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Post by Littleflower on Nov 14, 2017 15:39:10 GMT -5
(On mobile, will be back really soon so my replies will be better)
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Pansexual
Aɪʀ
i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 14, 2017 15:51:15 GMT -5
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Yellowstar fluffed out his fur. "Don't be mouse-brained," he snapped. He slid the fish back over to her with his paw and took a deep breath to ease himself. "You're practically a twig. Eat," he mewed more calmly. Rejecting food was absolutely absurd, and the impatient tom wasn't going to stand for it. He sat down in front of her and wrapped his tail around his paws, giving her a prideful look as he waited for her to eat. The presence of others were no longer relevant to him as the tom stared her down.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 14, 2017 15:58:15 GMT -5
Morningflight narrowed her eyes, stubborn. “The kits feed off me, others don’t have that luxury.” She said looking st her paws, the simple matter of fact was that she didn’t feel she had the right to eat before others. Considering she had broken the will of Star clan and the warrior code. It was a form of self punishment, and she could only hope she would be forgiven along with her kits. “And your one to talk, you look thin even for a fish eater.” She growled, but the look in her eyes gave her away. It was rich coming from her, with smoke clad fur and burn wounds lacing her body. Sure no one was close enough to see she pressed her nose to his shoulder, sniffing at his wounds with a level of caution. “I can survive.” Her grief played a strong part in her actions, she missed her brothers and mother and clan mates. She had no one left but her clan, and would do everything in her power to ensure they had something to eat.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 14, 2017 16:44:25 GMT -5
>> Ooc << yeah they are good to add >> RP <<
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Pansexual
Aɪʀ
i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 14, 2017 17:03:42 GMT -5
» Added! «
"I'm not carrying kits," he countered coolly. Yellowstar relaxed slightly as she sniffed him, her presence familiar yet strangely foreign. He could smell her scent through the ashes, an alluring savor of a ShadowClan queen that'll take moons for him to ever forget. He licked her ear instinctively, recalling the old times by the border as he gazed down at her fragile body. "You can't feed your kits if you don't feed yourself."
He pulled away from her slightly, aware that now wasn't the proper time to publically display rekindling feelings. He gazed at her firmly, his eyes unwavering as he waited for her to eat. "Please," he mewed, lowering his voice, "for our kits." There was more he wanted to say, but knew it would have to wait. Once certain she'd eaten, he'd have to continue on with his leadership duties, overseeing the leaving patrols and checking in on the other clans before finally being able to take a slight break, maybe.
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 14, 2017 17:33:05 GMT -5
(Mossheart was chill with it; she knows there's other stuff goin' on )
Mossheart felt an awkward and uneasy air rise as Morningflight's ears pulled back when Whorlkit announced her pregnancy to the surviving cats. It didn't last long, and the Windclan warrior guessed that it had just been her nerves getting to her. However, she felt a little sheepish about the kit's behavior and hoped that he hadn't embarrassed her too much. She was happy that Whorlkit was feeling better, though; so much so that he had to announce to the world that a pregnant cat did, in fact, have kits.
All the commotion seemed to have attracted the attention of Yellowstar, who sauntered over with a fish in his mouth. She dipped her head in greeting, somberly realizing that he was the last true leader alive. He was shortly followed by Lilypaw; Mossheart looked at the fish that they held and suddenly her stomach let out an audible roar. "Great, there's no convincing her that I'm not hungry..." she thought bitterly. Mossheart straightened out and gave the she-cat a warm smile. "I've never tried it... but times are tough," she sighed, perhaps a bit dramatically for effect. She flicked her tail and looked at the apprentice; her green eyes glinted as she added, "Don't you think for a moment that I'm going to eat this alone; you need the food too."
Upon prompting by Yellowstar to feed the rest of the queens, she couldn't help but agree with Lilypaw's offer. "I would enjoy going on a hunting patrol, actually; anything to help alleviate some of the burden," she mewed to the large tom, "I'm thinking that some of the prey might have fled the forests and moor in the same way as us." She heard Lilypaw's concern about the small tom kit, and she glanced over at him. He seemed to be fixated on Yellowstar, staring up at him wide-eyed in awe; no Windclan cat ever managed to get as big as Yellowstar.
"I know this is a lot to ask, but would you mind watching Whorlkit for me? He's not that much trouble, I promise," She mewed to Morningflight, adding a small laugh, "so long as he doesn't try to announce anything you're uncomfortable with again." She lifted a paw and groomed her face. Mossheart was surprised at the two cat's refusal for food and she felt her belly churn. She didn't quite realize how she sounded when she herself tried to deny food. With a flick of her tail, she inquired politely, "How about you two share the fish? We all need the food... I wasn't going to let Lilypaw get away with giving me an entire piece of prey," she turned her focus to the apprentice, her green eyes glinting again, "We'll eat it together and at least get a little bit of strength back."
---- Whorlkit found himself almost leaping towards Mossheart for cover as the large, old tom approached their group. He was so big that the young kit thought for a moment that he might be a lion, from the stories he heard from his mother. He did, however, steel his nerves and sat with his chest puffed out a little; Whorlkit keenly remembered Mossheart telling him to not worry about these cats as they only wanted to help. He did shake, however, just a little. He couldn't help it; this cat was gigantic!
He continued, however, to gaze flabbergasted at the sheer size of what he assumed was the Riverclan Leader, feeling his paws nervously shift.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 14, 2017 17:45:34 GMT -5
Shivering at his touch, she never wanted him to leave her side again. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, all too familiar in the most terrible ways. She knew she shouldn't have fallen in love with him, but her heart was his. She didnt know if her stayed the same, if he still loved her but the truth was unshakable. No matter how hard she had tried in the moons since they'd met first.
The skinny queen watched him, tears twinkling in her eyes which only sharpened when he referred to them as 'our' kits. All this time she had been in the mindset that these were her kits to raise alone, and she was terrified of the task. As much as she tried to come across as a mature young cat, this was something far bigger then any responsibility she was used to. For a moment she held eye contact, then quick as a flash she brushed her nose against his cheek. It lasted barely a second, and could have been mistaken as a sneeze or a trip to someone not close to them. She was maybe half his size, and he could have killed her in less then a bite, but she showed no fear in her eyes. Morningflight longed to press against him, as they once might have done in private at the border, but she didn't move any further.
Blinking at him with large blue eyes, filled with sadness and grief like nothing else. Her tail twitched from side to side, "Fine. I will eat it, but on the promise I am allowed to hunt when I am done, I am not taking from the clans without giving back. Not when I can work," she said firmly. Making it apparent she had no intentions of backing down. In a much quieter voice, "And come with me. I feel we have a couple of things to discuss," she said bellow her breath. Only loud enough for him to hear it clearly.
Then she returned her gaze to the other shecat as though nothing had happened, she tilted her head down at the kit with a weak grin. "Don't be scared little one, this tom's as soft as they come," she said with a laughter filled purr. "I've handed his tail to him many times at the border, I'm sure you'd be able to take him on, even by yourself!"
Astonished by the words of the older shecat, Morningflight shifted uncomfortably. "Are you sure?" Her nerves bright in her eyes at the prospect of taking on a kit already. "I'm not sure I'd do him all too much good," she admitted sheepishly.
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 14, 2017 18:36:36 GMT -5
((Hi Brambleflight! I have Flurryfoot back in the camp if you wanted her to meet with Beesplash! ))
Whorlkit wrinkled his nose and hunkered down shyly, wrapping his shorter tail as close to his body as he could get it. He was still looked very wary of the much larger tom cat, and Mossheart thought that it was most likely due the fact that Yellowstar could easily step on him and squish him like a bug. However, she did find the image of this small queen winning a fight with him to be a little amusing; her whiskers twitched in amusement. Mossflight assumed that Whorlkit suddenly felt the work of warm milk take effect on him as he let off a massive yawn for a kit his size and blinked tiredly up at Yellowstar, then glanced between the rest of the cats around him. He was doing his best to keep himself awake and aware, despite the heavy eyelids.
Mossheart looked at Morningflight with intense eyes, "You know... you're the first one he's actually talked to, other than myself; he was pretty shaken up by the whole event," she murmured reassuringly, taking notice of the kit's tired behavior, "but he looks pretty comfortable with you. I would hope that we wouldn't be gone too long." She shifted her paws lightly, kind of realizing her selfishness in wanting to go hunting as opposed to care for the small tom kit, "But if you'd rather me take care of him right now, I understand. You're likely dealing with a lot right now." She flashed a sorrowful glance at Lilypaw; she did want to go hunting, but knew that it might not be the most practical thing if Morningflight didn't want to take care of Whorlkit.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 14, 2017 18:39:58 GMT -5
Delicately the expectant mother wrapped her long golden tail around the small kit's sleeping frame, and drew him back to her body. Settling him at her flank, she gave him a gentle lick over the ears. She watched him for a moment, thinking to herself in silence. She replied with a raspy voice, a sigh tugging from her throat as she watched the little kit doze. "I will watch him with my life." She said firmly. Honesty lacing her every word.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 14, 2017 20:15:48 GMT -5
>> Ooc << I'll have Mistyheart join them! >> RP <<
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 14, 2017 20:29:26 GMT -5
>> Ooc << >> RP << Mistyheart had been lounging by the warriors den, she had taken the dawn patrol and was quite hungry; like most cats in camp. But she could wait, its more satisfying when you know everyone is feed, the fresh kill pile is full and everyone is settling down for the night, its always the best when sharing it with someone after a long days of work. She gave a small cough; she felt much better than a few moons ago when the fire first hit, it had felt like her lungs always hurt. Now there was a mear dull ache that was bearable. She sat up and stretched into the shape of a c and looked over at the commontion at the nursery, I'm glad I'm not a mother yet.She thought before looking around camp again she had overheard Yellowstar tell Beesplash to go on a hunting patrol, She could use a good hunt. She padded over to the two she cat as it seem Beesplash ran into Fluffyfoot; giving them both a friendly smile, "Can I join a patrol?" She asked hopefully.
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 14, 2017 22:00:37 GMT -5
Flurryfoot was suddenly face to face with Beesplash, having crashed into her after making a straight shot to her medicine den. The dock leaf fell from her jaws as she uttered a small 'oof!', fluttering slowly to her paws. She felt her ears grow hot and quickly gave her chest a couple of licks before apologizing. "Oh shoot, I'm so sorry Beesplash; I was not looking where I was going at all!" She let her nerves settle briefly as she noticed the deputy was just as distracted as herself, having collided a few foxlengths away from the medicine den. "I understand... I've been going nonstop at the gathering island; I've just returned to grab some herbs. There's no resting quite yet..."
The medicine cat peered over Beesplash's shoulder and spied Mistyheart approaching them. She lifted her tail high in greeting, happy to see some more familiar faces. "Hello, Mistyheart!" she mewed as cheerfully as she could muster. However, upon her mention of a patrol, Flurryfoot's face soured; it wasn't a face made at Mistyheart, but just at the idea of having something else added to her ever growing plate. "A patrol???" she cried, almost desperately to the warrior, "I don't have time for a patrol! Could you imagine --" The medicine cat suddenly began to prattle off all of the things she had to do, such as redress all of the burn wounds in both camps, give out poppy seeds and chamomile to soothe nerves, thinking about all of the cats on the island who were still suffering, "-and to make matters worse," she continued with blinding speed, "we are running so low on medicine that I'm not sure if I'll be able to help everyone, let alone--" Her tail suddenly perked up and she waved it quickly at the two fellow Riverclanners, "Oh, hold on, give me just one moment!" She lightly dashed into the medicine den and grabbed two more dock leaves from her supply -- now they were dangerously low on that too, but it was alright; these were reusable.
She came out of her den with her jaws lightly clamped around the dock leaves, and dropped them where her previous one had settled. "Alright, we're taking a medicine-patrol," she mewed, "I just made it up."
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brambleflight
Holiday craze. Replies wont be coming for a while sorry!
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Post by brambleflight on Nov 14, 2017 22:13:16 GMT -5
Beesplash turned her head as she noticed someone else approaching out of the corner of her eye. When she wasn’t so deep in thought, the she-cat could actually be quite observant. Unfortunately, most days her mind was cluttered with problems the clan faced and during these dark times, it would be rare to find the deputy not over-thinking something. She smiled back at Mistyheart and nodded her head.
“Yes, of course... I was actually just about to go ask you if you’d be willing to go one.” Beesplash mused to the warrior. Her head turned to look over at the stressed out medicine cat, whom she gave a small look of sympathy to. That was certainly a job she was glad she didn’t have in the current moment. There was more pressure on them than any other cat, even more so than Yellowstar in her opinion. She watched as Flurryfoot suddenly took off without much warning and shot a questioning glance to Mistyheart, wondering if the warrior had any idea what was going on. Upon FLurryfoot’s return, Beesplash frowned at the mention of a ‘medicine patrol’.
“We need to send out a hunting patrol as well though...” She said with a sigh as she glanced towards the pitiful freshkill pile, if you could even call it that. The deputy flickered her gaze over to Mistyheart. “Depending on how much energy you and anyone else that joins us have, I suppose we could grab herbs along the way.... Or I could put together a second patrol to accompany you Flurryfoot. What do you two think?"
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 15, 2017 0:19:18 GMT -5
Flurryfoot had to take a step back from her momentary tirade of chaos, realizing that she had just tried to order around the deputy, of all cats. The only thing worse would have been to command Yellowstar in battle tactics. She frowned and dipped her head a little meekly, "My apologies, Beesplash, I... got a little ahead of myself there." She straightened herself, however, and looked at the two cats. "We do still need herbs, but having food is just as important," she mewed somberly, lifting her tired eyes two the two cats. "If you two are insistent on hunting, I could accompany you and gather what herbs I can see on my own," she suggested, not quite feeling like going about the task alone. It would be nice, she admitted, to have some familiar faces around.
She glanced around, and tried to settle her queasy stomach about leaving for some time, but she shook herself a little. Thistleflower and Lichenpaw should be able to hold down the camp without her, right? They were perfectly capable medicine cats who needed herbs too and she was really the only one who knew were a majority of the herbs in the territory were. This was up to her, she thought, giving herself a small pep-talk in her mind.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 15, 2017 1:07:33 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Im going to bring Lichenpaw in to help fluffyfoot gather herbs. >> RP <<
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 15, 2017 1:08:08 GMT -5
>> Ooc << I'll reply tomorrow though. >> RP <<
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 15, 2017 1:17:03 GMT -5
((No worries; that'll work for me! Have a good night. (It's nbd, but it's Flurryfoot, not Fluffyfoot. Both sound good and pure tho)))
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 15, 2017 9:03:41 GMT -5
(I replied to you earlier by the way Dagegen]
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 15, 2017 18:00:22 GMT -5
((ah shoot, I missed that... I'm sorry Littleflower. ^^; I'll get to it as soon as I can but college has me in binds today.))
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 16, 2017 18:20:34 GMT -5
Delicately the expectant mother wrapped her long golden tail around the small kit's sleeping frame, and drew him back to her body. Settling him at her flank, she gave him a gentle lick over the ears. She watched him for a moment, thinking to herself in silence. She replied with a raspy voice, a sigh tugging from her throat as she watched the little kit doze. "I will watch him with my life." She said firmly. Honesty lacing her every word. Whorlkit had given up on his attempts at staying awake, and allowed the queen to pull him close. He felt warm and comfortable tucked close to the queen and it reminded him quite a bit of his own mother's nurturing. He knew that the smell was very different, both soiled by soot and the smell of a different clan entirely; it was still settling in his heart that he would likely never smell his mother again and he didn't dwell on that thought. He was too tired to really do anything at the moment; in any other state of mind, he might have clingged desperately to Mossheart in a plead to not leave him alone. Instead, he felt relaxed for the first time since the fire and felt a tiny, high pitched purr leave his throat.
"Thank you so much; you have no idea what this means to me. You're in my debt, Morningflight," he heard Mossheart chirp and his own whiskers twitched as he quickly fell into a deeper sleep.
((I finally got a roleplay profile done for this lil guy. I love him so much omg))
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 16, 2017 18:28:05 GMT -5
Shaking her head firmly, resting her head on her paws with a sigh rumbling from her throat. “In times like this, we need to work together regardless of borders.” She said honestly, watching the kit sleep with a slight smile. “All kits need a mother, I’ll do my best to help whilst he’s with me, I know I’ll never replace her.” She added quickly, realising how melancholy she must have sounded.
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Pansexual
Aɪʀ
i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 16, 2017 19:31:10 GMT -5
» Hey! Gonna be m.i.a. for just oooonnne more night. Been studying my butt off for a major test coming up. I'll respond to everyone probably early sometime tomorrow. I'm going to be moving the plot forward by then, so hopefully everyone will stop by to influence what happens next.~ I may even add a poll, I'm not sure yet. «
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 16, 2017 20:30:12 GMT -5
((No worries! I've been in the same boat. Best of luck with your exam! I hope you ace it!))
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 16, 2017 20:54:12 GMT -5
>> Ooc << my wrist is still killing me and i have a project due monday. >> RP <<
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 16, 2017 21:16:29 GMT -5
((I hope your wrist starts to feel better too! Surgery is no fun. And best of luck on the project!))
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 16, 2017 22:25:05 GMT -5
(good luck air! and hope you feel better soon)
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Pansexual
Aɪʀ
i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 18, 2017 11:54:41 GMT -5
» Thanks for all the good wishes! That test was a breeeeeze.
Also, I love Flurryfoot xD «
Upon Mossheart's suggestion to share the fish, Yellowstar settled down next to the ShadowClan queen. He agreed with the WindClan warrior's idea a lot more than he liked the idea of Morningflight hunting, especially in her sick state. "Sure, you can hunt," he meowed, although not being entirely truthful. He nudged the fish towards her slightly to offer her the first bite as his golden eyes roamed over to Mossheart.
He nodded his head, the idea of more cats hunting appealing to him greatly. "Just be sure to check in with Beesplash. She should be organizing patrols by now."
The golden tom turned his attention back to Morningflight and the WindClan kit, amusement sparkling in his eyes as he watched how amazed the kit was to see him. He was quite large, even for a RiverClan tom. He'd never truly been aware of how big he was until he attended his first gathering and towered over the other apprentices. The memory made his whiskers twitch. "She's right," he said after Morningflight's words about being soft, "I couldn't possible take on a fast warrior like yourself, so there's nothing to worry about." He purred, but the happy sound was short-lived as he heard her words about taking him down on multiple occasions. He fluffed out his fur dramatically. "That only happened once," he corrected, raising his chin up high.
He began to purr again as he watched the kit doze off. He always had a soft spot for kits and apprentices; they were so young and naïve, full of energy and hope. Seeing Whorlkit curl up with Mornginflight sparked something in his chest, and he wondered what life would be like once his own kits were born. What will they look like? How many will there be? He looked at Morningflight and resisted the urge to wrap his tail around them both. He wanted to protect them at any and all costs... But could he do that if he sent the other clans away? Could his kits ever be happy, forced to live on the gathering island forever, or possibly sent out into the dangerous world to find a new home for themselves? He frowned a little, scooting closer to them as he mind reeled. His appetite was zapped by the burden weighing on his shoulders and he turned his nose away from the fish. His decision could affect the clans forever, and possibly destroy them if he didn't make the right choice.
Lilypaw purred at the sound of the she-cat's belly rumbling. She shuffled her paws, glancing down at the ground briefly as she almost shot down the senior warrior's offer to share. She was absolutely starving, and Yellowstar had insisted on her eating earlier... but she didn't want to rob the WindClan she-cat of a full meal. She didn't protest however as she settled down and took a swift bite out of the fish, not wanting to get reprimanded by the experienced warrior. She chewed swiftly at first, but slowed down as she began to savor the flavor. Her tail swished behind her happily as she swallowed. She could already feel her strength regenerating just by taking a bite. It spoke volumes of how long it'd been since she last feasted.
She waited for Mossheart to eat some too before taking her final share of the prey and licking her muzzle. "That was great," she purred. She was eager to start hunting, determined to catch a good amount so that every cat could feel as satisfied as her. She could hardly keep her paws still as she got up, grooming her chest fur briefly before surveying the camp for her deputy.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 18, 2017 12:05:41 GMT -5
(Well done! What do you study? I'm a law student!)
Dwarfed by the father of her kits, the slender queen pressed against his familiar warmth with a very slight purr. She carried herself with a great deal of caution, but knew they were safe here at the very least. Another would have to look at them with careful detail in order to spot how close the two were. To see the looks she gave him, and the smile which laced her expression at the very mention of his name. Morningflight had tried to convince herself out of love with the Riverclan leader, knowing that little good could ever come from their relationship, but the truth was unavoidable.
She loved him.
Yet now she carried his kits inside her belly, and life would soon become a lot more complicated. Knowing full well that this was a temporary place to stay, she didn't know where she would end up raising her kits. If they would ever even have the chance to get to know their father. Her clan was all but gone, Morningflight didn't know if she'd have the chance to raise her kits in safety. Tucking Whorlkit closer to her belly, she licked him between the ears with a slight purr, trying to hide the panic which was slowly building up inside her chest.
Rolling her eyes with a chuckle, swiping her tongue across his ear quickly. "If that's what you must tell yourself," she chuckled. Her own eyes lighting with laughter at the memory of their first meeting, and how far they had both come since that time. It was a much happier time, she thought with a wince looking around at their destroyed homes. She let out a soft sigh, the fear apparent in her dark blue eyes.
Unconsciously, she pressed herself closer to the larger tom. She had lost so much, and now her kits might lose their father before they were even born, if they were forced from the territories. It had always been her home, but now there was nothing left of it.
Between them, her kits began to shift and squirm again inside her stomach. Making her flank twitch with the gentle movements, she let out a gentle sigh. Knowing that if she was feeling hungry, they would suffer the most from it. With a resistant sigh, the young queen leant down and took a bite from the fish. Swallowing it down with a grimace, she offered the tom another bite. "I don't know how you can eat this every day," she said with a chuckle. "Nothing can beat squirrel," the pregnant queen rasped.
Morningflight would have said something more, when a further bought of coughing ripped through her she cringed. Choking on her own breath her sides shuddered with the effort as pain lit her frame from the inability to breathe.
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