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Post by Sapphire on Jun 16, 2008 21:16:41 GMT -5
Sparrowing turned about in her mossy bedding; her kits were coming. She felt a bitter joy that she didn't have to put up with Blackheart anymore, but also over-whelming sorrow. She finally settled down as she waitede for her kits to arrive. Time passed slowly and Sparrowing wailed out with such sorrow she could hardly bear it herself. She had given birth to just one kit...a kit who hadn't gotten to see the light of day. He was born dead. She nuzzled the kit's cold lifeless body and hoped StarClan would welcome him with open arms.  |
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Post by •The Speedster• on Jun 18, 2008 15:28:48 GMT -5
Speedstripe walked into the nursery, already knowing about the dead kit. She nuzzled her head against Sparrowing's but then looked her in the eyes. "A kit just found his way here through the forest, hes not old enough to be an apprentice yet, so could you take care of him?" She took a few steps backwards and pushed a little puffball forward. It was black and white with mossy green eyes. "His name is Mosskit, and hes a bit shy, but he'll warm up to you." The silver femme smiled and slightly pushed Mosskit forwards, he stumbled a bit, but slowly but surely made his way to the new queen.
 Mosskit's orbs widened when he saw the dead kit in front of the teary-eyed queen. Then it faded into sorrow and he walked towards her more confidently, he nuzzled against her, and searched for the scent of milk. Finally he found it near her stomach, and pushed gently on the sides, and lapped the warm white liquid up. |
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Post by Sapphire on Jun 20, 2008 10:21:09 GMT -5
Sparrowing looked at the kit affectionatly. Her sorrowed gaze then flickered to Speedstripe with a new determination, "Thank you so much Speedstripe, this really means alot." The new queen looked down at the lifeless black kit she had just given birth to. "I'd like to name him still," her voice was wavering with the pain she felt, "His name is Nightkit,'' she finally said. Then she nuzzled him one last time. "Could you please do me the favor of taking him out so he can have a vigil and then....and then be burried?" she asked the kind cat in front of her. "I have to stay here and care for Mosskit." her eyes beamed looking down at the tiny kit nuzzling against her body.
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Post by •The Speedster• on Jun 20, 2008 19:39:05 GMT -5
"Sure. I'll do it now." She dipped her head down and rubbed her cheek against her friends. "It's all going to be ok, trust me." She tried to reasure the queen, but she guessed that it really didn't help all that much. The sterling fae picked up Nightkit and padded out into the camp clearing. She cleared her voicde, trying to get at least some cats attention, then set the dead kit down, starting the vigil. She sat very still as she lay down beside her friemds kit. Her nose burried into her scruff, her eyes watery, she waited for the others to join her. |
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Post by Sapphire on Jun 22, 2008 10:11:43 GMT -5
Sparrowing starred gratefully at the entrence as Speedstripe disappeared into the clearing with the lifeless kit. She licked Mosskit gently soothing his little squirming body and purred. She was glad she still had this kit to look forward to mothering. She wished she could go and sit a proper vigil for Nightkit, but right now this kit that was huddled into her belly needed her more. StarClan would surely be there to light her kit's path into their starry ranks. The thought conforted her as she let her eyes close into narrow slits simply thinking of how eventful her life had been lately. She had lost her mate to a rogue, and lost her kit to StarClan. But now as she looked down at the tiny kit, she felt new hope and new determination. He needed her, and she would be here for him for as long as the moon rose and the sun rose.
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Post by •The Speedster• on Jun 23, 2008 19:43:29 GMT -5
Mosskit squirmed in the she-cat's arms, a tiny mewl escaping him. His little black and white bodice moved closer to her, a shiver running through his back from the cold wind. A great yawn escaped from him, and his eyelids fluttered shut. The tiny brute suckled softly with his paws moving back and forth until he fell asleep. As he slept, he dreamt he was back at home; surounded by milky smells and soft human hands, holding him close. He missed the warmth, where he didn't have to feel the breeze down his spine, and he shivered in his sleep just thinking about it. He walked around the dreamy place, looking for the familiar place where his family was, but somehow, it was changing. The farther his little body took him, the more the rooms would begin to look like the forest nursery den. And as soon as he set one paw into the room he was born in, he opened his eyes and he was back into the nursery, the replacement mother staring soundely at her orphan. "Mama?" He asked, confused and forgeting that this wasn't his real birthmother. His voice vanished as soon as it started and he turned his head towards her stamuch once again, and quickly started suckling, hoping she hadn't heard the mishap. |
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Post by phantom~stormstare on Jul 10, 2008 16:31:35 GMT -5
((as sparrowing))
Sparrowing pricked her ears, she thought she heard the kit mew something. She quickly dismissed the thought when she looked down to see him suckling quietly. She let out a warm purr from deep in her throat and closed her eyes picturing her dead kit alive and well in the ranks of StarClan.
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Post by •The Speedster• on Jul 10, 2008 21:00:43 GMT -5
Mosskit stumbled clumsily after he was done feeding. His tiny paws flipped out from under his bodice and he tripped to the ground. He made a small mew, but was fine. He was one cirious kitten, that was for sure. He wondered around what felt like a million miles, but really was just outside the nursery. Although he was cirious, he was smart, he didnt go too far. As soon as he saw all the big cats wandering around and ripping into dead mice he scampered back into the nursery, and over to his foster mother.
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Post by Sapphire on Jul 13, 2008 15:16:26 GMT -5
"What is it my darling?" she purred happily, "Are you alright?'' she asked the wide-eyed kit.
((sorry, cant think of anything else to say!))
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Post by •The Speedster• on Jul 13, 2008 23:17:11 GMT -5
The tiny scampering kit almost ran into Sparrowwing as he desperately got away. Lo- lo- lots of cats! His high pitched kitten voice was even higher than usual, and his green orbs where wide enough to see the white circling it. He ducked behind his foster mother, even though none of the clan cats were even coming his way. He wasn't used to this many cats being around. He was only used to his mother, father, and two siblings. The young tom settled down after a while though. And right after that he instantly fell asleep, for, that what most kits do all day.
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Post by Sapphire on Jul 23, 2008 19:33:13 GMT -5
Sparrowing, huddled closer the the terrified kit and purred softly. There were many things that Mosskit still would need to adjust to in order to live a happy life within the clan.
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Post by •The Speedster• on Jul 23, 2008 20:21:25 GMT -5
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