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April 7, 2020 at 1:25 am #5850
Stagpelt knew that his kits had wandered out, the little ones hadn’t yet learned the ways of sneaking out without detection. It was quite endearing, if he was being honest. The brown tom lifted his head once his daughter was out of sight, waiting patiently for his cue. ‘Three, two, one…’ After a few moments of silence, the sound of squealing kits filled the morning air. ‘…And there it is,’ He thought to himself, letting out a small mrrow of amusement as he rose to his paws. He stretched out, mumbled his ‘good morning’s to the queens, and headed outside, wondering what the little ones would get up to today.
As the large tom crossed the threshold into the clearing, he couldn’t help but cast a glance back at the queens with their kits. Fawnkit and Birchkit would never have that, and his heart ached for them. Their mother, Lilybreeze, passed away just minutes after their birth, and for the first couple moons of their lives, the other queens took care of them, but none of them officially offered to take the kits in. So Stagpelt moved into the nursery to make sure his kits were safe and warm at night. The tom sighed softly, whiskers twitching as Lilybreeze’s face lingered in his mind. He missed her, sure, but… he wasn’t sad. Not as sad as he felt he should be, at least. He’d seen other toms be absolutely destroyed after losing their mates, but he just didn’t feel that way. It felt more like he’d lost a friend, not someone he loved enough to have kits with. It was strange, and he felt bad about it, but he didn’t know who he could talk to. Surely he would sound cold, insensitive, or even downright heartless to any other cat. Was there something wrong with him? He shook the thought away. He could think more on it later when he was alone. For now, he needed to be focused on the little furballs tussling in the dust.
“Isn’t it a little early to be fighting?” he asked easily, smirking down at the kits as his tail twitched. The appendage had once been long and plumed, but it was now a simple stump due to an accident that occurred years ago, before he had even met Lilybreeze. “I’m going to get us some breakfast, try not to squash your brother while I’m gone, Fawnkit.” He teased gently, rasping his tongue over his kits’ foreheads before stepping over them and making his way to the fresh-kill pile. Typically he wouldn’t eat until later in the day, but since moving into the nursery, he had begun eating whenever they ate. Once they were apprenticed, he would definitely need to put in some extra patrol hours to work off the weight he had gained taking care of them. He chuckled a bit as he picked out a squirrel for himself and two mice for the little ones. Some queens had recommended that he make the kits share one mouse, but he didn’t exactly want to deal with one accusing the other of getting more of the prey. He figured that at four moons they would both be able to finish a full mouse.
Satisfied with his choices, he trotted back over to his family, purring happily. “Eat up!” He mewled, passing out the mice before settling down with his squirrel. “So,” He began, taking a bite of his meal. “What will you two be getting up to today?”March 11, 2020 at 12:14 pm #5394
As she spoke, he relaxed just a bit. She did have a plan, that was step one. Hiding the milk scent that would be coming a few days before delivery wouldn’t be difficult, so that was nothing to be concerned about. Her laughter caused a small smile to cross his muzzle. Maybe this wouldn’t be as disastrous as he initially thought. The situation was still bad, of course, and he knew the repercussions, whatever they may be, would be bad if the secret was revealed, but if he wanted to remain cool and collected, he couldn’t think about that right now. He would go on a walk and have a panic attack in the middle of RiverClan territory later.
When Wisteriastar mentioned that the kits would be raised away from her, his heart broke a little. Another she-cat he cared for knew that pain all too well. “I will care for your kits as if they were my own, Wisteriastar,” he vowed, dipping his head respectfully. He didn’t expect Hornetstar to want much to do with them, as the ShadowClan leader never struck him as a family kind of tom, but he kept that to himself. Maybe the ornery cat would surprise him. “I suppose you couldn’t have picked a better medicine cat to drag into this situation, seeing as I can empathize with this whole thing… at least partially.” He let out a small chuckle, gently rolling around a pebble on the den floor with his paw. “I’m the product of a ShadowClan she-cat and a RiverClan tom myself. These kits may never know their true heritage, it’ll be Hornetstar’s job to tell them that if he chooses to… but they’ll probably feel it. Kits are smarter than some give them credit for.” His whiskers twitched and a sad smile found its way to his face. He never thought he would share such sensitive personal information with the leader of another clan, but there he was, doing it. “At least they’ll have someone who understands,” The last part came out quietly, the slightest bit of raw emotion breaking through his calm facade. He shook it away, blinking back a few tears that were threatening to form. Now was not the time.March 11, 2020 at 1:48 am #5392
He didn’t flinch at her exclamation, as it didn’t surprise him. He had honestly expected that answer. He simply nodded “Very well, I will speak nothing more of it then,” and with that, he picked the tansy up and replaced it neatly, as if it had never been moved in the first place. “I just wanted you to know that it was an option, I apologize for upsetting you.” He stepped forward and touched his nose to her shoulder in a friendly, comforting gesture, holding it for a brief moment before moving away and settling down on his haunches. He was quiet for a long moment, obviously thinking something over. The wheels in his little brown head were turning faster and harder than they had in a long time. A situation such as this was practically unheard of. Sure, leaders had kits all the time, but a leader having kits with another leader? It was scandalous! Telling the parentage for a litter wasn’t exactly hard, especially when two cats look as unique as Hornetstar and Wisteriastar. It would probably be obvious to any cat with half a brain. What would happen then? Would the two leaders be driven out? Would he be guilty by association just for knowing and agreeing to keep quiet? He couldn’t help the obvious worried look that crossed his face as he closed his eyes. He sent a silent prayer to their ancestors, hoping for some form of guidance. ‘StarClan, give me a sign. Am I doing the right thing here? Is there even a right answer to what is being asked of me now?’
After some time, he let out a long sigh, shook his head to clear his racing thoughts, and opened his eyes. His blue gaze met Wisteriastar’s orange and he spoke, keeping his voice steady and calm. Panicking now wouldn’t do either of them any good. “So…” he began, curling his tail around his paws. “What’s your plan? How will you hide this from your clan?” This was easily on his list of most tense conversations. If Wisteriastar didn’t have a plan, she needed to get one together, and fast. He knew she had been a mother before, so she didn’t need him to tell her that it wouldn’t be long before her pregnancy was obvious to her clanmates. Hopefully a boost in prey population would come with the warming weather, an increase in prey would be a good excuse for weight gain. His whiskers twitched as he though over some more possible solutions while waiting for Wisteriastar to share her course of action.March 10, 2020 at 11:02 am #5378
Saplingskies listened respectfully, nodding as she confided in him. His suspicions had been correct. The way the two leaders had been acting when ShadowClan was sheltering with RiverClan, and the times he had seen Hornetstar sneaking out of camp late at night… He closed his eyes for a moment, obviously thinking his next words over carefully. “You don’t need me to tell you how… inappropriate all of this is, I’m sure, and it’s not my place to tell a leader how to live her lives… Since you’re my friend and I trust your judgement, I will take this to my grave, Wisteriastar.” He cared little for what the other clans thought about Hornetstar, and he was unsure as to why the calico she-cat had even allowed the golden tom to touch her, but to each their own, he supposed. He wasn’t sure if he would be as merciful if Hornetstar had gone and gotten any other outside she-cat pregnant. The little tom was silent for a while, casting a glance to the herb storage. He padded over, searching for something in particular.
“I’ve never done this before… but… you do have options,” He began slowly, pulling out a single piece of tansy. He didn’t approach her with it, he simply placed it on the den floor where she could see it. “Kits are very much a blessing, however, if you do not wish to have these kits,” he gestured to the yellow flower at his paws “You can terminate with no judgement from me. But if you wish to have them, that’s okay too. It’s your choice.” He maintained his typical gentle, soothing healer tone. He didn’t want Wisteriastar to feel like he was trying to push her towards either decision. If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t sure what he would do if he was in her paws. Whatever choice she made, he would support her as any good medicine cat should. He was sure Wisteriastar needed all the support she could get at the moment.March 10, 2020 at 6:22 am #5375
Saplingskies was just finishing up with a young warrior who only had a few minor wounds when he heard someone clearing their throat behind him. He turned to glance over his shoulder, giving a small smile when he recognized Wisteriastar. “Of course, I’ll be with you in just a moment. Please make yourself comfortable, you look like you could use a rest.” He spoke with a calm, sympathetic tone as he gestured to an empty nest with his tail. He finished instructing the warrior how to care for their wound, then escorted them to the entrance of the den. He returned a few heartbeats later, humming softly to himself. “Let me take a look, Wisteriastar,” he mewled easily, grabbing a damp piece of moss in order to clean the blood from the RiverClan leader’s fur. The medicine cat worked quickly, yet carefully, being sure not to hurt the she-cat. Once he finished cleaning and patching up her other wounds, his attention fell to her scratched up belly.
“Took quite the pummeling here, eh?” He asked quietly, reaching out with a paw to gently press on the wounds to judge the level of pain they caused. However, a strange look briefly crossed his face. “Huh…” He hummed softly, trying in vain to hide his confusion and surprise. He carefully patched up the wounds before gently pressing on her stomach a few more times in a couple different places, he then casually leaned in to take a sniff at her pelt, raising a kitty brow. “Have you been feeling unusually fatigued lately? Perhaps more hungry and moody than usual as well?” He slowly nodded as she answered his questions, whiskers twitching before he finally spoke.
“Well Wisteriastar, I hope this fight with ThunderClan is the last one you plan to be in for a while. Congratulations, you’re expecting kits.” Normally he would ask a she-cat if she wanted the father to be brought in, but something in the back of his mind told him that there was no father to bring in… at least not in RiverClan. He knew it was none of his business, but he had been suspicious for a while. However, he kept his mouth shut. Frankly, he believed his suspicions would be purely insulting if they were wrong, for many reasons. If she wanted to tell him, he figured she would. If not… oh well.March 4, 2020 at 12:41 am #5319
He gently touched Wisteriastar’s shoulder with the tip of his tail, giving her a sympathetic yet sad look. “I’m sorry for not being here sooner… I’ll prepare him for vigil at once and deliver him to the clearing once you announce his passing. If someone brings me Swiftstream’s body I will prepare her as well. I’m sorry for the losses your Clan has suffered this day.” His voice was soft, just barely above a whisper. It was clear that he was just barely masking his own grief. He dipped his head to Wisteriastar and quickly set to work collecting the materials he needed.
First, he cleaned the signs of sickness from Hickoryroot’s face, then he got to work hiding the scent of death. He rubbed sweet smelling herbs into his deceased friend’s fur, then carefully wove a few flowers and feathers into his pelt. He finished right on cue, as he heard the sounds of distress from the clearing, signaling that Hickoryroot’s death had been revealed. Warriors came in carrying Swiftstream’s body, so he sent them out with Hickoryroot and got to work on the deceased she-cat, a sad look crossing his face when he saw what killed her. He did his best to stabilize her neck, hoping to make the injury look less gruesome. It didn’t take him long to prepare her, and once he was done weaving the flowers and feathers into her fur he took her to clearing, hoping her family would be pleased with his work.
February 24, 2020 at 3:12 am #5260
- This reply was modified 1 month ago by SoliloquySilver.
Saplingskies’ heart was heavy. As a medicine cat, his empathy and love for other cats knew no borders. He had quickly learned that Hickoryroot had not been the only loss that day. RiverClan had lost a young warrior in the battle, and Antlercreek had perished as well. Despite the tensions that would surely be rising soon, he would need to visit Peachblossom and offer his condolences to ThunderClan. He would be praying for many cats before he could rest that night. He sighed softly, eyes slowly drifting to his companion, a dear friend he had made while their two clans were living as one. He let out a breathy chuckle at Rainysky’s comment about their ill-timed meetings. “It does seem that way, doesn’t it?” He mewed slowly, whiskers twitching as he rested his tail on the other tom’s back as a friendly gesture.
“It seems like I’ll be sticking around in RiverClan for a while, Perhaps we’ll have some time to just hang out, hm?” He offered a small smile, sensing the tension coming off the warrior. “I’m sorry you got stuck with supply duties. I know herb picking is absolutely thrilling for you warriors,” He teased lightly, gently bumping Rainysky with his shoulder. It was clear that he was trying to lighten the mood despite his own sorrow. “So, do you know what the herb’s we’re looking for look like? I can explain if needed, I don’t mind at all.”February 17, 2020 at 11:43 pm #5196
Cupcake raised her eyebrow at the confused look that crossed Darkbird’s face when she mentioned the car. He didn’t ask what it was, but she could tell that he didn’t know. “Um… do you know the big, shiny things that the… the twolegs ride around in to get places faster? They make super loud noises and make the ground tremble when they’re nearby? Those are cars.” She explained, tail flicking “And a vet is like a medicine cat, except they’re a twoleg and they don’t use herbs.” Her whiskers twitched as he said that she had survived her ordeal for a reason, that she had been saved and led to the clan on purpose. To her that sounded like a load of pebbles, but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t want to offend Darkbird.
She perked up at his offer to take her back to town, but quickly deflated again. “I don’t know what to do, Darkbird. I don’t have anywhere to go if I go back to town, and my housefolk will never take me back. I don’t think I have any choice but to stay here if I don’t want to starve, freeze, or get murdered.” She let out a frustrated growl and swatted the pebble she had been toying with away, sighing as it landed somewhere in the shadows with a small thud. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, not wanting to get all worked up again. After a few moments her eyes opened again, her gaze slowly drifting back to Darkbird.
“What’s StarClan?” The question was quiet and earnest. She’d heard some of the other cats talk about it throughout the day, but no one ever said what it was. From what she had overheard, it sounded good. Was it really the reason she had survived the car?February 17, 2020 at 2:54 am #5189
Cupcake listened to Darkbird’s words silently, emerald eyes tracing the scars that tore through his pelt. She thought he still looked pretty handsome despite them, but she kept that thought to herself. Besides, a few scars weren’t the same as having your entire leg removed through no fault of your own. She pushed a small stone around on the ground in front of her, seeming to be lost in thought. There were a few tense moments of silence before she finally spoke up.
“I was hit by a car.” She didn’t look up at Darkbird as she spoke, she just continued to fiddle with the stone. “The vet was able to fix my other injuries, but she couldn’t fix my leg. I went to sleep with four legs, and when I woke up I had three.” It never really occurred to her that the words she was using would be foreign to the tom. “With all the rotten luck I’ve had lately, I’m starting to think I was meant to lose more than just a leg. My housefolk must’ve thought so too, seeing as they just up and kicked me out four months after my surgery.” She laid on the ground, head resting sadly on her paws. “I’m no survivor. I’m just an unwanted kittypet.” She wasn’t exactly sure what that word meant, but everyone kept calling her that word, so she figured it had to be bad. Everything about her seemed to be bad to most cats of SkyClan.February 17, 2020 at 2:10 am #5188
Lostpaw had been curious about the strange cats that had come waltzing into the camp. In the few days she had been there, everyone she interacted with failed to mention that there were other clans. Just her luck that she got stuck with Firestar. ‘Speak of the devil…’ She thought, whiskers twitching in annoyance as the mean old tomcat’s voice thundered through the clearing. Unless he was changing the tasteless name he had given her, she didn’t give two pebbles about what he had to say. Nonetheless, she followed Darkbird out of respect for him as her teacher, not for Firestar. She sat quietly beside her mentor, eyes trained on a small bug crawling around near her feet. The little creature was much more interesting than the orange brute that sat up in the tree above her. Part of her even hoped that the branch would break because of his weight, a sentiment that even Darkbird seemed to share.
The black and white she-cat sighed, feathery tail flicking about along the ground as she waited for Firestar to speak. The sooner he started talking, the sooner he would be finished, and the sooner she could go about her day. All this talk of fighting and choosing sides was making her nervous, as if she hadn’t been already. She had been on edge since the very moment she was dragged into this whole clan mess. She turned her head to look at Darkbird, making the move just in time to catch a little ginger she-cat peeking at her from around the big tom. Typically she would be annoyed, but she could tell that Applepaw was younger, and she couldn’t blame a young cat for being curious. It was at that moment she found herself pondering something.
“Why did he give me ‘paw’?” She asked in a hushed tone, leaning towards Darkbird so only he could hear. “All the other cats with that name are practically kittens. Do I look like a kitten?” she looked up at him with a furrowed brow, whiskers twitching once again. Perhaps Firestar had done it to further embarrass her in front of everyone, perhaps he genuinely thought she was a kitten. He didn’t ask how old she was, so it was a possibility, she supposed. Still, it bothered her.February 12, 2020 at 6:24 pm #5103
Saplingskies hadn’t really expected that reaction. He had prepared himself for more arguing and defensiveness, but instead, the she-cat apologized. As she spoke, his expression softened. “Oh Hareflight…” He said gently, stepping forward to touch his nose to her cheek like a parent comforting their kit. “Yes, I was hurt by your words, and I was angry, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you as my apprentice anymore. It would be cruel of me to strip you of everything you’ve worked so hard for over an argument.”
He stood there quietly for a moment before pulling away and sitting down in front of her. “I forgive you, but I still want to talk about it. I’ve been very worried about you, Hareflight. Can you please tell me what caused all of this? I swear on my life that there will be no judgement from me. Our den is a safe space, and you can tell me anything. Anything you say to me about it will never leave this den, I promise.” He met her gaze calmly, waiting for her answer. The only way they could solve this issue was for Hareflight to come clean about her problem, whatever it could be. He was prepared for anything at this point. Judging by her previous resistance, it had to be something big.
February 11, 2020 at 10:38 pm #5089
- This reply was modified 1 month, 3 weeks ago by SoliloquySilver.
The sound of crunching leaves interrupted the she-cat’s pitiful sniffling, and she immediately went on the defensive. Her hackles raised as she hissed in the direction, ready to dig her claws into whoever had found her. She just knew those ruffians were coming to drag her back, and this time she would not be going peacefully. She would rather die than go back there. But, she was surprised to see Darkbird, the tom that had been so nice to her. She relaxed just a bit, but eyed him suspiciously. Had Firestar sent him after her so she would let her guard down? “Why did you follow me?” She asked, eyes narrowing. “Did Firestar send you after me to keep me from leaving? Does he want to keep me prisoner so all you clan cats can mock me?” In the back of her mind she knew she wasn’t being fair to Darkbird, but in the heat of the moment she was just so angry.
“Look everyone! Gather around to see the FREAK with three legs! Her name is Lostpaw because she lost her leg! It’s FUNNY!” Her claws tore into the earth beneath her, tears streaming down her face. It was clear that the events that had transpired earlier effected her deeply. After a moment she reached up and dried her tears before looking at the spotted tom. “I… I’m sorry, Darkbird. You didn’t do anything wrong, I shouldn’t take my anger out on you after you’ve been so kind to me. It’s just… I feel like I’m being punished for a crime even though I haven’t done anything wrong. It’s not like I asked to lose my leg.” She gazed back at her stump, a soft sigh escaping her. Up until a few months ago, she had been a normal cat. All four legs were right where they were supposed to be, and everything was perfect. Oh, how quickly things can change…February 11, 2020 at 5:23 pm #5078
Saplingskies had been lost in thought, silently observing the damage the storm had caused in their territory. Hopefully all the destroyed herbs would regrow in newleaf. It seemed that the harsh winds and flooding had completely decimated many of his favorite herb gathering spots. It was disheartening, but that was life, he supposed. Then, suddenly, Wisteriastar’s flank brushed against his own, causing the little tom to jump slightly in surprise. He looked up at her with a confused face, which slowly turned to realization as she spoke, her words for his ears only.
“It is very frustrating…” He began slowly, matching her hushed town. As she continued, he felt his stomach drop. He wanted nothing more than to feel valued by the clan he served. To him it didn’t seem like that was too much to ask, but he often found himself on the receiving end of aggression and disrespect. Wisteriastar was like a siren, beckoning him to drown in the sea. “I would be lying if I said I’ve never considered leaving ShadowClan to seek other opportunities…” He admitted softly, whiskers twitching. “But it would break my mother’s heart if I left, and I’m sure Hareflight, Skunkpaw, and my younger siblings would never forgive me…”February 11, 2020 at 4:36 pm #5077
At first she was happy. She could stay, and the friendly tom, Darkbird, was assigned to teach her… but then Firestar continued to speak. She had assumed they would give her a new name, since all of their names were so strange, but she never could have prepared herself for what came out of the ginger tabby’s mouth. Lostpaw. The name cut deeper than broken glass. It was like she was being punished rather than welcomed, and she couldn’t hide the hurt that filled her gaze. Darkbird and Rookfall both seemed to be put off by the name as well, but neither of them challenged their leader. “Thank you, Firestar…” She said softly, eyes fixated to the ground. If this was what it was like to be a forest cat, maybe she didn’t want to stay here after all. If she snuck out under the cover of darkness, would she be able to find her way off their territory alone?
She was interrupted from her thought process by Rookfall’s voice. He explained his position and a couple other things, but she only half listened. All of that wouldn’t matter to her if she was successful in her escape plan, right? When he mentioned ‘fresh kill’, her eyes followed his towards the pile of prey. Food was the last thing she wanted at the moment. “Thank you, Rookfall, but I’m not very hungry right now,” she murmured, ears pinning back. Who wouldn’t lose their appetite after being named something so cruel? All she really wanted to do was hide. She wanted to get away from all the eyes staring at her, all the whispers about her, all the paws gesturing to where her missing leg should be. She had never felt more humiliated in her entire three years of life than she did at that very moment.February 10, 2020 at 11:25 am #5039
‘Ah yes, the debt…’ Snappingfox remembered the words Hornetstar had exchanged with Blazestar back during the flood. How interesting. He found his gaze resting on Rookfall, who he assumed to be SkyClan’s new deputy. The other toms seemed hesitant about Hornetstar’s offer, but Snappingfox felt as if he could sway their opinions. Perhaps this all didn’t have to end in violence, as he had assumed it would.
He cleared his throat before taking a small step forward, keeping his body and movements relaxed so no one would get the wrong idea. “My apologies for speaking out of turn, Hornetstar, but I have something to say, if I may.” Eloquence was never Snappingfox’s strong suit, but it was worth a shot. The young warrior spoke calmly, meeting the SkyClan leader’s gaze with no sense of tension or fear. “Its ThunderClan that wants a fight with SkyClan. I was at the gathering when that rogue was made ThunderClan’s deputy. I saw the way she disrespected you, Firestar. I saw the way she disrespected all of us, our traditions, and our ancestors. She’s taken the good, respectable position of clan deputy and made dirt all over it, like a kittypet in a box of gravel. If you and your clan side with us, you’ll be able to put her in her place once and for all. You’ll teach her a lesson she’ll never be able to forget. She’ll learn that she can respect our ways or get the hell out and never come back.” In truth, Snappingfox knew that the whole fiasco at the gathering was partially Firestar’s fault. However, that particular bit of information wouldn’t help his point, so he decided to simply not mention it. When he finished speaking, the young warrior dipped his head respectfully and stepped back into line, hoping Hornetstar would spare him his wrath once they returned to camp.