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Mistyveil followed Littlebird, it wasn't a moment after lying down that she let out a cry. The nice thing was she had so many kits at this point that while pregnancy hurt her kitting process no longer lasted very long. It wasn't long before she the kits came, but the moment she pushed the last kit she found herself feeling weaker than she ever had after giving birth. Or maybe weak wasn't the right word, exhausted. Then again she never had eight kits at once before. She smiled sleepily at Littlebird, "Thanks for coming, you're a true friend," She whispered as she let out a yawn, "I'm just going to shut my eyes for a moment."
When Mistyveil awoke she found herself in StarClan.
"God dammit, I told you, I didn't want to die giving birth and if I did die I didn't want to be surrounded by the same nimrods I've had to live with. I want to be nothingness, total black at the end," Mistyveil said, to the poor StarClan cats that brought her there, but they didn't seem to be looking at her, but instead in a different direction. Mistyveil lifted up her own paw, she wasn't dead, there was no starlight or shadow corrupting her image. She slowly walked between the cats before stopping when she hit something leafy and lifted her paw to see leatherleaf ferns spread across the ground. She squinted her eyes, but couldn't see what they saw, everything was hazy.
Her head slowly turned to look back at the StarClan cats, "So. It's Leatherfern then?"
"His destiny is too uncertain, last time he turned his back on all of us," Creekcress said walking past Mistyveil before turning a blue glowing eye to look at her, "But I know you want to choose him."
Mistyveil blushed, but her gaze remained emotionless in a serene kind of a way, "I know he's a good person inside, isn't it fate that he showed up? Or at least impressive calculation to choose now to come back?"
"We can find someone who's more... Predictable," Creekcress suggested watching as Mistyveil nodded along, "Give it time Misty, someone will rise."
She leaned her head up a bit groggily, "Leatherstar get in here," She said more like a mother calling her kit into the den when they weren't behaving.
Post by aberrantfox on Aug 19, 2019 0:42:44 GMT -5
Leatherfern's ears pricked. No one had called him by that name in moons. At least not directly. The tom turned his head his massive shoulders following suit. He ignored ingedwolf, even though eh felt he could have a proper conversation with the much older tom now that they were on even ground, but for some reason the tone of Mistyveil's voice left little time to dally.
He picked past those gathered, Goldenlion, Skipstep, and Frozenrequiem to stand at the entrance to the medicine cats den. He cast a wondering gaze across Littlebird's painted form, the unimaginable number of mewing kits and finally locked eyes with Mistyveil. "No one has called me by that name in many seasons." he meowed. His voice seeming foreign in the warm milk and herb scented den.
"Littlebird can you grab me those borage leaves, please? I'm going to need a lot of milk for this litter," Mistyveil said before returning focus to Leatherfern, "The clan has dwindled in size and while these kits will help, it won't be soon enough. I won't continue waiting for a hero to come in and swoop this responsibility of taking care of WinterClan off my shoulders because I know it's you. When I drifted off for a moment I visited StarClan and from it I know without a shadow of a doubt that you're meant to be leader. Cinnamonpaw, my new medicine cat apprentice, can take you to the Moon Creek so you can restock those lives of yours. Plus it will be good for him to walk with you on that sort of journey. Anyways I didn't ask to be medicine cat and right now you didn't ask to be leader, but I think we can both agree that this is our home so let's take care of it together again?"
Her eyes watered and she internally cursed herself for being so emotional. Maybe she really was emotional, though she blamed it on the fact she had just given birth. Still she didn't shy away from what she had wanted to say, "Cause I've really missed you, fuzz brain."
Skipstep shrugged off Leatherfern's comment, either the other tom was just trying to scare him or there really was ghost cats out to possess cats. He had faith though that his belief in the Sun God would protect him, though he wouldn't get far from Littlebird.
He noticed his mate seemed unnerved by the sight of Goldenlion and looked at the tom curiously, unsure what she was seeing. He hadn't seen much of Goldenstar, the last thing he really recalled Littlebird's father was him ripping into Glowstar over stolen kits or something. It was a while ago and he'd been young and unaware still then, hadn't paid it much mind. Though now that he was looking at the tom, he did have a similar colored pelt as Goldenstar... but that wasn't saying much. He brushed past Leatherfern to go stand close to Littlebird reminding her that he was with her.
Post by aberrantfox on Aug 19, 2019 11:37:55 GMT -5
Leatherfern looked surprised. His ear twitched and his shoulders tensed. Was this why StarClan had been pestering him with feelings of urgency to return to WinterClan. He had enjoyed his freedom as a rogue. Wondering the many territories and getting to know the different cultures of the other clans. He especially enjoyed being so close to his children despite it being mostly on the border. He let out a little purr. Aside from the fact that it seemed StarClan intended him to live out his remaining lives in WinterClan's icy mountain he couldn't sway from the idea so completely. "
"Perhaps you and the ancestors have it out for me." he purred teasingly reaching out and giving Mistyveil a tentative lick between the ears like an adoring son would to his mother. "I have missed you too. and I would be honored to return to WinterClan to bring it back onto its feet and restart its place among the clans. However I think I will remain as I am with the lives I have left. StarClan has already blessed me once and these lives were meant to be lived out in service to those I love. So let them be as they are. Although for appearances sake I think for clan moral Cinnamonpaw and I should still make the journey." He purred thinking of the tasks he would do to begin his leadership once more.
As his daughter disappeared into the medicine cat den, it was Singedwolf that caught his eye next. Goldenlion strode forward, until he stood nose to nose with him. He stood there simply staring as if he were contemplating killing him right there on the spot. There was a look in his eye, a dangerous look that Singedwolf would know all to well.
He raised one paw slowly, the tips of his claws sticking our from the long fur that coated his massive paws. It moved towards Singedwolf, landing upon his head with surprising gentleness "You always were a loyal dog" he lowered his paw glancing back to the den in which Littlebird had went into. Seeing him here, and her still alive left little doubt in his mind about who was responsible for her rescue that day. Cleaver
Littlebird was exhausted as well, hugging the fine line between her duty to Mistyveil and the desire to rest. She was already weakened from giving birth herself, and the journey to WinterClan's camp wasn't exactly an easy on. She hadn't even had a moment to catch her breathe or to take everything going on in the main part of camp, for the kits could not wait to be born. With so many kits, it took a while to make sure they arrived into this world safely. As the medicine cat closed her eyes she leaned forward and licked her ears "rest, I will wait until you wake to leave"
She began looking over each of the kits, when suddenly Mistyveil's eyes shot open calling for Leatherstar. It didn't take a genius to figure out why, and her suspicions were confirmed only a few moments later as Mistyveil spoke. She passed the borage leaves over to her, rising to her own weary paws "You were always meant to be here" she murmered walking to entrance to take her leave "This time make WinterClan what we always dreamed it would be" she called over her shoulder, as she joined her two companions. She would have interlaced her tail with Skipstep's, but she was covered in the blood and grime that came with assisiting in a delivery. Instead she walked by his side, focusing on placing each paw in order to avoid stumbling. She stopped just in front of singedwolf and Goldenstar "It's time for us to go home, we are no longer needed here"
He’d always wondered if he could take Goldenstar in a fight— they were both skilled fighters in their own way, strong and fierce and wily, and he had never really known if his protection was necessary. But his slimy underfed mate had taken the leader down last time, so perhaps he wasn’t so good at all. His eyes narrowed slightly as his heated gaze fixed on the approaching foreigner but he said nothing, didn’t even twitch to defend himself, waiting— until the blow came, as a soft touch between his ears.
You were always a loyal dog.
Singedwolf growled, or perhaps purred, but before he could answer Littlebird arrived. He grunted and glanced away, looking over at Littlebird with reluctant fondness. The initiate didn’t want to stay a second longer than he had to, but he knew how dangerous storms were on the mountain. They didn’t have much of a choice. “Stay, but nowhere near him,” he advised gruffly, ears twitching toward Leathersfaf.
Mistyveil curled her tail around her kits, she knew there would be a lot, but not so many that they didn't have enough warmth to go around, "Regin!" She called out for him, "I need you to cuddle with me, there are too many kits, they'll be cold without you."
Barrenfrost marched into camp carrying a massive rabbit and dropping it into the freshkill pile. He was always a massive presence appearing towering, while also muscular, he had a thicker mass and given his long fur it helped give him a snow leopard figure. His icy blue yes caught onto Littlebird's like barbed wire, "Oh hey."
He walked over to her, his hemmingway paws leaving massive paw prints in the snow behind him, "You look like you're doing pretty good for yourself, besides letting some kit color all over you, but hey, nothing to be ashamed of, I hate kits too," He shrugged before noticing Leatherfern, "LEATHER!! GET YOUR SKINNY BUTT OVER HERE AND HUG ME DAMMIT!"
Barrenfrost full on dog piled into leatherfern with a tackle hug before playfully batting his friends face once, "You slimy jerk, making me get all emotional, you should have told me you were coming. Aw man, we could rough house all day, and now that you're not a leader, I don't have to attempt to assassinate you anymore," He said cheerfully, even though he never once admitted to trying to kill Leatherfern, not that he'd ever notice since every attempt failed. That and Barrenfrost was always rambling about some weird story so who was to even say it was reasonable to buy whatever it was he was talking about now.
The WinterClan tom had been more than happy to stay away from the kitting— he didn’t really like that, nor the squirmy stage after. He lay near the rim of the camp listening in and chatting casually until he heard his name called, and sighed dramatically. “The mate calls,” he mewed, shrugged, and made his way to the den.
“Hey sweetheart, so sorry I’m late,” he greeted as he strolled in and plopped down at her side. “So many again? Really?” he wrinkled his muzzle.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 29, 2019 9:57:17 GMT -5
LITTLEBIRD
SUNCLAN PRIESTESS PROMISED
She could smell the snow in the air, a scent that even after all this time away from WinterClan was still crystal clear. The storms in these mountains were dangerous, and the sun was beginning to set behind the horizon. Although she felt confident in her ability to get through it,Skipstep was not accustomed to such.bitter cold and she to was tired and exhausted. She could feel the tendrils of sleep deprivation pulling at her eyelids, the sluggishness of her feet. Her belly ached from the milk being produced for her kits that waited on her return.
She wrapped her tail around Skipstep's, allowing him to speak his opinion before making a decision. If Singedwolf was advising that they stayed, the storm that was on it's way must be rather nasty. Otherwise he would have encourage them to leave, knowing that the longer they spent here the more danger they would be placed in. They were surrounded by enemies, and now Leatehrstar was at their head...Jetclaw
Post by aberrantfox on Sept 5, 2019 12:27:25 GMT -5
Leatherstar had to brace himself for the impact of the massive furball known as Barrenfrost. "Yeah nice to see you too buddy. wait you tried to kill me? what? And dont get too excited I was called back for a reason you know." he pushed back against his friend his own large paws pressing into the toms thick fur. "Uhg you crushing me you fat rabbit."
Silverfox, the grand daughter of Foxstar and daughter of Dealfinder, padded forward her heart pleased with the presence of the SunClan cats. She padded up to the three. "If you want to stay with the other warriors we have room but you might be more comfortable in the nursery tonight. Its warmer and well... less hostile." she purred. Her fox like plume of a tail swishing gleefully.
Skipstep's expression shifted, eyes narrowed in displeasure. He was not thrilled at the idea of them being stuck in WinterClan. Everything in him railed against it. He already hated being this close to Leatherstar, especially after the tom was partially the reason why Jetclaw was missing now. (Though really he couldn't fully blame Leatherstar, Jetclaw had also been needed to rescue a SunClan cat as well, but it still burned him up.
"If Singedwolf says it, I trust his and your judgement, I'm not familiar with these lands. If it's dangerous, we'd best wait it out." Skipstep said grimly.
