April 18, 2020 at 3:59 pm #6117HornetstarParticipant
After the Gathering, he knew he couldn’t keep his mouth shut any longer. He couldn’t afford Pantherstorm using sweet words of support to worm his way closer to their mother, affording him the perfect opportunity to strike. For that was what Forestmask was certain his younger brother was aiming for – to take control of RiverClan. Killing Heronflight, especially with how close the tom was to their mother, would have devastated Wisteriastar, which would have left her wide open for an ambush. And now, since his attempt to kill Heronflight had been foiled, by his older brother no less, Pantherstorm was being pushed to pursue more aggressive paths to his goal. If Forestmask had just let… Oh StarClan, no. He couldn’t even think of having let that possibility have happened, as he had grown extremely close to the deputy these past weeks himself. Dare he say it, he even thought some romance might be blossoming between them. He couldn’t stand the thought of Heronflight being dead right now, because he had stood by and watched it happen. And then his, their mother, could have been the next target.
Realizing that now, he felt his resolve strength as he sucked in a deep breath, standing outside the entrance to his mother’s den. She needed to know this information, and he had withheld it long enough. Whether she believed him or not, it needed to be said. If she didn’t believe him, it would hurt, but at least he would still have Heronflight to turn to for support. “Mom, can I take to ya?” He called out gently, just in case she was sleeping. If she was… Well, call him a coward for deciding the news could wait until later then.April 18, 2020 at 8:50 pm #6128JetstreamParticipant
– W I S T E R I A S T A R –
It was an exhausting night and she honestly could not wait to return to her nest for the rest of the evening. The stress of the gathering and the height of the situation had her completely worn out. Wisteriastar’s body was dragging and dragging more than ever lately, because of that, she knew it would only be a matter of time before her kits were born. Honestly, she wished that she could take it easy and spend the last moon in the nursery as her body demanded rest of the upmost urgency, but she knew that she couldn’t do that. If her pregnancy was able to be known among the Clan, then perhaps she could, but the hush had kept the knowledge of her expectancy to a very few and such, she had to keep up her leader duties as well as she could, as if she were at her best. But the reality was that she wasn’t and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep up this farce.
The calico warrior had settled gently into her nest in a side-crouch, her hindlegs comfortably spread behind her and her forepaws tucked under her chest. She rested her chin on her paws and was preparing to doze off for the night when a voice called at the mouth of her den. Her tattered ears flicked in irritation and she picked her head up to see who had called for her, before she realized that the warrior that had come to speak with her was her son, Forestmask. Her previous irritation faded, replaced by a certain softness that was reserved for very few. “Forestmask?” Wisteriastar called, repositioning herself in her nest so that her tail covered the bulge of her stomach, “What is it?”April 27, 2020 at 10:17 pm #6225HornetstarParticipant
One heartbeat, then another, and he was ready to turn around and leave for the night, when he finally heard his mother’s voice call back to him. It was soft, instantly transporting him back to when he had been a tiny kit, and now he wasn’t certain he truly had the resolve to share his news with her. He wanted to believe in her strength, as he had seen it first paw, but he also knew she loved her kits so much… Could she truly handle hearing the atrocities one of them had committed, not only against the Clan deputy but against another of their siblings? He nearly turned tail and fled right there and then, but then realized that would just make her even more determined to corner him tomorrow.
With one last sigh to himself, he shouldered his way into her den almost like a scolded kit would, looking everywhere but her eyes as he slowly meandered in and took a seat. He definitely wasn’t moving so slowly and listlessly to put off talking to her, no way. “Sorry for botherin’ ya,” he mumbled bashfully, ducking his head. “But, uhm, it’s really important…” StarClan give him more strength and will to tell her this!
“It’s about… About the fight with ThunderClan and- and Pantherstorm,” he stated hesitantly, choking out the words. Rip off the bandage, right? It might take some fur with it, but at least the painful process wouldn’t be needlessly dragged out.
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