Post by Dragon on Sept 7, 2009 22:41:48 GMT -5
Blueestar panted heavily, her eyes closed tightly. Somewhere faintly in her mind she knew she could feel small bodies pressed against herself. Soft mewing reached her ears, without opening her eyes she rest her head on her paws.
Owlstar crept stealthily through the foreign camp. His ginger paws plodded against the ground softly. His single green eye glanced sourly at the ThunderClan cats that hissed at him. But their empty threats couldn't stop him. He had a right to be here. The senior warrior whirled around and he snarled at a cat. Glancing over his shoulder, and he ducked into the nursery, his face bright as a summer's day. The big cat crouched slightly, "Blueestar!" He purred in a silky voice. He nuzzled her head affectionately. The tom cat sat in front of her, his dark green eye glowing with pride as he looked at the kits.
Her eyes fluttered open. With a small sigh of happiness she raised her head and smiled softly at her mate. She purred heavily as she watched him. Turning her gaze to her kits she froze. "N-no," she squeaked, her eyes pinpointing on an off whitish tom kit. The only one with visable problems.
The ginger tabby gaze Blueestar's head a gentle lick, before he looked at the white kit. He dipped his head toward the kit, giving it a cautionary sniff. His ears flicked as he gave it a very gentle nudge. Then he saw it, the little kit's hind leg and tail were twisted in odd angles. He took his head back and inspected the kit further, nothing else was wrong except for his little, folded over ears. "Oh. Is he alright?" The tom cat questioned softly.
She gritted her teeth, not hearing Violet's comment. "I-It just the leg.... I-I am sure he will be fine," she replied, more of a reasurance to herself than him. She glanced at the other kits, not seeing other problems.
He laid down in front of her, his chest swelled with pride at the six little kits. He would watch them like nothing before. Their varying pelts melted together in one bundle of velvety kit fur. Owlstar smiled brightly, and gave the closest one a lick. A robust blue kitten that seemed to have a lot more energy then was to be grunted to him. He chortled, and smirked. "So, do you have any names picked out for them?" He asked, tilting his head.
Blueestar sucked in a breathe. She locked her dispair for this kit being crippled before even comming to life. Joy took the place of her dispair for the moment, untill there was a proper time to greive. She nosed the blue kit, grinning inwardly as she thought of the similarity to herself. "I don't know...." she hummed to herself thinking. "Do you have an idea for this little one?"
"Hmmm..." Owlstar looked down at the gray kitten, his eyes were not open yet but besides that personality just radiated off his little body. "How about... Eclipsekit for my little warrior." The ginger tom nuzzled the kitten that squirmed at the big cat's touch. "He'll be a fine cat." He smiled proudly.
Blueestar rumbled in agreement, "He will be a mighty warrior like his father," She let her gaze drift to another kit. She rested her tail softly on a ginger female, withdraw it quickly at the nip that the kit brought to it. "I like Rustkit for the little fighter,"
Owlstar grinned, his stubby tail flicking. "A wonderful name for her." He gave the she-kit a ceremonious lick, jerking back as his nose got a feisty swipe. The gruff tom cat laughed, and he looked at a white she-cat with black eyes. "What a pretty, little girl." He purred happily, "Sometimes peace is a good thing around fighters. I think she could be called Blackkit for her cute little ears." He licked the she-cat gently, more gentle then the others.
Blueestar purred, "Yes, a fine name," Her tail rested on a light gray female with flecks. "She is verry pretty too," she murmured softly. Her eyes brightened at the little kit, "I like Specklekit for her,"
He purred and licked Specklekit's back gently. He looked over the kits, and his eyes settled on the crippled kit. He gave him a gentle sniff, nuzzling him with utmost care. The ginger tabby murmured something, and picked the white kitten up slowly. Owlstar put the crippled tom at his paws, licking his fur while examining the crippled limb. "How about... Twistedkit, for this little one." He said softly, hovering over the kit.
Blueestar nodded her head solemnly. "That would be a fine name," she mewed tightly. She glanced at the final kit. It was a solid brown pelted tom, she nosed him gently but only felt the kit shift a little. "Hmm," The kit let out a loud yowl for his size, making blueestar flinch lightly in surprise. "He has some lungs," she chuckled lightly. "How about Rumblekit?"
His ears flattened to his head, a smile lighting his face. "Ha! He has some war cry!" Owlstar chuckled happily, giving Twistedkit a soft lick and returning him to Blueestar's belly. "They're all beautiful." He purred, his face as bright as the day. "They shall all make great warriors." The ginger tabby nuzzled his mate affectionately, his purr rumbling deep in his throat.
Blueestar nodded her head. "Yes, yes they will," She let her gaze drift back to the Specklekit. She frowned lightly. The other's were squirming over to her stomach for food but Specklekit seemed to be shaking her head as if she didn't know where to go. She let out a distressed squeak. Using her tail, the leader gently leader her kit to her stomach. Humming lightly she pretended nothing had happened.
Owlstar stood up for a moment, and shifted to Blueestar's site. His unbroken purr making his chest vibrate lightly. He began gently grooming his mate's fur in smooth, rhythmic strokes. Out of the corner of his eye he watched the squirming kits. For a moment he paused to watch Specklekit as her small, soft face seemed to be confused. The tabby gave his ear a flick and didn't think anything more of it. "How is prey running in Thunderclan?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled.
"Fine, thank-you for asking," she answered calmly, though finding and oddity in the simnple conversation. "How are the fishing swimming in Riverclan?" She asked while stroking Specklekit's head with her tail.
He purred softly, "Leaping as they always are. I got slapped in the face with a fish, I got laughed at by the apprentices." He laughed softly, and glanced around the nursery noticing a sleeping queen but also the stale scent of Rosepaw. "Did Rosepaw come and visit you already? She must be busy with training."
Blueestar stiffened. "No..." she mumbled slowly. "S-she ran off for a while... and clung to a kit. I had to let her mother the kit, she was able to produce milk for it, only Starclan knows how." she sucked in a breathe, "So her training is on hold for now." She shook her head, wanting Owlstar not to rant about it countered him with a question of her own. "How is Sunpaw doing?"
"Oh, well..." He paused thinking of his daughter clinging to a kit, he realized that she had enough heart to do it but he couldn't fathom it. His tongue stuck out slightly as he put it all together. After a moment he gave himself a rough shake. "Sunpaw is not Suneagle, he was made a warrior only a few sunrises ago. And quite frankly he bailed out of his vigil, to check up some ShadowClan she-cat." A roguish fur erupted from his throat but he cut it off. "He is quite a tom." He let out a low chuckle.
Blueestar shook her head. "Shadowclan? Which one?" Suddenly she let out a low growl, not loud enough to bother her kits. "I can't take this talk anymore," She lowered her voice and leaned into Owlstar. "Have Sapphire or Emer neem causing you trouble?" she asked swiftly and quietly as if she feared speaking their names infront of these new precious gifts that it might curse them.
He shook his head, "Wolves have been giving me more trouble then them." His body shuddered as he remembered flashing teeth and beady black eyes. Owlstar shook images from his head from his blood soaked past and he gave her head a comforting lick.
She jerked her head away from his touch. Sorrow and regret filled her. "Ember killed Sparkfire last night,"
Owlstar breathed in sharply, his green eyes wide with shock. His ears were pressed against his skull, he let out a shaky breath. He hadn't known Blueestar's other family very well but he knew it must hurt for her. "I'm so sorry, Blueestar." He murmured but he didn't try to comfort her after her moving away from him before.
She glared at her paws, "It was my fault. If I had been in better contact with her..." She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. A small yawn escaped her, and she grinned lightly "You should let me sleep," she scolded him teasingly. Grinning she leaned upwards and licked his cheek before resting her head on her paws. A her eyes closed she fell into a sleep, the days warriness taking hold of her.
Owlstar crept stealthily through the foreign camp. His ginger paws plodded against the ground softly. His single green eye glanced sourly at the ThunderClan cats that hissed at him. But their empty threats couldn't stop him. He had a right to be here. The senior warrior whirled around and he snarled at a cat. Glancing over his shoulder, and he ducked into the nursery, his face bright as a summer's day. The big cat crouched slightly, "Blueestar!" He purred in a silky voice. He nuzzled her head affectionately. The tom cat sat in front of her, his dark green eye glowing with pride as he looked at the kits.
Her eyes fluttered open. With a small sigh of happiness she raised her head and smiled softly at her mate. She purred heavily as she watched him. Turning her gaze to her kits she froze. "N-no," she squeaked, her eyes pinpointing on an off whitish tom kit. The only one with visable problems.
The ginger tabby gaze Blueestar's head a gentle lick, before he looked at the white kit. He dipped his head toward the kit, giving it a cautionary sniff. His ears flicked as he gave it a very gentle nudge. Then he saw it, the little kit's hind leg and tail were twisted in odd angles. He took his head back and inspected the kit further, nothing else was wrong except for his little, folded over ears. "Oh. Is he alright?" The tom cat questioned softly.
She gritted her teeth, not hearing Violet's comment. "I-It just the leg.... I-I am sure he will be fine," she replied, more of a reasurance to herself than him. She glanced at the other kits, not seeing other problems.
He laid down in front of her, his chest swelled with pride at the six little kits. He would watch them like nothing before. Their varying pelts melted together in one bundle of velvety kit fur. Owlstar smiled brightly, and gave the closest one a lick. A robust blue kitten that seemed to have a lot more energy then was to be grunted to him. He chortled, and smirked. "So, do you have any names picked out for them?" He asked, tilting his head.
Blueestar sucked in a breathe. She locked her dispair for this kit being crippled before even comming to life. Joy took the place of her dispair for the moment, untill there was a proper time to greive. She nosed the blue kit, grinning inwardly as she thought of the similarity to herself. "I don't know...." she hummed to herself thinking. "Do you have an idea for this little one?"
"Hmmm..." Owlstar looked down at the gray kitten, his eyes were not open yet but besides that personality just radiated off his little body. "How about... Eclipsekit for my little warrior." The ginger tom nuzzled the kitten that squirmed at the big cat's touch. "He'll be a fine cat." He smiled proudly.
Blueestar rumbled in agreement, "He will be a mighty warrior like his father," She let her gaze drift to another kit. She rested her tail softly on a ginger female, withdraw it quickly at the nip that the kit brought to it. "I like Rustkit for the little fighter,"
Owlstar grinned, his stubby tail flicking. "A wonderful name for her." He gave the she-kit a ceremonious lick, jerking back as his nose got a feisty swipe. The gruff tom cat laughed, and he looked at a white she-cat with black eyes. "What a pretty, little girl." He purred happily, "Sometimes peace is a good thing around fighters. I think she could be called Blackkit for her cute little ears." He licked the she-cat gently, more gentle then the others.
Blueestar purred, "Yes, a fine name," Her tail rested on a light gray female with flecks. "She is verry pretty too," she murmured softly. Her eyes brightened at the little kit, "I like Specklekit for her,"
He purred and licked Specklekit's back gently. He looked over the kits, and his eyes settled on the crippled kit. He gave him a gentle sniff, nuzzling him with utmost care. The ginger tabby murmured something, and picked the white kitten up slowly. Owlstar put the crippled tom at his paws, licking his fur while examining the crippled limb. "How about... Twistedkit, for this little one." He said softly, hovering over the kit.
Blueestar nodded her head solemnly. "That would be a fine name," she mewed tightly. She glanced at the final kit. It was a solid brown pelted tom, she nosed him gently but only felt the kit shift a little. "Hmm," The kit let out a loud yowl for his size, making blueestar flinch lightly in surprise. "He has some lungs," she chuckled lightly. "How about Rumblekit?"
His ears flattened to his head, a smile lighting his face. "Ha! He has some war cry!" Owlstar chuckled happily, giving Twistedkit a soft lick and returning him to Blueestar's belly. "They're all beautiful." He purred, his face as bright as the day. "They shall all make great warriors." The ginger tabby nuzzled his mate affectionately, his purr rumbling deep in his throat.
Blueestar nodded her head. "Yes, yes they will," She let her gaze drift back to the Specklekit. She frowned lightly. The other's were squirming over to her stomach for food but Specklekit seemed to be shaking her head as if she didn't know where to go. She let out a distressed squeak. Using her tail, the leader gently leader her kit to her stomach. Humming lightly she pretended nothing had happened.
Owlstar stood up for a moment, and shifted to Blueestar's site. His unbroken purr making his chest vibrate lightly. He began gently grooming his mate's fur in smooth, rhythmic strokes. Out of the corner of his eye he watched the squirming kits. For a moment he paused to watch Specklekit as her small, soft face seemed to be confused. The tabby gave his ear a flick and didn't think anything more of it. "How is prey running in Thunderclan?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled.
"Fine, thank-you for asking," she answered calmly, though finding and oddity in the simnple conversation. "How are the fishing swimming in Riverclan?" She asked while stroking Specklekit's head with her tail.
He purred softly, "Leaping as they always are. I got slapped in the face with a fish, I got laughed at by the apprentices." He laughed softly, and glanced around the nursery noticing a sleeping queen but also the stale scent of Rosepaw. "Did Rosepaw come and visit you already? She must be busy with training."
Blueestar stiffened. "No..." she mumbled slowly. "S-she ran off for a while... and clung to a kit. I had to let her mother the kit, she was able to produce milk for it, only Starclan knows how." she sucked in a breathe, "So her training is on hold for now." She shook her head, wanting Owlstar not to rant about it countered him with a question of her own. "How is Sunpaw doing?"
"Oh, well..." He paused thinking of his daughter clinging to a kit, he realized that she had enough heart to do it but he couldn't fathom it. His tongue stuck out slightly as he put it all together. After a moment he gave himself a rough shake. "Sunpaw is not Suneagle, he was made a warrior only a few sunrises ago. And quite frankly he bailed out of his vigil, to check up some ShadowClan she-cat." A roguish fur erupted from his throat but he cut it off. "He is quite a tom." He let out a low chuckle.
Blueestar shook her head. "Shadowclan? Which one?" Suddenly she let out a low growl, not loud enough to bother her kits. "I can't take this talk anymore," She lowered her voice and leaned into Owlstar. "Have Sapphire or Emer neem causing you trouble?" she asked swiftly and quietly as if she feared speaking their names infront of these new precious gifts that it might curse them.
He shook his head, "Wolves have been giving me more trouble then them." His body shuddered as he remembered flashing teeth and beady black eyes. Owlstar shook images from his head from his blood soaked past and he gave her head a comforting lick.
She jerked her head away from his touch. Sorrow and regret filled her. "Ember killed Sparkfire last night,"
Owlstar breathed in sharply, his green eyes wide with shock. His ears were pressed against his skull, he let out a shaky breath. He hadn't known Blueestar's other family very well but he knew it must hurt for her. "I'm so sorry, Blueestar." He murmured but he didn't try to comfort her after her moving away from him before.
She glared at her paws, "It was my fault. If I had been in better contact with her..." She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. A small yawn escaped her, and she grinned lightly "You should let me sleep," she scolded him teasingly. Grinning she leaned upwards and licked his cheek before resting her head on her paws. A her eyes closed she fell into a sleep, the days warriness taking hold of her.
