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Tigress September 3rd, 2017 12:42 AM
Re: RiverClan Nursery
 
@Silverblue

A grey she-cat looked down at her kit lovingly. Even though the kit wasn't biologically her's, she still felt that overwhelming sense of passion, that need to protect her kit, the feeling that all mothers feel. Mintfeather rested her tail over the silver kit. "Time to wake up, sweetheart." She purred. What a beautiful she-kit. She mused, watching as the kit's flank rose, then fell, in a repeating cycle. Mintfeather lay in silence, as she waited for her daughter to awake.

Socks September 3rd, 2017 02:59 AM
Re: RiverClan Nursery
 
{ @Role @Fern @Mystical }



Haresong sat in the foreign nursery with a longing look in her dull eyes. Every since arriving, ever since she left Stagbrair it had been like this. At first, she had seemed to snap like a twig under a warrior’s paw, right after her mate went under the flood waters only to not return she started to scream. Why didn’t any cat help him, why didn’t anyone save him? Then she got mad, cats were herding her towards another clan’s territory but the love of her life was still back in their own camp. She refused to believe that he had died but instead snapped at every cat or cried out that they had left him behind and now he was alone in Shadowclan territory not knowing where Haresong or the rest of his clan were. In her mind, he wasn’t dead and she couldn't possibly understand why they weren't turning around to rescue him.

After they had arrived in the Riverclan camp, the Somali queen was left a sobbing mess, which made others worry for her kits who she was heavily pregnant with. In fear, she’d been rushed to the nursery and watched closely by other queens who had done their best to calm her. After she had fallen asleep, exhausted, everything changed. She woke up different, distant and quiet. She hadn’t even uttered a word since the flood.

Haresong let out a muffled yowl, her muzzle pushed deep into the moss that built up her nest. A pain shot through her and, even though she had never been through this before, she knew just what was happening. Her kits were coming. This should be a joyous event but for her, it wasn’t, not even close. She couldn’t have her kits here, they had to be born on ShadowClan territory, they just had to be. Their father should be here, and they should be in the ShadowClan nursery, not here on RiverClan territory with their father gone. Another yowl escaped her as another shot of pain caused her body to jolt slightly, but all she could think of was how this shouldn’t be happening now.

--(Skippy-poo for the kiddos)--

After a lot of pain and what seemed like moons to the new mother, all three of her kits were finally born. She gently rasped her tongue over all of their pelts to dry them off and brought them close to her in protectiveness. She felt happy and sad at the same time, sadness for her children that they’d never meet their father but happiness that they were born and healthy. She only wanted the best for her children, and she knew that to do that she’d now have to accept Stagbrair’s death. She saddened eyes, she began to clean her kits at a quicker pace.

lone September 3rd, 2017 10:04 AM
Re: RiverClan Nursery
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Charmer (Post 375473)
"P-play?" Perchkit responded quizzically. He hesitated at first, but then considered the fact that this other cat didn't look big and scary. They were about the same size. "Sure," he said, trying to hide his nervousness. "I'm P-Perchkit," he stammered. "What should we p-play?"

(I actually didn't notice the stammer until you commented on it, but I think now I'm gonna roll with it. I'll have it cured as he gets older and more confident.)
"Yeah, play!" Copperkit smiled at the other kit, before a worried expression crossed his features. Did this other cat just not play that often? Oh no, what if Copperkit accidentally chose a game that the other didn't like? But that would be okay, it seemed like the tom was glad to play with him. Despite that nervous stammer - which the mixed feline would get rid of eventually. "We could pretend like we're warriors! That's always a fun game. Or, or we could play moss ball... that's fun too! Have you ever done either of those things? Do you like them?"The high speed way that the other kit had of talking was likely to overwhelm Perchkit, considering that he didn't look like he had been exposed to many cats who talked that quickly before. Or maybe he had, and they had just never ended up being friends. That wouldn't be the case with Copperkit. By the end of the day? He and Perchkit were either going to be best friends, or he was going to get away from the other kit as quickly as possible to save them both the embarrassment of being around each other for longer.

Role September 3rd, 2017 10:12 AM
Re: RiverClan Nursery
 
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Socks (Post 375758)
{ @Role @Fern @Mystical }



Haresong sat in the foreign nursery with a longing look in her dull eyes. Every since arriving, ever since she left Stagbrair it had been like this. At first, she had seemed to snap like a twig under a warrior’s paw, right after her mate went under the flood waters only to not return she started to scream. Why didn’t any cat help him, why didn’t anyone save him? Then she got mad, cats were herding her towards another clan’s territory but the love of her life was still back in their own camp. She refused to believe that he had died but instead snapped at every cat or cried out that they had left him behind and now he was alone in Shadowclan territory not knowing where Haresong or the rest of his clan were. In her mind, he wasn’t dead and she couldn't possibly understand why they weren't turning around to rescue him.

After they had arrived in the Riverclan camp, the Somali queen was left a sobbing mess, which made others worry for her kits who she was heavily pregnant with. In fear, she’d been rushed to the nursery and watched closely by other queens who had done their best to calm her. After she had fallen asleep, exhausted, everything changed. She woke up different, distant and quiet. She hadn’t even uttered a word since the flood.

Haresong let out a muffled yowl, her muzzle pushed deep into the moss that built up her nest. A pain shot through her and, even though she had never been through this before, she knew just what was happening. Her kits were coming. This should be a joyous event but for her, it wasn’t, not even close. She couldn’t have her kits here, they had to be born on ShadowClan territory, they just had to be. Their father should be here, and they should be in the ShadowClan nursery, not here on RiverClan territory with their father gone. Another yowl escaped her as another shot of pain caused her body to jolt slightly, but all she could think of was how this shouldn’t be happening now.

--(Skippy-poo for the kiddos)--

After a lot of pain and what seemed like moons to the new mother, all three of her kits were finally born. She gently rasped her tongue over all of their pelts to dry them off and brought them close to her in protectiveness. She felt happy and sad at the same time, sadness for her children that they’d never meet their father but happiness that they were born and healthy. She only wanted the best for her children, and she knew that to do that she’d now have to accept Stagbrair’s death. She saddened eyes, she began to clean her kits at a quicker pace.


The first few sunrises were odd for Plumkit. Darkness surrounded her, and silence made her succumb to fear. The kit was active, but fear is what drove her to move towards her mother's milky scent. She felt vunerable. Neither her ears or eyes were open during this time.

The next few sunrises followed, and a whole new world opened up to Plumkit. Her eyes had opened to shine a temporary, brilliant blue. Sunlight hit her harder than a cuff, however, and her eyes had watered to the point where she had to blink back her tears. She could now hear as well. Sounds rushed towards her, giving her a new sense of confidence. The occasional mrrow! of laughter, and the hiss of annoyance from other cats. The world seemed so big to Plumkit. Plumkit tried to stand on her feet, but her knees buckled. She wasn't ready to stand quite yet.

Plumkit looked around. Two more of her siblings were beside her. She couldn't tell if they were awake or asleep. Had she been the first to open her eyes? Plumkit looked up at her mother. She looked tired and sad. Plumkit prodded her mother gently, letting out a mewl of greeting.

Charmer September 3rd, 2017 11:06 AM
Re: RiverClan Nursery
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lonestar23 (Post 375851)
"Yeah, play!" Copperkit smiled at the other kit, before a worried expression crossed his features. Did this other cat just not play that often? Oh no, what if Copperkit accidentally chose a game that the other didn't like? But that would be okay, it seemed like the tom was glad to play with him. Despite that nervous stammer - which the mixed feline would get rid of eventually. "We could pretend like we're warriors! That's always a fun game. Or, or we could play moss ball... that's fun too! Have you ever done either of those things? Do you like them?"The high speed way that the other kit had of talking was likely to overwhelm Perchkit, considering that he didn't look like he had been exposed to many cats who talked that quickly before. Or maybe he had, and they had just never ended up being friends. That wouldn't be the case with Copperkit. By the end of the day? He and Perchkit were either going to be best friends, or he was going to get away from the other kit as quickly as possible to save them both the embarrassment of being around each other for longer.
Copperkit spoke so quickly that Perchkit felt his head start to swim a little. He hadn't really played either of those games before. The only kits he's played with so far had been his sister, and all she really wanted to do was wrestle or bat at Perchkit playfully. He like the idea of being a big strong warrior, even if it was just pretend, but what if he didn't do it right and the other kit stopped wanting to play with him? "H-How do you p=play mossball?" he asked, sitting up with interest as he looked Copperkit in the eye.
@Lonestar23 Bermpity bermp

Silverblue September 3rd, 2017 01:05 PM
Re: RiverClan Nursery
 
@Tigress

Mmmmm...

The tiny silver kit purrs softly, warm and contented. She hears gentle meowing from above, and opens her eyes haltingly. She looks around, curious, and decides not to go anywhere. She shivers a little bit, settling back into sleepy warmth.

RedHead September 3rd, 2017 04:55 PM
Re: RiverClan Nursery
 

@Constellation
The ginger she-cat rasped her tongue across her pelt in long, rhythmic strokes. Strawberrythorn was resting peacefully in the nursery, getting in some well-deserved grooming time. She hadn't much enjoyed her conversation with Pearlstream, and had retired to the nursery soon after to get away from her nagging sisterwife. As she continued to groom, her ears flicked constantly, turning as she listened to the sounds around her. The sounds of her former clan bustling around. The sound of her former territory, the river rushing not too far off, the smell of the water reaching her nostrils. Comforting, but uneasy at the same time. Strawberrythorn sure hoped that her sister wasn't a queen. Then she could just stay in the nursery and avoid her sister the whole time Shadowclan had to stay here. But Strawberrythorn also longed to return to the territory, to swim in the river once more. She missed the cool flow of water through her thick pelt, that was never something she could have in Shadowclan. Letting out a sigh, Strawberrythorn paused in her grooming to cast her blue gaze around.

Brilliance September 3rd, 2017 05:20 PM
Re: RiverClan Nursery
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by RedHead (Post 376319)

@Constellation
The ginger she-cat rasped her tongue across her pelt in long, rhythmic strokes. Strawberrythorn was resting peacefully in the nursery, getting in some well-deserved grooming time. She hadn't much enjoyed her conversation with Pearlstream, and had retired to the nursery soon after to get away from her nagging sisterwife. As she continued to groom, her ears flicked constantly, turning as she listened to the sounds around her. The sounds of her former clan bustling around. The sound of her former territory, the river rushing not too far off, the smell of the water reaching her nostrils. Comforting, but uneasy at the same time. Strawberrythorn sure hoped that her sister wasn't a queen. Then she could just stay in the nursery and avoid her sister the whole time Shadowclan had to stay here. But Strawberrythorn also longed to return to the territory, to swim in the river once more. She missed the cool flow of water through her thick pelt, that was never something she could have in Shadowclan. Letting out a sigh, Strawberrythorn paused in her grooming to cast her blue gaze around.
There was no doubt that the silver tom was spending time with a new molly. While his mates were scattered in the nursery, Honeythistle begged for attention like a newborn kit. Only, he didn't want to steal the attention of the mothers who were currently nursing his kits. But, even if this phenomenal white she cat was stealing a piece of his heart, Honeythistle Trekker his way near the nursery. The place where the queens resided. He welcomed himself like a fresh breeze, his coat seeming to glow. His haunting eyes darted around for a specific target. A ginger target that he felt he haven't talked to in a while. Truly, Strawberrythorn had baffled him. He knew she was his independent mate. She never really asked for much. Unless she was too proud to, but he still loved her nonetheless. As his gaze finally fell upon the queen grooming herself. Honeythistle padded towards her, not acknowledging the other queens or their kits since they weren't his. He made himself known to the flamed she cat and circled around her until he found a comfortable spot; settling himself behind her. In public, he was a pretty stoic tom, expressionless, doesn't seem to care. Unless one of his mates or his kits was around him, they would see his utmost affectionate side. He roamed his gaze over her form before purring deeply. "Missed me?" He teased, knowing fully well that he seen her every day, every moment as the sun was in the sky, and every night as the moon was ready to rise. Something was bothering her. She was looking around forlornly. "Aw, what's wrong, Strawberrythorn?" He asked, gently, rubbing his head in the crook of her neck for a moment. "I'd thought you'd be happy to be back...here." He didn't like Riverclan much, but he had took in a Riverclan she cat as one of his mates. Usually when cats came back to the clan they were born in...weren't they suppose to be happy?

{ @Beau ~ stalk lil beanie :heartbounce: }

dionysus September 3rd, 2017 05:47 PM
Re: RiverClan Nursery
 
I shall <3
0.0

ShiningFern September 3rd, 2017 10:02 PM
Re: RiverClan Nursery
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Socks (Post 375758)
 
{ @Role @Fern @Mystical }



Haresong sat in the foreign nursery with a longing look in her dull eyes. Every since arriving, ever since she left Stagbrair it had been like this. At first, she had seemed to snap like a twig under a warrior’s paw, right after her mate went under the flood waters only to not return she started to scream. Why didn’t any cat help him, why didn’t anyone save him? Then she got mad, cats were herding her towards another clan’s territory but the love of her life was still back in their own camp. She refused to believe that he had died but instead snapped at every cat or cried out that they had left him behind and now he was alone in Shadowclan territory not knowing where Haresong or the rest of his clan were. In her mind, he wasn’t dead and she couldn't possibly understand why they weren't turning around to rescue him.

After they had arrived in the Riverclan camp, the Somali queen was left a sobbing mess, which made others worry for her kits who she was heavily pregnant with. In fear, she’d been rushed to the nursery and watched closely by other queens who had done their best to calm her. After she had fallen asleep, exhausted, everything changed. She woke up different, distant and quiet. She hadn’t even uttered a word since the flood.

Haresong let out a muffled yowl, her muzzle pushed deep into the moss that built up her nest. A pain shot through her and, even though she had never been through this before, she knew just what was happening. Her kits were coming. This should be a joyous event but for her, it wasn’t, not even close. She couldn’t have her kits here, they had to be born on ShadowClan territory, they just had to be. Their father should be here, and they should be in the ShadowClan nursery, not here on RiverClan territory with their father gone. Another yowl escaped her as another shot of pain caused her body to jolt slightly, but all she could think of was how this shouldn’t be happening now.

--(Skippy-poo for the kiddos)--

After a lot of pain and what seemed like moons to the new mother, all three of her kits were finally born. She gently rasped her tongue over all of their pelts to dry them off and brought them close to her in protectiveness. She felt happy and sad at the same time, sadness for her children that they’d never meet their father but happiness that they were born and healthy. She only wanted the best for her children, and she knew that to do that she’d now have to accept Stagbrair’s death. She saddened eyes, she began to clean her kits at a quicker pace.
The small kitten's world was black. Doekit squirmed, squeaking softly as she moved around in the nest. The small she-kit wiggled closer to her mother, crawling over one of her siblings. She was hungry. Doekit squeaked louder, seeking attention. Everything had been 'firsts' for her. First sneeze, the first time being squished my a sibling, first time starting to hear a thing from her small ears. It was still really muffled and new, and she wasn't exactly sure how to identify the sounds. The kit frowned slightly and continued to fuss around, turning her head to listen to the one thing she was sure of. Her mother would hear her and help her. She turned her head again, her eyes still squeezed shut since she wasn't ready to open them yet.


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