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Post by Kala on Jul 6, 2009 15:58:41 GMT -5
“Oh OddStar!” chuckled Owlpelt as she turn her beaming eyes towards her clan leader, well as best friend, “You spoil my kits.” Oddstar, who was currently being clung to by four kits, just gave the queen a playful expression before she shook the kits off which made them all howl with delight as they stumbled to their paws trying to attack their playmate once again. “I can not help it,” replied Oddstar with her bi-color eyes gleaming with a devilish hue. “It is just to much fun to play around with these fellows,” she said before she bounced about enjoying having the kits bat at her paws. OwlPelt simply gave a heavy sigh as she shook her head in disbelief of her leader. Though who was to blame the oddly colored she-cat? It had been ages since GoldClan had any good things come their way. It had been over 12 moons and their clan had not gone into war and not only that, OwlPelt herself gave birth to the first set of kits since she was a kit herself. The whole clan, bearly even a clan with their pitiful numbers was walking about in delight…well at least everyone. Sighing heavily, she turn her amber gave towards the medicine cat’s den where WaterSpirit was slowly fading. It did not surprise her. WaterSpirit was the oldest cat in the whole forest. It was about time she took her place in Starclan, at least that is what OwlPelt was praying for. Though if the eldery she-cat past on, they would be without a medicine cat and no one to put OddStar in her place.
It was times like these that OwlPelt was glad she turn down becoming a deputy.
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Post by seren on Jul 6, 2009 16:53:14 GMT -5
Gazing longingly at Owlpelt's young litter, Kameshard couldn't help but wish that she was in her place. Sighing, she knew that however much she may have wanted offspring it just wasn't going to happen. After at least a dozen unsuccessful attempts when she was younger, she finally came to terms with her condition. Shuddering at the thought of such a medical-sounding term, she looked down at her thin stomach. She was as infertile as Oddstar was a kind leader.
Working up the courage at last, she tried not to cringe as she braced herself for her next action. Padding swiftly and confidently toward the kits, their mother, and the Clan's leader, the silvery-gray she-cat abruptly stopped once she reached at least three pawsteps away from the other cats. Dipping her head respectfully, she silenced all of the conflicted emotions within her. "Hello, Oddstar. Owlpelt, what beautiful kits you have! I wish I could be as lucky as you."
From across the clearing, Lavalion curled his lip in disgust. What was with she-cats and kits? Shaking his head, he tried to concentrate on something else. Scanning his environment, he came upon several small gray pebbles. Prodding one with his paw, he grew bored almost instantly. Still, it was better than continuing to watch the display between Kameshard, Owlpelt, and Oddstar.
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Post by dragon on Jul 7, 2009 14:07:41 GMT -5
FadedSirius watched the three shes interact kindly, and friend-like with eachother. The kits bounced around them, intertwining with their ankles, and toppling themselves over. He chuckles good-naturedly and then sighed. No matter how much he loved his home - he'd give anything to defend it - sometimes it got - not to be rude, after all, he was fine with slow going - boring.
The sun rippled in the sky above them, marking the hours, after all, ever time he looked up it was in a different place. He lay on his side, listing to the outside noises, and breathing in the fimiliar scent. It was calming and soothing. He loved it here.
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Post by seren on Jul 7, 2009 21:53:51 GMT -5
Squinting through the harsh rays of sunlight, Lavalion could see another tom off to the side. Like him, Fadedsirius seemed to be paying attention to the she-cats and kits. Grunting as a bead of sweat rolled down his peck, he decided to make himself sociable. Grimacing at the thought of himself conversing with others and actually wanting to--he was getting old and soft--he dipped his head in respect as he came upon Fadedsirius. "Do you know them well?" he asked, sneaking into the peripheral of his Clanmate. His question was ambiguous, but it was simple enough.
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Post by dragon on Jul 8, 2009 13:02:31 GMT -5
FadedSirius looked up at him, bowing his head - not lowly, he didn't want to put his head on the ground- in respect towards his clan-mate. He motioned towards teh spot ne3xt to him with his tail, seeing if the tom would lay with him in the dappeled sunlight.
"Mmm... Not well, but they all seem to be having a good time." He huffed air out, breathing as if frustrated. So, you've come to sit with me have you? Cana't wait to hear what you're like....His thoughts sprawled as his eyes looked over the other tom.
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Post by seren on Jul 8, 2009 16:38:01 GMT -5
Whiskers twitching, he perched as silently as he could manage without a single creak to his joints so as not to cause the other tom to ask questions. Lately his back limbs had been giving him problems. Hopefully he wouldn't lose them; he shuddered at the very thought. "Sudden breeze," he mumbled, already making excuses for himself. He tried not to appear too lofty, as he had seen its effects on those in its company. For whatever reason, most cats he attempted to chat with thought he was being haughty just from the way he rest his body, that manner being done merely because it was the only comfortable possibility.
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Post by dragon on Jul 9, 2009 15:55:12 GMT -5
FadedSirius did take notice of his postion. It seemed odd for a cat to sit this way, but everyone has their own reasoning. He decided not to bring it up, not feeling the breeze that Lavalion said he had felt.
"Slow going for you too...?" He asked, saying it as more of an observation than anything else. Why would a tom just sit around? The only thing FadedSirius could think of was that Lavalion was like himself. Bored beyond all reasoning.
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Post by seren on Jul 9, 2009 16:02:17 GMT -5
Nodding, Lavalion had never been one for words. Observing everyone, he gazed at Fadedsirius curiously. "I think...Didn't you have kits around here at one time?" In his mind, he could see the tom rough-housing with three miniature versions of himself. Maybe that was someone else, though... Sighing, he stretched. His joints only seemed to ache more. Medicine cats never seemed to know how to treat him.
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Post by dragon on Jul 9, 2009 22:17:04 GMT -5
ooc: .....FadedSirius shall become a fasha!!!!!!!
bic: "Mm. Yeah, once." FadedSirius looked sullen, and his eyes seemed to mist over. She would have been a nice enough mother to the kits, but afterwards, her health had declined, and her milk for the kits became sour - the four of them had died, leaving him to his clan. That was when he adopted the clan as his life, even though it should have been before. It was one of the many traumas that he was supposed to be able to handle as a warrior, but even now it seemed hard to deal with. He shook his pelt, standing. Fadedsirius gave him a good, stern look. "What about you? You've got family here?"
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Post by seren on Jul 9, 2009 22:26:28 GMT -5
Blinking, the tom wasn't completely daft to others' pain. At that point, he wish he could have been oblivious to this. With a sigh, he tried not to avert his eyes. "Well...I almost got the chance to start a family, but I've never been into kits. I miss her, though." Shaking his head, he winced as a jolt passed through his bones. Dare he tell this tom about his petty troubles?
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Post by dragon on Jul 9, 2009 22:54:04 GMT -5
"Her?" A spark lit in his bark-brown eyes, and immediatly he wanted to know. He always wanted to know. But even more than he wanted to know, he wanted the tom to tell him. It meant he had yet another cat whom he had bonded with, and knew on a personal level. "I'll bet she's a stunner, if you miss her so much." He chuckled slightly. Most shes were quite friendly, but only when you got the two - friendly and pretty - was it the best kind of relationship.
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Post by seren on Jul 9, 2009 23:04:07 GMT -5
Looking around, he trusted no one with such a secret, but there was something about this tom; it was like they were kindred spirits. With some reluctance, he finally spilt. "Her name was Freina. She was a kittypet, and--as cliche as this sounds--of course our love was forbidden, so we tried to hide it. As with all hidden relationships, ours was found out, and this was back when Clan standards were much harsher. They tracked her down and...hurt her. She fought hard and well--she was so feisty and spirited; she could've fought off an entire army if she wanted to--but they had taken a toll on her. I begged them to leave her alone, but they didn't listen. They pestered her relentlessly, and finally, she moved away. I had first met her venturing into Twoleg Place on one of those strange light gray walking areas parallel to the Monster Paths. She said that she was meeting as many different cats as she could and pretty much selling her body for food; it was shameless. I suspect that this is why the Clan was so harsh on her. Plus, she was a foreigner with a strange accent. Still, vigilantism isn't the answer."
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Post by dragon on Jul 9, 2009 23:36:05 GMT -5
He shighed heavily. "Never. I don't think that any she-cat I know would do that. She was smart though, if she had figured that much out." He smiled at the other tom politetly.
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Post by seren on Jul 9, 2009 23:40:17 GMT -5
"Sometimes I still wonder if she's out there, but then I think, what's it matter? Wherever she is she's probably happy and well-off. I doubt she even remembers me." Yawning, he turned to the tom. He couldn't hog up the entire conversation with his drama. "What about you? You got any tragic love stories to tell?"
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Post by Kala on Jul 10, 2009 11:50:25 GMT -5
Owlpelt turn her head towards Kameshard and bowed her head in a kind matter. “Hello,” she said with both amber eye warm with kindness. “Thank you so much and you will be lucky some day. This clan has toms that will he willing to take on a strong warrior such as yourself.” Purring slightly, both eyes wondered towards where OddStar was bouncing about with her kits running all around the strange colored she-cat. “Makes you wonder,” she muttered before shaking her head, though froze when an idea came to mind. Grinning with delight, she looked back towards Kameshard. “You know. I have to get away from the den once in awhile to have time to myself. If you want, whenever that happens, you can watch after my kits. They love meeting knew cats everyday.” It was an offer she heard her mother giving when she was a young kit to she-cats that longed to be queens. She knew it brought joy to them, though it was only until now that she understood those emotions.
Just on the other side of camp were two cats, both 18 moons old maybe a bit older. One she-cat and one tom. Both were chatting away with one another. TwilightMoon nodded her head softly as both silver eyes darted about the camp noticing the kits that were playing about with the clan leader. A warm distance smile over took her muzzle, that is before her brother, StreamForst, batted his sister over the head in a mocking matter. “Really now,” he said, “We have bearly been warriors for a full season cycle and you are already dreaming of giving up your body?” TwilightMoon felt her pelt flush with heat as both ears twitched about in an embarrassed matter. “Well..um…I…” she said, though jumped when a tail was placed on her shoulder. Glacning to where the tail was coming from, she spotted her two older siblings. IrrigatePelt and DuskMist. They were her half siblings, but siblings non of the less. Both had lived through five season cycles which made them about six years old. While she was bearly two years old. StreamFrost snorted as his two older siblings came over. It was quite clear he was not pleased at their appearance, but he would deal with it. “Really StreamFrost,” said IrrigatePelt as she narrowed her eyes towards her younger brother. “TwilightMoon can do as she pleases.”
ooc//oh! TwilightMoon, DuskMist, IrrigatePelt, and StreamFrost are all single if you will. lol
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