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Post by fernie. (: on Jul 25, 2008 13:41:27 GMT -5
fernpelt.[/font][/colour] Maybe the moon's just a hole in the sky
One day at a time my world is shattering
Maybe the answer's to never ask why
The pretty tortoiseshell she-cat fanned herself with her slightly curled tail in the shadows of the dying sunlight. Fernpelt's bulging stomach prevented her from sitting comfortably so she lay half on her side, dozing slightly after finishing her meal of a small mouse. She had been getting small stomach cramps all day so had not been hungry, but knew she needed to eat this late in pregnancy.
As she lay, eyes half closed, her stomach gave a rippling spasm, causing her to cry out. As it died away, she opened her eyes fully, then braced herself as another contraction moved her almost to tears. "B-Beacansong!" she yowled, cutting off as another spasm rippled across her stomach. "Beacansong, help! Our kits are coming! Someone, help!" she yowled, claws unsheathing and scraping long lines in the dirt as she gritted her teeth against the pain.
As I watch my life unraveling...
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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Jul 25, 2008 13:49:45 GMT -5
prophecyteller[/color][/i] He thought before racing forwards on three paws as he skidded to a halt beside the leader. "It's alright, I'm here, Fernpelt. It's Prophecyteller. Your going to be alright. Here, eat these" He mewed, pushing some poppy seeds and thyme forwards as he checked her stomach, putting her ear lightly to her stomach. [/ul][/size]
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Post by SHADE. :D on Jul 26, 2008 5:48:01 GMT -5
beaconsong Beaconsong was resting in the warriors' den, having returned from a fairly uneventful Gathering. He smiled to himself as he remembered Fernpelt, speaking to all the clans. She had looked so right, so perfect, stood up, her eyes proud. Beaconsong breathed out happily. He was ignoring the lingering doubts that kept prodding the back of his mind. When their kits were born, everything would be alright, he was sure of it. The thin Rex tom stretched out his forepaws with a sigh. Hunger was beginning to scratch at his insides. He was tired, but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep when he was hungry. The warrior climbed to his paws, blinking his drooping yellow eyes. Beaconsong gave a yawn, which was cut short when he heard his name yowled from outside. The young tom stood still for a moment, confused, then something clicked in his mind. Fernpelt!
The tom ran from the warriors' den, tripping over his own paws. He soon located his mate, who looked as though she were about to burst into tears. He recognized the three-legged silhouette of Prophecyteller, and relief blossomed in the pit of his stomach. Thank StarClan, a medicine cat. Beaconsong rushed over to his tortoiseshell mate and touched his nose to her cheek. "It's alright, Fernpelt, you'll be fine," he mewed soothingly, licking her ear. "Don't worry. You'll be fine." |
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Post by fernie. (: on Jul 26, 2008 6:00:36 GMT -5
[[Awh, I love them so much!]] fernpelt.Fernpelt had her eyes clenched shut as Beacansong approached, but they flew open as he got to her. "Beacansong, it hurts." she whispered, then gave a loud yowl as a tiny kit slipped out of her, toffee coloured and wrinkled. Two more kits followed, both fluffier than the first. Fernpelt gasped as she caught her breath, thinking it was over. But then the pain came back, and one last kit came into view. It was wrinkled like the first, but darker in colour. Fernpelt braced herself for the pain to come again, but relaxed when it didn't. She lay there for a second, exhausted, then looked up at Beacansong, a cheeky smile on her face. "Four. Four kits!" she said, grinning. Her tortoiseshell fur was slick with sweat and birth carnage, but still the leader had a huge smile on her face. [/size] |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Jul 26, 2008 6:26:32 GMT -5
beaconsong Beaconsong watched anxiously as Fernpelt's face twisted with pain, his yellow eyes filled with worry. He gasped as the first kit was born. He had seen a queen give birth when he was just a kit, and remembered what to do. He carefully pulled the bracken-coloured kit towards him, and cleaned his fur. The kit had a tiny, squashed face, and rolls of skin on his back. Beaconsong's heart sank. He had passed on his hideous looks. He felt a flash of fierce love for the kit beneath his muzzle. If anyone dared tease this kit, well... Beaconsong was distracted when another kit, then another, and another, arrived. Four kits. They had four kits. He carefully cleaned the second and third kits, but left the last for his mate to clean. The second and third kits were both fluffy tortoiseshells, there tufty coats slicked to their tiny bodies.
Beaconsong nuzzled Fernpelt's cheek happily. "They're so beautiful," he murmured, his yellow eyes shining with excitement and love. He was a father. He and Fernpelt were parents. The tom felt a burst of joy. "D'you want to name then now, or would you like to rest a bit first?" |
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Post by fernie. (: on Jul 26, 2008 6:36:46 GMT -5
fernpelt.[/font][/size] Fernpelt looked at her kits, her four beautiful kits, motherly love shining in her eyes. She pulled a kit close, the lighter tortoiseshell, and started licking its fur gently. She looked up at Beacansong, wondering about his question. "No, I want to do it now." she said, smiling down at the kittens. She looked at the two tortoiseshells, and noted that they were both she-kits, and the other two were toms. She pointed her curled tail at the lighter tom, the first born. "He's gorgeous. I think Brackenkit would be perfect for him." she said, looking at Beacansong for his opinion. [/size]
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Post by SHADE. :D on Jul 26, 2008 6:46:34 GMT -5
beaconsong Beaconsong watched as Fernpelt peered at all four kits. He felt as though he was leaping from cloud to cloud, he was so happy. The young warrior nodded at Fernpelt's words. Yes. Brackenkit did suit him, as his coat was the colour of bracken. The tom turned to look at the other three kits. Both she-cats looked like little copies of Fernpelt, so he decided to go for similar names. "How about... Willowkit?" he mewed, gesturing towards the little tortoiseshell with more patches on her coat. He looked at the other, which had more white than patches on her fur. "And... Laurelkit?" He weighed up the names. Yes. He liked them. He hoped Fernpelt did, too. The warrior turned to look at the last kit, who had chocolate-brown fur. He was a kind of mix between both of his parents, being thin and wrinkly, but thickly-furred.
The dark brown colour of the kit's pelt reminded Beaconsong of a story he had heard as a kit, about a cacao tree, a tree which was long-ago made extinct in these forests by twolegs. When his mother had told him the story, she had always described the rich, brown trunk in great detail. Beaconsong smiled. "And he could be Cacaokit?" |
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Post by Wolf on Jul 26, 2008 6:54:30 GMT -5
Cacaokit Nothing’s gonna harm you, not while I’m around...The tiny wrinkled brown kit snuffled at his mother's side, his neck stretched as he sniffed curiously at his new surroundings. He was very confused now. One minute he had been all snuggly warm, and now, suddenly, he was somewhere else! What had happened? He let out a high pitched mewl, burying his small face in his mothers fur.
He lay, listening to his mother and father talking. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he found comfort in their voices, and relaxed slightly. Suddenly, the little brown kit began trying to wriggle towards Beaconsong, heading towards where he had heard his voice. The little kit began mewling again, as he got halfway between them, and was unable to find his father. |
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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Jul 26, 2008 8:15:48 GMT -5
prophecyteller[/color] The three-legged medicine cat apprentice asked, stepping forwards, tail flicking slighty behind him. [/ul][/size]
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Jul 27, 2008 18:58:54 GMT -5
ooc;// Now that Brackenkit's born, I'll need to be taking him with Quetzal <3Your tears don't fall y e w c h i m e__xx [/font][/center] They c r a s h around me [/size][/right] A little meow signaled that Yewchime was awake. She blinked and rolled onto her paws. Her claws stretched in and out, grinding on the ground beneath her. She saw Beacansong and Prophecyteller and paused, blinking when she realized that it was Fernpelt who was mewling in labor pains. The she-cat hurriedly made her way to the older femme's side, giving her a look-over before sitting back somewhat.
"Congratulations," she said quietly, bowing her head respectfully.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Jul 28, 2008 11:35:29 GMT -5
// Not yet! =OO *clings to Brackenkit*
He is coming back, right? |
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Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Jul 28, 2008 12:38:11 GMT -5
** I plan to have him come back after he falls in love with Nyx. :] We can have some random drama in there.
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Post by fernie. (: on Jul 29, 2008 4:44:01 GMT -5
[[What's happening to Brackeners?]] [/size] fernpelt.Fernpelt looked up from her kits to Prophecyteller, and wondered for a second where Littlefox was. "Of course you can check them over, Phrophecyteller, no need to ask." she said, then turned to see Yewchime padding over from the nursery. "Thank you, Yewchime." she said, smiling down at her kits, whom were now all suckling except Cacoakit who was trying to reach his father blindly. [/size] |
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Post by (aurora) of the problematique on Jul 29, 2008 7:18:21 GMT -5
ooc;// Quetzal is going to steal him away and Zephyr'll train him alongside Nyx
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Post by &&R.A.V.E.N :3 on Jul 29, 2008 15:06:01 GMT -5
prophecyteller[/color] The medicine cat apprentice mewed, looking for the leader, then to her mate. "If you need anything, I will be in Littlefox's den." He mewed, dipping his head before limping towards the medicine den. [/ul][/size]
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