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Post by river on Apr 24, 2009 15:19:28 GMT -6
Braveheart tottered back into the camp, dropped the rabbit she had caught ono the fresh-kill pile, and struggled over to the nursery, flopping down in her nest. In her mouth was an enourmous pile of borage. Setting it down beside the nest, she chewed a couple of leaves, then lay back as as spasm of pain gripped her. Something in her mind said push! Push with all your might! So she pushed her stomach, and there lay a beautiful abbassinian. Braking the slimy sac that enveloped it, Braveheart licked it. When it began to mew she stopped. Then, she gave birth a second time, and this time it was a handsome bengal tabby. The third, when it came out, was a sandy-yellow, and its little claws were sharp, even for a newborn.
And the fourth was a tiny tortiseshell, just like Littlestar. Soon, all four kits were suckling contentedly. Braveheart had never felt so proud in her life. she gave each one a lick on top of the head, then settled back with a exausted sigh. She hoped someone would come soon. She did not have the energy to yowl; she just wanted to go to sleep. She purred drowsily, and sleep began to envelop her. She was made fully awake by a shadow. Tired though she was, Braveheart lifted her head and drew back her lips in the beginning of a snarl, knowing she would give her life for that of her kits.
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Post by fang on May 13, 2009 12:39:24 GMT -6
In a small clearing of one side of the forest, surrounded by oak trees and bushes. A robin landed on the soft ground, digging in the ground for worms. In the undergrowth, eyes flashed, downwind from the animal. It's blue orbs flashed and it advanced. The light touched its fur, showing black, brown and white fur that was on its back.
When the bird realized it was being stalked it was too late as Littlestar leaped and killed it before it could even scream. He left it on the ground for a moment and looked up in the sky, seeing that sunhigh was nearly here.
He picked up the bird and turned to the direction where he hid his other prey. Littlestar had caught, two voles, a mouse and a pigeon, now adding the robin he figured it was OK to go back to camp. He picked them up, but had some little difficulty taking them. Yet he refused to leave some of them behind.
Hunger gnawed at him when he finally returned to camp. It seemed a bit busy today as Finchwing was talking to Fawnstep and Mythpaw to the other apprentices. He dropped his catches on the pile and looked around, hoping to find Braveheart. But she wasn't in the clearing. Maybe she's in the nursery, he thought and decided to bring one of the mice that were fat. The ThunderClan leader padded to the nursery and stepped inside. He was surprised that snarling greeted him inside and he narrowed his blue orbs to see Braveheart glaring at him defensively.
He dropped the mouse and was about to ask what was wrong till his eyes fell on the four little scraps. The tom realized that she had given birth and to four little kits. "Aw, Braveheart..." he trailed off, pausing before he came to close, just in case if Braveheart attacked. "It's OK Braveheart, its me."
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Post by river on May 15, 2009 0:00:42 GMT -6
Braveheart stopped snarling at the sound of her mate's voice, and her eyes narrowed to tired slits. “Sorry, dear, I thought you were some other cat." She was panting softly, and her head flopped down as she spoke. "You've got four beautiful kits," the flame-coloured she-cat purred once she had her breath back, and proudly licked the heads of her new-born offspring, who were suckling contentedly. I did it, she thought triumphantly, none of them are dead or dying, and I haven't gone to StarClan either.Thank you, thank you, StarClan!
It was rather strange, Braveheart reflected as she gazed at her mate. Two of the kits bore no resemblance to their parents whatsoever, in that their pelt colours were different. One was a bengal tabby with entrancing green eyes, and the other was sandy-yellow and white. "Strange..." she murmured, her eyes flickering and half-closed. But it doesn't really matter, she thought tiredly. They're all beatiful and healthy, and I guess that that is all that matters, really. She clamped a borage leaf in her jaws and began to chew it up, wincing slightly at the herbs' bitter tang.
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Post by fang on May 15, 2009 18:57:01 GMT -6
Littlestar looked down at the little ones, he purred as he spotted a she-kit with the same fur as him. And there was a kit like Braveheart which was good, she is a beautiful cat that he treasures as much as ThunderClan. Though the third one was a Bengal like cat, and the other a golden furred.
Yet he knew that coloring, the gold and white fur. He could picture the cat big, and had blue eyes, why this kit might be the spitting image of his father. And that he already had a name for his son but he held back.
He inched closer to his mate and kits and licked her face with a purr. The only time he would really act like this would be around Braveheart as he loved her so much. It seemed ThunderClan was blessed with four kits and not only just four kits, but his kits. He couldn't wait to announce to the Clans and tell them of the great news. Why he would go right now and yowl out so loud that every cat would hear him.
This was how happy he was.
Something brushed against his shoulder, and he scented a cat, a tom. It smelled of ThunderClan but yet there was no other cat here other than him and Braveheart. He blinked, the scent still remained but this time he could detect who it belonged to. It was his father's, Thornstar, has he come to see his grandchildren. Then shadows were lifted at the side and a cat formed though very faded. The eyes shown perfectly though, they were of a deep blue, much like Littlestar's eyes. Thornstar looked straight at him and whispered his name and faded, along with the scent.
Littlestar blinked and sighed a moment later. Though he was glad that StarClan had come to congratulate him, he wished his mother was here at his side. He regretted now being in ThunderClan, being raised by the cat that had torn Thornstar away from Ravenleaf. Littlestar could picture himself living in ShadowClan, being with his brothers and sister and his mother. May be he would of been leader of ShadowClan instead of ThunderClan, or maybe he would of still been a warrior. Yet he knew that his place was in ThunderClan, and again he thanked Ravenleaf that she had decided on giving him up to be raised here, to know his father as his other littermates would not.
And he knew he would be able to tell her, he would tell her before they start the gathering. He stopped his thoughts for a moment and looked down at them, pride pulsing through him once more. "Welcome little ones, welcome to ThunderClan" he spoke softly.
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Post by river on May 18, 2009 20:35:33 GMT -6
Braveheart watched with sleepy eyes a her mate welcomed their kits into ThunderClan. She purred loudly. She could not remember feeling happier than this. I wish my parents were here, she thought with sudden sadness. They would be so proud of us both. She looked again at Littlestar, and her thoughts suddenly were about him. No cat could have a better mate or leader, she thought, he heart filled with warmth. I feel so sorry for him, both his parents are dead as well.
But as she lay there, she renewed the promise she had made to herself, to StarClan. I will not rest properly until I have destroyed Ambereye, she told herself resolutely. For my parent's sakes and for the sake of the forest. Every cat in every Clan is in danger because of him. She pictured her uncle, huge, proud, with the burning amber eyes that had given him his name. Then she remembered something he had told her when he had been just about to kill her.
"No cat in the forest will be safe while I am alive. For was I not trained by the spirit of the great Tigerstar himself?"
She had thought him mad at that point. But a dream one night had confirmed that it was true. In the dream, she had seen Tigerstar talking to her uncle in a strange forest. Terrified out of her wits, little Bravepaw had told no cat of the terrible secret. But now, she was not afraid. She would hunt her uncle down and kill him without remorse.
But her thoughts turned back to her family members, the ones lying at her belly and the one standing before her. Her emerald eyes suddenly narrowed at a sound behind Littlestar, and a strange smell flooded her senses.
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