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Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 14, 2015 1:44:36 GMT
Boltfang's eyes opened quietly in the setting sun, Cats were asleep around him and only his eyes were alight in a darkening room of warriors. They would be rising soon, which meant Boltfang, had to be going now. Quietly Boltfang rose to his paws and slipped out of the warriors den, careful not to step on any tails. Today he was going to visit his family. It wasn't the first time he was visiting them, no, but Boltfang did have to admit he hadn't spent nearly enough time with his family, much to his minds dismay. Boltfang wasn't sick, but he wasn't well either. Actually, funny enough Boltfang had actually started to look better than he had in a few moons. When the clan first formed, he looked like he was a walking pelt with barely any muscle to support him. But recently Boltfang had looked more like his old self, In fact, if anycat had bothered to look at him more than once, they would notice the smile he had on his face. Lately Boltfang had come to the realization that he wouldn't rather be anywhere else than where he is right now, and as he stopped at the fresh-kill pile to pick up a mouse for Fernheart, he started thinking about how much everything had changed, how much he had changed. How much could he remember?
Boltfang's eyes drifted to the Medicine cat's den as he picked up two mice and started walking to the nursery. Probably one of the more significant impacts was his Sister showing up. That had it's benefits, Boltfang didn't know why, but he felt a lot more like himself whenever she was around. But something she could never replace was right around the corner, so to speak. Boltfang poked his head into the nursery and made his way back to his mate, setting a mouse down in front of her.
"Am I to early?"
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Post by Kibbles on Oct 14, 2015 1:54:34 GMT
Fernheart stretched a bit as she heard someone at the entrance to the den. She didn't open her eyes, though. She was still tired after everything that had happened. She just wanted to sleep more. Of course, that was until she smelled some prey inf ront of her and her stomach rumbled hungrily. A green eye opened as Boltfang spoke and she gave him a sleepy smile.
"Not at all. The kits will be up soon, I'm sure," she said, lifting her head. She reached up and licked his cheek before taking a bite from the mouse that had been presented to her. She couldn't have asked for a better mate. He may be distant at times, but that was just who he was. He was a good tom when it came down to it. And if anybody denied it, she would claw their pelts off.
After all, he had done so much for her. He had took care of kits that weren't his and loved them like they were. He protected her from Mistclaw. He even left and created a new clan for her, just to get away from the memory of the evil tom. He was such a good cat. She loved him with all of her heart. Nothing would change that.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 14, 2015 2:45:41 GMT
Boltfang purred as Fernheart licked his cheek. He took a small bite out of his mouse and looked his kits over, both of his daughters were asleep, nuzzled into their mom's stomach. the two black and white little patches of fluff were starting to get bigger. They were growing up, Boltfang felt a small pang of sorrow at that thought, his kits were growing up and he hadn't been around them for a lot of time, but that was going to change, it had to change. Boltfang ran his tail along his sleeping kits and then took another bite of his mouse before turning to Fernheart.
"How are the girls doing? Are they eating enough? Are they sleeping enough? Do they get along with the others? I... I... Uh.... I would probably know this if I was here more.... But uh...."
Boltfang took a smaller bite out of his mouse than before and chewed it slowly, awkwardly.
You do know that these kits will be the end of you, you're roots will be your undoing Boltfang...
Says you...
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"How are you feeling? Are you eating enough?"
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Post by Shad on Oct 16, 2015 3:39:21 GMT
The little black tux shekit mumbled something in her sleep, drawn into the world by her mother's movement. Dawnkit was a very sensitive, sweet kit. Any movement tended to draw her attention and she was a terribly light sleeper. Her soft blue eyes opened drowsily, a good morning purr drifting up through her as she nuzzled against her mother's warm fur drowsily. "-eating enough?"The little kit's black ears twitched, her deep blue eyes blinking the sleep away rapidly. That voice. She knew that voice. That was her father's voice. Was he here? Now? Dawnkit looked toward the voice and, sure enough, there was the black and white patched form of Boltfang. Right here. Right now. Dawnkit wasn't sure what to do. She hardly saw her father very much. He was always busy. Too busy to see them. Too busy to stay to talk. Too busy to tell them stories. The shekit had made a whole list of things she wanted to tell her father when he finally had the time. Well, now was the time it seemed. Right now. Right this very second. Now. ... Now. ..... Now?!The little kit's deep eyes were wide and unsure as she floundered around in her head. She couldn't remember any of the stories! She had completely forgotten! What was she supposed to say? What should she do? All her great plans and ideas had quite suddenly and sharply flown out the door and she could not remember a single one! Her mouth opened and closed in shock as tried to come up with something -anything- to say. "Uh... Hi?" she squeaked nervously. The shekit then rapidly dove for Fernheart's fur and tried to hide in it, embarrassed and fearful of messing up further. Mousebrain! Mousebrain! This was not how it was supposed to go! |
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Post by Kibbles on Oct 17, 2015 23:07:48 GMT
Fernheart nodded.
"Yes, yes, yes. They're doing fine and they get along well with everyone. And I know how you are, which is understandable. It's okay. you don't have to be here as often as Birchtail is," she said. She looked down as Dawnkit moved. She watched carefully as one of her daughters squeaked out a hello and then buried herself into Fernheart's fur.
She purred lightly and licked Dawnkit's head. then Frostkit began moving.
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"Oh look! Dad's here! Hi, dad," Frostkit said, waving with one of her tiny paws. She nudged Dawnkit a bit and purred lightly.
"What are you so nervous about? He's not going to eat us. He came to visit us for once."
"Frostkit, be nice! Your father is very busy being a warrior. He visits when he has the time."
Frostkit gave a sheepish smile towards her mother.
"Oh, sorry. But he's here now!" she said.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 18, 2015 3:45:11 GMT
Boltfang's ears twitched as first one, and then a second fur ball squeaked signs of life and started to move. First Dawnkit rose, and upon looking at Boltfang he offered a smile to the small cat before she spoke and then dove into her mothers fur. Boltfang's whiskers twitched in amusement as he chuckled. When Frostkit woke up, Boltfang's eyes narrowed slightly at his other daughter before his smile grew bigger. When she spoke her words slightly hurt, but he didn't visibly flinch. She had a point, Boltfang wasn't here as often as he should be. Fernheart stepped up to defend him and when she finished, Boltfang couldn't help but interject.
"It's alright, I'm not surprised. Most kits hold a grudge when their dad's not around."
if only you knew....
"Besides, Frostkit has a point, I am here now, so...."
Boltfang leaned down and looked first at Frostkit and then at Dawnkit, Before finally rolling onto his back and stretching out. As he did so his spine could be heard making a few cracks and creeks as he did so. Boltfang wasn't old per-se, but he was battered and his body told the stories he couldn't remember. Scars became visible and invisible as he moved, his ragged pelt covering some and exposing others, when he finally stopped he tilted his head back and looked at both his daughters and then to his mate.
"I'm upside down..."
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Post by Shad on Oct 19, 2015 2:33:59 GMT
The little black kitten's head poked out timidly to look at her father, but she still did not come out of hiding. She would let Frostkit do this. Frostkit was the brave one. Everyone liked Frostkit. Dawnkit wanted to be more like Frostkit when she grew up! So she would stay right over here and watch, and learn. She could join in next time... whenever that was. Then Boltfang rolled over. "I'm upside down," the tom told them bluntly. Against her will, the tiny shecat found herself giggling and drawn out by this strangeness. She was curious. "Yes," she mewed, "You are."She rolled over so she was on her back too, just like her Dad. She felt silly, but it felt fun. She gave the tom a wide-faced grin. "I'm upside down too," she told him. Then an idea popped up in her head. "Oh! And look! I can do this too," she added eagerly. Dawnkit quickly righted herself and put her head on the ground, then pushed with her back paws really hard and brought her shoulders down. The kit tumbled over in a roll, then sat up proudly. "See?" |
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Post by Kibbles on Oct 21, 2015 17:18:55 GMT
Frostkit watched as her father rolled over and then looked at her sister as she copied him. Well now Frostkit felt left out. So she rolled over onto her back too, kicking her tiny legs into the air. Now all three of them were upside down!
A small fit of giggles left her as she watched Dawnkit showed their father a neat trick. Frostkit had never been able to do that. She would always get to nervous. What if she got stuck on her head? She would have to walk around upside down for the rest of her life. She didn't want that! No, sir! No, ma'am!
"Daaaad, can you take us to the forest? I wanna go see the forest! Lets go see where those Marshclan cats come from! I wanna see that cat's ugly, torn up face again!"
"Frostkit, that's rude! He's the leader of Marshclan. You should give him some respect."
Frostkit pouted and stuck her tongue out at her mother, whom gave her a stern look. "His name is probably Uglyface. It doesn't matter."
"His name is Duskblaze, Frostkit. Show him some respect or you can stay in the nursery for the rest of the night."
Frostkit let out a gasp.
"MOOOOOOOOM!
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Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 21, 2015 23:46:17 GMT
Boltfang's eyes watched as Dawnkit somersaulted and plopped back to the ground with joy in her eyes at her accomplishment. Boltfang blinked and rolled onto his side. His eyes moved to Frostkit as she started laughing and kicking her paws around, Boltfang smiled and then looked back to Dawnkit.
"That's something to be proud of, I'm not even sure I can do that."
That was true, Bolt probably couldn't do a somersault anymore. He didn't have the will power too at least. He reached a paw out and poke Dawnkit's belly.
"So did you come with that super power or did you have to practice?"
Boltfang laughed and then looked over at Frostkit as she begged him to take them out into the forest, which he wasn't going to do, not today anyway. His eyes drifted from Fernheart to Frostkit as they spoke, and when Frostkit began whaling in defiance, Boltfang's eyes glanced to Dawnkit and he smiled, and then he looked back at Frostkit.
"Frostkit, I'll take you out into the forest when you're older, and I'll help you catch your first mouse too."
Boltfang thought about that day, and how it was going to be here quicker than his kits would realize.
"You're mom is right though, His name is Duskblaze. What she's not telling you is we helped raise him."
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Post by Shad on Oct 27, 2015 2:41:39 GMT
The shekit giggled, beaming brightly under her father's praise. "Quiverkit taught me," she told him excitedly. "He is really good at all sorts of stuff! He says that when I'm bigger he can teach me how to do battle crouches since he'll be an apprentice before me!"Dawnkit did not mention Quailkit, or the fact that the other twin did not like her overly much. It was impossible to tell the two apart, but Quiverkit told her who he was every morning. He said it was a secret she could not tell anybody. Dawnkit had never had anyone share secrets with her before. She felt very special to have one, all her own. Frostkit wanted to go outside. The little tuxedo kitten looked to her mother uncomfortably. She moved closer to Fernheart's side, resting against her warm fur without truly noticing as she did it. Dawnkit did not want to go outside. Not yet. She was not ready. Perhaps later -when she was older and bigger and Quiverkit or her mentor had taught her battle crouches, but she did not want to go out now. Her sister was turned down though and the little kit let out an obvious sigh of relief. Boltfang said he would help her sister catch her first mouse. Dawnkit looked down at her little kit paws. It seemed strange to her to think that one day she would get as big as Fernheart, that one day she would be out hunting mice and providing for the clan. It was exciting and she was very curious to see what hunting would be like... but she held back. She wondered if she really ever would be big enough to catch mice. She felt very little right now. She was by far the smallest kit in the whole Nursery! Dawnkit washed the back of her soft white paw for a moment, her face cloudy but thoughtful. Would she always be the smallest? Dawnkit thought of all the times Mistlekit told her stories. She thought of how often Hawkkit stopped to help her with things. Even the twins who were by all accounts brash and wild, were gentle and seldom play-fought around the sweet little black coated shekit. She thought of all these things and felt... special! Dawnkit liked being small. She liked that cats would take time to help her. Maybe she would always be too small or too weak to catch mice but what did that matter when she had such nice cats around her to help her out and catch the mice for her? Maybe she would not even be a Warrior when she grew up! She could be a Queen! Just like Swanstrike. Then everyone would always be happy when she came around and always be oh so helpful. Dawnkit liked this idea. She liked her little paws that would one day lead her there. Frostkit was excited again. Her jostiling and moving recaptured her sister's attention and Dawnkit blinked, looking up at her father curiously. What was that? She had been too lost in her thoughts and her paws. She had no idea what he said. It must be very wonderful judging from Frostkit's reaction though. The little kit left it to her sister to pull the excitement out of their father and instead brushed her face along her mother's side, walking forward to settle down between Fernheart's front paws and await a bath. Dawnkit was a good kit. Good kits always behaved and sat through their baths. The little kit even started up a squeaky purr as she rubbed against her mother's chest fur contentedly. Her sister was happy. Her mother was washing her. Her father was finally here. Yes, all was right as far as Dawnkit was concerned and the little tuxedo kitten could not possibly be happier. |
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