Mothbriar
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Post by Mothbriar on Dec 14, 2014 16:47:00 GMT -6
Mothbriar sighed, eyes shut and fluffy tail curled around her body. The kits that she had had with Owain were a few weeks old now, and growing like weeds, which allowed her very little rest. She was taking a brief cat nap while the little kittens were otherwise occupied, a thought in the back of her mind.
Now that the kittens were a week old, less likely to die of disease introduced by any visitor (it was better to be on the safe side with this brutal winter weather), Owain could visit them if he himself wasn't ill. This thought that had started as a sleepy recognition snowballed until her eyes were open and she was half smiling. She missed seeing the tom, and she did feel bad about disallowing him to see his children until they were a little older.
"Kits, come here," she purred, looking around the nursery for the tumbling bundles. "I have a feeling you'll be getting a visitor today."
Thunderhowl, @shellmist, Owain
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Post by Owain on Dec 14, 2014 16:53:21 GMT -6
MY BODY HAS THE
BLOOD OFHEROES |
| Owain had woken up this morning to the thought of good news. The kits are old enough that I can see them now. The brown tabby had not been present at their birth for a few reasons. He could have been carrying a disease for one. Secondly, he did not feel comfortable seeing Mothbriar giving birth. The thought of it made him feel squeamish. But, now that they were older and he was not ill, he had arranged to meet them today.
Sitting up in his nest, the tabby cleaned his fur, wanting to look presentable when he met his children for the first time. Thinking about the kits made Owain think about Aspenkit in RockClan, and how he never met him. He's got to be almost an apprentice by now. I'll have to speak to him soon. Leaving the warriors' den, he grabbed a squirrel, a rare delicacy he enjoyed in IceClan, and walked to the nursery.
Owain poked his head inside, looking around with the creature in his mouth. He spotted Mothbriar from a small distance and smiled through the fur, walking over to the she-cat. He set the squirrel down, rubbing his cheek against hers before sitting down.
"Where are they?" he whispered, almost breathless with excitement. |
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Post by Thunderhowl on Dec 14, 2014 17:00:13 GMT -6
Lionkit froze, one paw in the air as he heard his mother's voice. Turning slowly, reluctance rusting his joints, the golden tom stared at his mother to make sure it had really been her speaking. It was hard to focus on the excitement of a visitor, when he first had to address the order of 'come here'. He had been right in the middle of exploring the nursery, and while it was still a small area, the young tom had been having a good time with his adventure. His scruffy fur ruffled up around his shoulders as he huffed, displeasure evident in his pouting face. Yet he obediently trailed back to his mother, glancing a few times to make sure his sister was also going to be following. He wouldn't do it if she wasn't either.
When the small tom raised his head again, there was a looming warrior standing over his mother, and the kit blinked. He hadn't even heard the stranger appear! Warring between protectiveness and fear, the golden tabby galloped forward and hurled himself into his mother's nest beside her, waving his paws at the stranger greeting her. "Back, back!" He crowed with a determined frown, certain this giant was here to cause harm, and not because he was the visitor Mothbriar had implied.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2014 17:39:21 GMT -6
Being born around winter probably wasn't the easiest thing to cope with, but I wasn't a weakling like my brother. I stretched my legs out, a yawn parting my small mouth. I grinned, showing the small teeth that'd recently grown in. My eyes were already turning from the regulation kitten blue to a dark green.
I shook out my unruly ginger and white fur with a grin towards my mother. I'd assume she'd either try to pull me aside to be groomed or just give up on trying to fix my never-cleaned-up appearance. I cocked my head she mentioned a visitor. "Are we the litter with the father? I'm positive that makes us pretty special!" I was pleased with being "special". This meant I was a step up from everyone else which I greatly took pride in.
I watched as a warrior walked into the den. I shuffled in behind mother, crouching in wait. "Hey, Lionkit! On my count of three, we'll attack!" I whispered as quietly as possible. "One, two... ah forget counting! Let's go!" I leaped out towards Owain's leg letting out too-small-to-be-threatening growls.
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Mothbriar
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Post by Mothbriar on Dec 14, 2014 17:47:02 GMT -6
Mothbriar laughed with a huge purr, rolling her eyes as the pair of kittens 'attacked' the tom.
"I think you've found them, Owain," she replied to him, still laughing.
"Lionkit, Shellkit, this is your father," she purred soothingly, straightening the position that she was laying in so that she was closer to him. "They certainly are handfuls, but we couldn't ask for healthier kittens," her eyes glinted, "Or better future warriors. Isn't that right?"
Her purr hadn't stopped. It was nice to have a whole family together.
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Post by Owain on Dec 14, 2014 17:52:35 GMT -6
MY BODY HAS THE
BLOOD OFHEROES |
| Owain heard one of the kits jumped in front of Mothbriar, saying back! Back! He cocked his head, glancing at the queen before he felt something wrap onto his leg. "What the-" He lifted the leg, shaking it gently. "Why would you attack me?" he asked, pretending to be hurt.
He pricked his ears when Mothbriar spoke, smiling. "I'm glad. It was tough to not come in here. I was worried about you." Owain looked at her with a purr. Then he looked back at the kits. "I can see that. They seem very rambunctious. They'll be the best warriors we could ask for."
Owain crouched down, trying to level himself with his children. "What are your names?" he asked. "My name is Owain." he said with a smile. |
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Post by Thunderhowl on Dec 15, 2014 5:45:47 GMT -6
 outta luck, outta time; old-man winter's comin' on ,,
Lionkit naturally bowed to his bossier sister, because he wished to keep her placated more so than because he was a docile creature. He was happy so long as others were content, and so he was fine with following shellkit's lead and charging the tom upon her rather sudden war cry. wrapping his small body around one of the large legs of the male, Lionkit clung on, his little body rumbling with childish growls.
his mother, whom he thought he was protecting, was the one to stop his fight. ears perking in interest, lionkit released his hold and slid to the ground. "father?" he repeated with a curious tilt of his head, looking back up at the looming figure. This was their father, who they had heard so much about? the warrior hadn't even stumbled under their attacks. "impressive." he allowed with a small nod.
Shuffling back, lionkit felt his raggy coat fluff up at the stranger's praise, though he immediately tried to settle it and appear refined. "my name is lionkit," he informed owain solemnly, raising his chin
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