Post by Dragon on Sept 1, 2009 1:47:33 GMT -5
Owlstar took a leap forward. His single eye searching the undergrowth for signs of Firewolf. He had caught wind of what happened on the river side that fateful day. He didn't get to see his son's face, but from the warrior that whispered it said he looked worse then any other cat he had ever seen. The ginger cat's fur bristled with agitation, he was more jumpy now that the wolf that took part of his eyesight was still out there. The tom cat hesitated before stepping into the clearing.
Blueestar hunched her shoulders. Her eyes dulled even more as he mind mulled over what she had to say to Owlstar. She shuddered in horror. With a snap of her teeth she straightened up, Be strong She snarled at herself. Nodding, as if talking to herself helped she watched the clearing evenly as she waited.
The ginger tabby lifted his head in recognition. A tired smile lit his battered face. His gray whiskers flicked, happily. He didn't like the sad news that rested in the back of his mind. Owlstar looked at her orange eyes, she seemed to have something to say. Thoughts began to plague his mind with their confusing situations and outcomes. His torn ears began to flick madly, as if there was a harsh ringing in his ears. The tom cat ground his teeth together and pushed the thoughts in the darkest corner of his mind. Owlstar stood up and trotted toward her, the limp in his step more defined then before under his current anguish for his son.
Blueestar glanced at Owlstar. She flinched lightly as he neared, "We need to talk, now," she hissed under her breathe. Firey eyes flickered over the clearing, like a small flame straining to stay alive. "Not here..." She paused, taking a moment to think as if it was a major strain on her brain. "The river,"
The tom cat lightly touched his nose to hers, searching her eyes carefully. He frowned for a moment, before lifting his head upward, his whiskers twitching thoughtfully. Owlstar looked at her again, a corner of his mouth curling into a smile. He blinked at her before, mewing, "Alright." The ginger tabby turned around slowly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. With an easy step he started toward the river.
Blueestar forced her self to enter this place. She flinched lightly as she thought of her break-down earlier. Wimp. Sighing she raised her paw, one by one and walked over to the river bank. With a lash of her tail she sat down waiting for Owlstar to follow.
Owlstar traveled, not rushed but at a quick pace. He didn't notice anything anymore, not the shrubs or the trees. His mind was resting on Sunpaw, he felt his chest swell with pride of his courageous son bursting into battle with his teeth bared. He was glad that the way to the river was short. Owlstar didn't need this time to think of his son's face or future. He lowered his head, padding out of the shadows toward the hum of the river. The tom cat noticed Blueestar at the bank of the river and he trotted up toward her. He smiled at her, and sat by her loyally. "What is it, Blueestar?" He murmured, his ears flattening back.
Blueestar kept her gaze evenly on the water that spanned out infront of her. She twitched as she felt his emotions waving off him in a powerful and overwhelming scent. She turned her head slightly to him, one eye watching him while the other stayed and studied the river. She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Whats the matter?" She shook her head, as if a bug had landed on her fur. "If you want to say anything or update me It would be better before I speak... I-" She paused to take a breathe. "I imagine we will have an interesting discussion once I speak my mind,"
His ears pressed against his skull. An overwhelming cold sensation blossomed from the core of his being. Owlstar took a sudden interest in his paws, and stared at them hard for a moment. Taking in all the details of the grassy ground he stood on. The dampness of an usually long blade of grass, a fat drop of shimmering water rolling down the tip into it plopped onto the ground. "Well...uh..." He grimaced, feeling the taunt skin of scarred eye tug as his facial muscles pulled downward. "Its about Sunpaw." Owlstar's claws pierced the soft, pliable ground beneath his paws. "He got in a scuffle... with a wolf... saving Rosepaw. His face-" He hesitated, "Got a little, how can I put this lightly, disfigured..." He lowered his head, waiting for a response.
Blueestar closed her eyes, but jerked them open before images flashed through her mind again. She grimaced, looks like she'll have to lose some sleep. She let out a soft sigh, and shook her head. "He's alive, She is alive," she answered."For now that is what matters. He can still achieve being a warrior?" My poor son! She yelled over and over in her mind. Though her mind never once flickered over to thoughts what Ember might have gone through when he was kit-napped. Never. "are you ready for my news?" she asked, turning her attention fully to him her eyes blazing with more fear than happiness.
He nodded vigorously, tired of the suspenseful wait. His claws tore at the grass with a vengeance. "I haven't seen him yet, but they say he is going to be just fine as a warrior. He'll just look like the nightmare the enemies never expected." Owlstar gave his head a rough shake, ruffling his fur up to give himself some extra warmth. Now that he had the news off his chest he was ready to hear hers. His torn ears cocked forward, and he licked his chops. "I'm as ready as anything." He purred, looking his single eyed stare on her.
Flinching from his gaze she glanced back at the river. She took a deep breathe, should she just say it or say it slowly, get it out calmly. She snorted. Her eyes flickered back to his, holding them. "I'm expecting kits," She whispered.
Owlstar's head tilted to the side, his ears flopping slightly like a lost dog. For a moment it looked like all the muscles in his face had gone slack. As if his brain was silently processing the words together like it was a jigsaw puzzle. Piece by piece, and then snap! It all came together in a moment of his hearing it and a smiling took territory over his roguish face. He closed his green eye in happiness and nuzzled her cheek affectionately. "That's wonderful, my dear!" Owlstar purred loudly, "When did you find out?" The fur on the back of his neck fluffed up, not in aggression but in bliss.
Blueestar's mouth fell open in agap. He was happy? Was she the only one freaked out about her physco children? She snapped her jaw shut harder than she intended and it resulted with a loud snap. "Just today," she answered numbly, still surprised about her mate's response.
He brushed his muzzle against her shoulder, a brilliant smile on his face. His green eye was a shade lighter then it usually was, with some sort of energy going through his veins. "I know what you thinking, our kits tend to be... insane. But a kit is a kit how ever crazed they may be. But Rosepaw and Sunpaw turned out alright." His whiskers twitched, "We'll just have to watch them like hawks. And take good care of them!" Owlstar licked her ear, and purred in nirvana.
Blueestar sighed and gave in, letting her own joy flood her body. She had dammed it up, afraid when something bad happened it would hurt more. She leaned against him, a purr rumbling through her, "Your right." she mumbled into his fur.
Owlstar's torn ears pressed against his head, the moment was almost as exhilarating as a great battle. But most of the war was waging in the mind of the fighters. He licked her head with up most affection. "They'll be amazing, what ever happens." The smile had not left his face the entire time he spoke, and all it had managed to do was grow larger with each passing moment. Some could call him kit-crazy, others deranged, but a few select cats would call it natural behavior for such a cat.
Blueestar froze his words mulling over in her mind. "What ever happens?" she mumbled, mostly asking herself not him. Her thoughts flickered to her daughter, Sapphire and her son, Ember. She shuddered lightly, "No matter what we will protect them," she growled softly, feeling as if this could help with her failure of saving her previous kits.
He gave out a soothing purr, that almost said everything is going to be alright. The tom cat leaned against her lightly, "We will, no one will steal them away." He murmured, his eye shining with confidence and what was to come. After a moment, they lapsed into silence. The ginger tabby enjoyed the river's song as it worked its way over stone, large and small. One of his ears raised and flicked to the night call of an Owl. Usually, the sound was so familiar he didn't notice it. But tonight he could hear it all, from the rustle of the lush trees to the soft breathing of Blueestar. Owlstar let our a quiet sigh.
Purring lightly she flickered her eyes opened, turning her head slightly she blinked at her stomach that was beginning to bulge. "I wonder how many," she mumured softly.Other questions flickered in her mind, What would they look like? What clan would they choose? Would they resemble their parents?
Owlstar eased himself onto the cool bank grass. It was wild, and free as it tickle his flanks like the soft feathers of a bird. Feeling an almost playful feeling well itself up in his belly. The old cat rolled onto his belly, a childish grin on his battered face. His paws flicked at nothing particularly. The ginger tabby pawed at Blueestar's leg, a chortle raising from his throat.
Blueestar turned away hiding her grin. She snorted and arched her back, "How childish!" she scolded him. With a hysterical giggle she whipped back around and planted her front paws on his stomach.
"Oof!" He grunted, with a laugh and squirmed beneath her paws like a worm. The big cat turned his voice more high pitched like a cowering enemy warrior with a bad head cold. "Oh please, mighty and beautiful Blueestar! Have mercy on me! Ohhh, mercy!" With the last word he broke into guffaws, that didn't fit his prior voice. His eye closed, then opened and he looked up at her purring.
Blueestar hunched her shoulders. Her eyes dulled even more as he mind mulled over what she had to say to Owlstar. She shuddered in horror. With a snap of her teeth she straightened up, Be strong She snarled at herself. Nodding, as if talking to herself helped she watched the clearing evenly as she waited.
The ginger tabby lifted his head in recognition. A tired smile lit his battered face. His gray whiskers flicked, happily. He didn't like the sad news that rested in the back of his mind. Owlstar looked at her orange eyes, she seemed to have something to say. Thoughts began to plague his mind with their confusing situations and outcomes. His torn ears began to flick madly, as if there was a harsh ringing in his ears. The tom cat ground his teeth together and pushed the thoughts in the darkest corner of his mind. Owlstar stood up and trotted toward her, the limp in his step more defined then before under his current anguish for his son.
Blueestar glanced at Owlstar. She flinched lightly as he neared, "We need to talk, now," she hissed under her breathe. Firey eyes flickered over the clearing, like a small flame straining to stay alive. "Not here..." She paused, taking a moment to think as if it was a major strain on her brain. "The river,"
The tom cat lightly touched his nose to hers, searching her eyes carefully. He frowned for a moment, before lifting his head upward, his whiskers twitching thoughtfully. Owlstar looked at her again, a corner of his mouth curling into a smile. He blinked at her before, mewing, "Alright." The ginger tabby turned around slowly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. With an easy step he started toward the river.
Blueestar forced her self to enter this place. She flinched lightly as she thought of her break-down earlier. Wimp. Sighing she raised her paw, one by one and walked over to the river bank. With a lash of her tail she sat down waiting for Owlstar to follow.
Owlstar traveled, not rushed but at a quick pace. He didn't notice anything anymore, not the shrubs or the trees. His mind was resting on Sunpaw, he felt his chest swell with pride of his courageous son bursting into battle with his teeth bared. He was glad that the way to the river was short. Owlstar didn't need this time to think of his son's face or future. He lowered his head, padding out of the shadows toward the hum of the river. The tom cat noticed Blueestar at the bank of the river and he trotted up toward her. He smiled at her, and sat by her loyally. "What is it, Blueestar?" He murmured, his ears flattening back.
Blueestar kept her gaze evenly on the water that spanned out infront of her. She twitched as she felt his emotions waving off him in a powerful and overwhelming scent. She turned her head slightly to him, one eye watching him while the other stayed and studied the river. She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Whats the matter?" She shook her head, as if a bug had landed on her fur. "If you want to say anything or update me It would be better before I speak... I-" She paused to take a breathe. "I imagine we will have an interesting discussion once I speak my mind,"
His ears pressed against his skull. An overwhelming cold sensation blossomed from the core of his being. Owlstar took a sudden interest in his paws, and stared at them hard for a moment. Taking in all the details of the grassy ground he stood on. The dampness of an usually long blade of grass, a fat drop of shimmering water rolling down the tip into it plopped onto the ground. "Well...uh..." He grimaced, feeling the taunt skin of scarred eye tug as his facial muscles pulled downward. "Its about Sunpaw." Owlstar's claws pierced the soft, pliable ground beneath his paws. "He got in a scuffle... with a wolf... saving Rosepaw. His face-" He hesitated, "Got a little, how can I put this lightly, disfigured..." He lowered his head, waiting for a response.
Blueestar closed her eyes, but jerked them open before images flashed through her mind again. She grimaced, looks like she'll have to lose some sleep. She let out a soft sigh, and shook her head. "He's alive, She is alive," she answered."For now that is what matters. He can still achieve being a warrior?" My poor son! She yelled over and over in her mind. Though her mind never once flickered over to thoughts what Ember might have gone through when he was kit-napped. Never. "are you ready for my news?" she asked, turning her attention fully to him her eyes blazing with more fear than happiness.
He nodded vigorously, tired of the suspenseful wait. His claws tore at the grass with a vengeance. "I haven't seen him yet, but they say he is going to be just fine as a warrior. He'll just look like the nightmare the enemies never expected." Owlstar gave his head a rough shake, ruffling his fur up to give himself some extra warmth. Now that he had the news off his chest he was ready to hear hers. His torn ears cocked forward, and he licked his chops. "I'm as ready as anything." He purred, looking his single eyed stare on her.
Flinching from his gaze she glanced back at the river. She took a deep breathe, should she just say it or say it slowly, get it out calmly. She snorted. Her eyes flickered back to his, holding them. "I'm expecting kits," She whispered.
Owlstar's head tilted to the side, his ears flopping slightly like a lost dog. For a moment it looked like all the muscles in his face had gone slack. As if his brain was silently processing the words together like it was a jigsaw puzzle. Piece by piece, and then snap! It all came together in a moment of his hearing it and a smiling took territory over his roguish face. He closed his green eye in happiness and nuzzled her cheek affectionately. "That's wonderful, my dear!" Owlstar purred loudly, "When did you find out?" The fur on the back of his neck fluffed up, not in aggression but in bliss.
Blueestar's mouth fell open in agap. He was happy? Was she the only one freaked out about her physco children? She snapped her jaw shut harder than she intended and it resulted with a loud snap. "Just today," she answered numbly, still surprised about her mate's response.
He brushed his muzzle against her shoulder, a brilliant smile on his face. His green eye was a shade lighter then it usually was, with some sort of energy going through his veins. "I know what you thinking, our kits tend to be... insane. But a kit is a kit how ever crazed they may be. But Rosepaw and Sunpaw turned out alright." His whiskers twitched, "We'll just have to watch them like hawks. And take good care of them!" Owlstar licked her ear, and purred in nirvana.
Blueestar sighed and gave in, letting her own joy flood her body. She had dammed it up, afraid when something bad happened it would hurt more. She leaned against him, a purr rumbling through her, "Your right." she mumbled into his fur.
Owlstar's torn ears pressed against his head, the moment was almost as exhilarating as a great battle. But most of the war was waging in the mind of the fighters. He licked her head with up most affection. "They'll be amazing, what ever happens." The smile had not left his face the entire time he spoke, and all it had managed to do was grow larger with each passing moment. Some could call him kit-crazy, others deranged, but a few select cats would call it natural behavior for such a cat.
Blueestar froze his words mulling over in her mind. "What ever happens?" she mumbled, mostly asking herself not him. Her thoughts flickered to her daughter, Sapphire and her son, Ember. She shuddered lightly, "No matter what we will protect them," she growled softly, feeling as if this could help with her failure of saving her previous kits.
He gave out a soothing purr, that almost said everything is going to be alright. The tom cat leaned against her lightly, "We will, no one will steal them away." He murmured, his eye shining with confidence and what was to come. After a moment, they lapsed into silence. The ginger tabby enjoyed the river's song as it worked its way over stone, large and small. One of his ears raised and flicked to the night call of an Owl. Usually, the sound was so familiar he didn't notice it. But tonight he could hear it all, from the rustle of the lush trees to the soft breathing of Blueestar. Owlstar let our a quiet sigh.
Purring lightly she flickered her eyes opened, turning her head slightly she blinked at her stomach that was beginning to bulge. "I wonder how many," she mumured softly.Other questions flickered in her mind, What would they look like? What clan would they choose? Would they resemble their parents?
Owlstar eased himself onto the cool bank grass. It was wild, and free as it tickle his flanks like the soft feathers of a bird. Feeling an almost playful feeling well itself up in his belly. The old cat rolled onto his belly, a childish grin on his battered face. His paws flicked at nothing particularly. The ginger tabby pawed at Blueestar's leg, a chortle raising from his throat.
Blueestar turned away hiding her grin. She snorted and arched her back, "How childish!" she scolded him. With a hysterical giggle she whipped back around and planted her front paws on his stomach.
"Oof!" He grunted, with a laugh and squirmed beneath her paws like a worm. The big cat turned his voice more high pitched like a cowering enemy warrior with a bad head cold. "Oh please, mighty and beautiful Blueestar! Have mercy on me! Ohhh, mercy!" With the last word he broke into guffaws, that didn't fit his prior voice. His eye closed, then opened and he looked up at her purring.
