightly press the skin with her teeth.
Violetwisp followed suite, though her slightly bulging azure eyes were fixed on Cherubkit. She brushed past the dithering Irisdance and picked up Meteorkit with surprising skill. She held the large ginger tom with just the right strength, so that she did not hurt him, but she would not let him fall. The she-cat hummed under her breath to some strange lullaby as she waited for Leafblade. |
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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Feb 1, 2009 13:04:01 GMT -5
LEAFBLADE]] The tortoiseshell cocked her head at Pecanshell's comment. Well, she hadn't thought of that when she said it. She watched as the three other she-cats picked up her kits, Pecanshell with Cherubkit and Phesantkit, Irisdance, who she gave an encouraging smile to, with Squirrelkit, and Violetwisp with Meteorkit. Which left her with the last tom. Leafblade reached forwards, grasping Pumpkinkit in her jaws, then stood up from sitting down. She nodded towards the other she-cats before starting towards camp, her paws dragging from her tiredness. The she-cat's easr flicked around, then back towards the three other she-cats that held her kits.
As the camp came into view, Leafblade let out a sigh of relief, exghustion almost coming over her as she slipped through the camp entrance, heading straight for the nursery, and her warm nest. |
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