Moving In, Moving On(OPEN!)

[Lightningtrail]

He fell asleep again, but she kissed him awake

    Emberbreeze's mouth was full of moss, and, as she had just discovered that day, her belly was full of kits. She had been feeling the...symptoms for a while. Nausea, hunger, pain, but today was the day she finally realized what exactly was going on. She was pregnant. Again.And honestly, she was ecstatic. Her first little had been three tiny and weak kits, two of which died early on. And, even though others insisted that it was not, Emberbreeze knew it was all her fault. She was not sure what she did that let these kits die, but she swore that she would never let anything bad happen to them again.

    Featherear followed the sandy-colored warrior, his best friend, his beloved mate. Whatever he decided to refer to her in his head did not end up mattering. She was his and his alone, and that was all that mattered. He adored this cat, everything about her. Not only was she the most beautiful cat he knew, she was also the only one who tried to help him when he was a brainless, weak apprentice with no way to communicate. She taught him everything he knew, which was quite a feat due to his deaf ears. And she seemed to be the only one that did not look to him in dislike or pity. She looked to him with love and acceptance, and that was all he wished to do for her as well.

    Filled in the snowy colored tom's mouth was also a pile of moss. He held it delicately, making sure to not let it come undone and fall onto the slightly muddy clearing dirt. He did not want his nest getting dirty, after all.

    The pair soon reached the nursery, Emberbreeze's new den. The she-cat turned to glance back at her mate, then padded under the small opening that shieded the nursery from the harsh winds of the mountains. It may have been New-leaf, but it was still bitterly cold. Although Emberbreeze hardly had to duck under the low-hanging entrance, Featherear nearly needed to crawl. He was such a large tom, and he hated when his long, thick fur got caught things. 

    Emberbreeze padded carefully to the corner of the den, and set down her ball of moss. Featherear did the same, setting down his own ball parralell to the orange she-cat's. Emberbreeze began to squish her nest into a small nest, and Featherear nosed his own pile to add to her nest. After they were finished, Emberbreeze curled into the nest, and turned to Featherear. Her tail flicked to gently tap the tom's paw, and Featherear reached down to touch Emberbreeze's cheek. With a small, comforting smile, he stood and left the den, crawling back into the clearing. With excitement in her eyes, Emberbreeze looked around the nursery, searching for another queen to converse with. She may as well make some friends while she was in here.

and he smiled as though he would be happy to just lie there, staring into her eyes forever

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Adderwing watched as Emberbreeze and Featherear walked into the den. Hmm Emberbreeze is here again.  She watched her and her mate they were making a nest. She followed Featherear with her eyes as he walked out.  She stood up from her nest and stretched. Her little kit, Bristlekit, stirred and whined a little. "Dearest I'll be right back." She licked his head and he whined again. She purred. 

Turning back towards Emberbreeze she padded over to the expectant queen. She curled up outside of the queens nest. She purred, "So... Another litter? You must love kits." She laughed gently, "I can't even imagine having more than one kit." She looked back at Bristlekit. He slept on his back with his mouth open. Adderwing smiled.

[Enapay]

Darkkit had just woken up from his nap. His dream consist of him torturing the rouges. He used his evil for good. He hoped to do this one day. He would first kill the cutter and the all rouges. He would free everyone from the two-legs. He smiled. He would be a cat of glory one day and he knew it. He was now sitting up. He glanced around the den. He saw a queen who looked like she was ready to give birth. He wanted to help her with whatever she needed. He would help the creator of torture subjects. He would go easy on her kits but he would do what he does to most, make them feel belittled and scare them. His father gave him this dirty life. He always said, "If you cant beat them, kill them." Darkkit would never kill just bully. He was only a bully because he was damaged himself. He approached the orange she-cat.