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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 17:17:13 GMT -5
Growling lowly, the tom lowered his mouth to the leader's scruff and pulling her upright none too gently until her limp body hung from his jaws. He looked down at the bundle of fur which was Scoutkit curled up on the ground, terrified and confused as to what on earth was going on. He shoved the tiny kitten towards its new mother with a growl, "Get that creature out of my sight," he said with a growl. Before turning away and pulling Copperstar's limp frame away from the camp and back to where she belonged.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 18:04:59 GMT -5
(Bump?)
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Post by Stillanonion on Jun 6, 2018 18:07:06 GMT -5
(I'm just waiting for falcon to reply)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 18:09:36 GMT -5
(no worries, I'll just be waiting XD impatiently)
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Post by Stillanonion on Jun 6, 2018 18:28:36 GMT -5
(Same same XD)
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Post by Chocolate-Fawn on Jun 6, 2018 20:48:50 GMT -5
(Open to RP with Applefoot or Fawnclaw)
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Post by MotherofSolace on Jun 6, 2018 21:19:56 GMT -5
(what in the Lord is happening?)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 21:29:31 GMT -5
(unsure what is presently happening in the lord, but in the clan the kits have been taken from Copperstar in effect. Feel free to have Stormchaser attempt to console. Her close that would be heartbreakingly cute or pinenose helping console the terrified kits)
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 6, 2018 21:39:55 GMT -5
After the rough encounter with the angry cats, Berrykit had offered more than a few wails of protest and had undoubtedly made tearing her from her mother a chore. Deposited in the nursery, she could hardly seem to find any joy in the soft moss as she squirmed and crawled helplessly in search of the scent and warmth of the mother she had grown used to in her brief time of existence. As with her siblings, there was little doubt she was frightened, her wails only growing more desperate in her fearful inching along through the thick moss. It had been a significant time since Mothflutter's departure before the ginger tom finally awoke from his restless sleep, the darkness of the den and coldness of the nearby nests telling him he had been alone for a while. His mind still felt heavy, and somehow the stress from the night before had not dissapitated but he now knew that there was little evidence to save Copperstar. Honeywhisker could only believe she had committed the atrocity, and had no choice but to accept it. More so he knew allowing the frightening result of everything hold him down would do nothing for anyone. With that in mind, he took a deep breath and cheered up to the best of his abilities before finally pulling himself from his nest and out of the den. He had brought forth a sense of cheer as he pranced out of the den, though he made a bee-line for the freshkill pile as if perhaps trying to avoid the harsh gaze of those currently running amok at the top of the clan. Grabbing a mouse, he moved away to have a meal before heading out. He hardly wanted to be around too long.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 21:46:16 GMT -5
(a week to two weeks old probably if you’d prefer something else let me know with copper’s being a couple of days old)
Splashkit, her fur still matted by her own blood and weakened from injuries no one as young as she should have ever had to deal with had lied mostly still in her nest. Hurting and scared, even the instinct to find her mother had been extinguished by pain, exhaustion and hunger. The little calico at last elicited a squeak when she felt Berrykit knocked into her, the scent familiar even if she didnt yet know who or what it was. Splashkit squirmed a little, but her movements were weak.
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Post by MotherofSolace on Jun 6, 2018 21:51:39 GMT -5
Once the kits had been taken away, Stormchaser turned to Copperstar. He padded slowly to stand in front of her. She was still beautiful dispite the state she was in. He wasn't sure where to began and he just looked at her. "You know that if I were to say what I truly wanted to in that moment, they would have killed me. You know that right? That I didnt want any of this," he finally said his eyes pleading. "And I would gladly die for you and our kits but what good what that do you in the end if I'm dead and you're still imprisoned?" Worry was bubbling up in him. The grey tom walked. Very thin line with the clan having taken leadership of the clan. If he were to do anything to show he was goinf to bed Copperstar, theyd gladly end him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 22:01:00 GMT -5
Whilst the skinny and broken shecat that stood before Stormchaser was hardly a beautiful creature, Copperstar still carried herself with the pride and strength of a leader in spite of it all. Both of which were conveyed as she turned her gaze of sheer fury onto the tom she loved, in spite of her being trapped within the tight confines of her prison, she’d never felt more distance between them. Tears welled in her dark eyes, and her legs shook wth the effort of keeping her starved body upright, as she stared down at the empty makeshift nest, the absence of her kits all too clear to the broken queen.
“They needed me,” her words were hoarse as she tried to rid her head of the sounds of their desperate wails, “they needed me and I failed them.” She didnt sob or cry, but her voice nearly broke with the emotion pent up in it. She looked to him with eyes half glazed over with grief, “They’ll be killed, Stormchaser, you have to understand that. The clan believes. I have wronged them, they want justice.”
“And you just gave it to them.”
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 6, 2018 22:06:42 GMT -5
Berrykit's wild flouncing about seemed to settle somewhat as her little boddy collided with the smaller body of her sister. Though not her mother, it was a familiar sent beneath the copper scent of blood and to that end the russet she-kit took what comfort she could, nuzzling into the injured body of her littermate and quieting. She couldn't begin to understand the pain and injury her littermate was suffering at this time, her young mind not yet developed enough to understand that anymore than the absence of their mother.
Although the chaos had startled the young dilute tortoiseshell, Willowkit had watched quietly from the safety of his nest, observing with a sense of curiosity but keeping his safe distance. Older as he may have been to the new kits, he was hardly yet old enough to prance about willynilly, but with open eyes he had begun showing a notable curiosity. He did not yet understand all the discourse between the adult cats but his desire to learn about the new cats had eventually led him to worm his way towards the smaller bodies, his steps still somewhat wobbly, and begin a light act of sniffing at their strange scents.
In a similar state of being small and not all that ferocious but larger than the new kits. All the angry tension forced into the nursery had left the black and white kit known as Ravenkit hissing in tiny fury. He at least seemed determined to protect his home from the big brutish cats even if he had about the coordination of a one legged badger. It was only after the queens were all that remained in the den with the kits that the fussy kit seemed to settle, though his still blue eyes glared out from his nest of moss as if daring the tome to return.
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Post by MotherofSolace on Jun 6, 2018 22:14:51 GMT -5
Anger rose in him at her words," actually they'd rather kill you then our kits Copperstar and you know that for a fact. Why else would they have just let you birth them instead of killing you and them both when they had the chance? They see our kits as kit to be raised to loyal warriors to them." His fur was bristling now, did she not trust him ? Not have any faith in him anymore? "Although they do need you, you'd have our kits wither in a place like this?" He gaze swept the area that was her prison. "This is no place for kits," he sighed heavily. "And if you would have listened to me the queens are on our side and will let no harm come to them. " His mind swirled with hurt and confusion. "And yet you blame me! I was the one who defened you when they struck you down, the one who took the far most beating our of anyone in the clan to defend you. I was dying in the medicine cat den and the only thing I could think about was how I was gonna free you and mt family. But yet you have no faith in my word of plan," now his own voice sported a broken down. "I almost died for you, only having one life unlike you and you don't even trust me anymore."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 22:15:43 GMT -5
(Polite request that you guys please STOP BREAKING MY HEART, now continue with your regularly scheduled programming)
Tiny paws kneading into the warm fur of her bigger sister, the calico kitten buried close to her littermate with a weak mewling sound, finding comfort in the familiar scent of Berrykit in spite of the pain taking up most of her other senses. This strange place carried the same milky scent that the calico kitten had come to associate with a full belly, but the warmth and purring of their mother was absent, a feeling which sent the runts instincts into mayhem. As the screamed at her to fight and mewl until her mother found hr as there was little else she was capable of doing, but the bleeding kitten was simply too weak. Without medical attention, it was unknown how much longer the sweet shekit would survive. At the sudden and new scent, Willowkit’s to be specific, the little kit mewed in surprise..
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 22:30:05 GMT -5
“Forgive me if I fail to see how a handful of cats can do anything to stop cats who have made it apparent they will stop at nothing to get what the want,” Copperstar’s voice was low and broken. Her heart ached for the kits she was certain were as good and dead, for the first time she allowed tears t fall down her cheeks, her kits desperate wails replaying over and over in her head until it took every part of her will power to not break down there and then. “My sweet little Splashkit,” she whimpered with eyes fixed on her paws. “She’s so little, she shouldn’t have known pain for moons to come, and when she learned of it I should have been there o soothe her. But instead she’s alone and terrified, if she’s even alive at all.”
She watched her mate with tear filled eyes, “I would have given my every life to save them, that’s the least those sweet kits deserved. But now I will never get the chance. Ive lost everything.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 23:15:03 GMT -5
A squeak elicited from the little shekit, but on finding the gesture wasn’t all too uncomfortable or scary, the little kit curled up into a ball and allowed herself to be subject to the kindness of the older kit. Curling up close to her sister’s side, resting her black and orange head against her sister’s shoulder. Able to enjoy for the first time in her life the comfort of fresh moss rather than hard dirt.
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 6, 2018 23:41:02 GMT -5
Perhaps it was a bit unusual for a kit of this age to put himself to work helping with kits younger than himself, though not by a whole lot, but Willowkit felt some form of comfort in pushing away the thoughts of the arguments of the older cats and occupying him with the smaller bundles. He couldn't help but wonder if a short time back he and his own siblings had looked the very same. Blind and helpless. Neverthless, realizing that the act wasn't harming the kit any, he continued the delicate act of cleaning the injured section of her body, though he soon awkwardly laid next to her -- as an act to keep himself from falling. It only seemed right to try and keep an eye on them since they couldn't seem to see for themselves yet.
Although the unfamiliar scents were alarming, Berrykit found comfort in her sibling's nearness and chose not too fuss, allowing the softness of Splashkit to rest against her. She couldn't yet pin point the other familiar scents of her other siblings, though she could not yet know them by name, but seemed calm enough. The hard ground no longer their bed had earned the young kit's comfort despite the absence of their mother and though hunger would eventually relight her need, for now she seemed satisfied with lulling back into a comfortable sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 7:20:13 GMT -5
(Sorry for the poof, went to bed XD and its very adorable so I don't mind, I took it to be Willowkit, the queen XD)
Burrowing a little into the soft moss underfoot, the pain lessened though she was still considerably weakened from her ordeal, she calmed in the warmth of her sister and new friend. There were worst places in the world to sleep than to do so amidst a pile of young, fluffy kittens. And while her fears about being without a mother, without someone to protect them should the worst come to the worst, exhaustion took over the little calico and she too had soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Splashkit nestled closer to her sister with what very nearly sounded like a little purr rumbling from her tiny chest. Sleeping the first peaceful and comfortable sleep of her life.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 9:03:37 GMT -5
The little calico kitten nestled close to her older sister with a quiet humming sound rumbling from her chest, in spite of the now somewhat dulling pain from around her neck the day old kitten had largely settled. Happy in the warmth of the familiar scent of her big sister, Splashkit could hardly recognise the hunger which panged at her belly until she awoke a little while later with a hungry mewl. Paws instinctively kneading forward in search of the warmth of her mother and the milk which should have been awaiting her. Crying out in confusion when she found nothing, she squirmed back to her sister and the unknown tom. Not wanting to leave their warmth in spite of her biting hunger.
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Post by Little meow meow on Jun 7, 2018 9:23:13 GMT -5
Berrykit, too, seemed to have been lulled into the comfort and warmth of sleeping comfortably beside her smaller sibling, though the soft mewl seemed to pull her from her own sleep. In her consciousness, she became aware of her own rumbling and was far from willing to remain quiet about. Wailing mewls escaped the young kit though she showed little sign of moving from her sister's side, perhaps an ingrained fear of seperation after their mother's disappearance. After all, she had little idea if Splashkit would vanish as well the moment she moved away in search of food.
The dilute tortoishell tom jerked awake at the sudden noises of the younger kits, his eyes wide in surprise and confusion. However, perhaps as a kit himself, it was little surprise he seemed to have some idea what they wanted, or at least he had an accurate guess that his own hungry belly could relate to. As such, it was only a moment before Willowkit's own mew entered the chorus of hungry kits, crying for Petalfur to come satisfy the little huddle of kits including himself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 9:32:39 GMT -5
(Sets out the smoke signals for DG or Wander XD Willow; Help! This isn't something I can help with! XD)
Splashkit grew more distressed at the wailing of her sister, the one constant she now had in her life the kitten curled close to Berrykit, as though terrified that if she wasn't touching the shekit she would lose her too. She wanted her mother, even if it meant returning to the cold hard ground. But she needed sustinence too, it had been hours since either kit had been nursed and they were feeling the toll of their hunger. Splashkit's desperate calls continued, instinct telling her that she needed to find her mother to survive, and that if she cried loud enough of persistently enough Copperstar would have to find them. Little did Splashkit know that even if Copperstar wanted to come to her kits, she was no longer allowed. Splashkit and her siblings were alone in the world, at the mercy of their clan.
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