He shuffled closer, nearing the edge of the apprentice den. He tried to peek in without causing a scene, but his eyes trembled around. Why was he so nervous to converse with his own daughter? After all the majority of the apprentices at the meeting were strictly sent away into the apprentice den. He had caught a glimpse of Quietpaw who seemed to be mentally struggling. But he was quick to assist others because of his duties. Blatantly moving aside to hell with the situation as Quietpaw was moved away. Now this was the right time to check on her, ever since then Rainpaw had been especially protective of his sister. Which he liked as Rainpaw seemed more attached to his siblings than his own parents. And he completely knew there was a reason for that. Their relationship has been swiveling from side to side. But he wouldn’t force a relationship to be stitched up when Rainpaw would receive his warrior name.
He would let him take the time. As he shuffled near the apprentice den, he wanted to check up on Quietpaw. He didn’t know if she would shoo him away, and portended the outcome of it. He felt guilty, he always felt guilty. His eyes looked over each cat, not wanting to cause any disturbances. He merely whispered calling for Quietpaws name. "Quietpaw?" he rasped. Maybe a small walk would be able to forge something positive out of this. Even if Quietpaw may not be able to squeak out any words, her ears were better than most. After his call for his daughter, he waited. His paws stung a bit as they felt numb due to the cold. And also extremely dry. He overlooked his appearance as he always had groomed himself whenever he had the time, agh he was too mentally focused on other problems to even care a feather about his fur. Fox-dung, He cursed internally. His bold blue eyes were still dim like fresh sea rocks.
Foggywillow was awoken by rippling pains in her flank. She had a panicked look on her face, knowing that the kits were coming.
{ time skip because }
Having four, beautiful wriggling babies at her belly, the curly-furred queen purred loudly. She was so happy that her babies were born, and safely.
Looking to the first one, she had a soft smile. "You will be Jaggedkit." She licked the kits head and then moved to the next three. "You're name is Lambkit, and your sibling beside you will be Puddlekit." Turning to her last child, Foggywillow let out a breathe. "And you, my sweet, will be Elmkit."
Foggywillow was awoken by rippling pains in her flank. She had a panicked look on her face, knowing that the kits were coming.
{ time skip because }
Having four, beautiful wriggling babies at her belly, the curly-furred queen purred loudly. She was so happy that her babies were born, and safely.
Looking to the first one, she had a soft smile. "You will be Jaggedkit." She licked the kits head and then moved to the next three. "You're name is Lambkit, and your sibling beside you will be Puddlekit." Turning to her last child, Foggywillow let out a breathe. "And you, my sweet, will be Elmkit."
| Lambkit |
| He/Him |
| A curlied grey furred tabby tom with a white tail tip and paws; Yellow eyes |
~ Ugh! What was this? Where was he? Why was it so co- oh no now it was warm. Well, whatever! He shouldn't have been cold in the first place! Lambkit let out a long mew to show his obvious distaste for this. Wait.. what was that? That sweet smell mixed in with motherly scent. Lambkit may not know at the moment what this was but he knew it was safe and quickly made his way to the belly of his mother. ~
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--- "fret not, mother. the hunt of the 'gods' ended on the night the blizzard laid waste to the plateau of leng."
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| pheasantkit |
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Foggywillow was awoken by rippling pains in her flank. She had a panicked look on her face, knowing that the kits were coming.
{ time skip because }
Having four, beautiful wriggling babies at her belly, the curly-furred queen purred loudly. She was so happy that her babies were born, and safely.
Looking to the first one, she had a soft smile. "You will be Jaggedkit." She licked the kits head and then moved to the next three. "You're name is Lambkit, and your sibling beside you will be Puddlekit." Turning to her last child, Foggywillow let out a breathe. "And you, my sweet, will be Elmkit."
He mewled as wet fur drenched him. His mewl was shattering as he continued to cry and screech. He felt a burning sensation from the airwaves. It was all so painful to become accustomed to the outer world out of the womb. Finally being revealed to the world was painful, as he couldn’t hear nor see the colors of the world. He continued to cry, a bright pink mouth gapped open with wails. He then felt a warm tongue brush his head. He grumbled from the contact as his wails died down. His moved his little stubs as they flailed around. Looking for more of that warmth. He struggled to move his body, feeling the presence of his mother. He was quick to tumble around and finally reaching the stomach of his dear mother. He went onto quickly suckling for milk. It all felt so warm and comfortable, he let out little mewls of pleasure as he gulped down some milk.
(Open!)
Echosong cowered under the cover of the warrior's den opening, gazing out into the clearing with disdain. It was raining. Raining. Wasn't it supposed to be leaf-bare? Wasn't it supposed to be a beautiful snowfall where kits could trot around in instead of a bone chilling, pelt soaking rain? Ugh!
The molly sniffed in discomfort. Another unfortunate side affect of this weather... allergies. Could life get any worse for her?