Post by Lightningtrail on Mar 2, 2015 19:18:51 GMT -5
((Tagging Isilme with Lizardkit))
Flowerstripe felt herself drop onto the soft moss that she had formed into a comfortable nest. She liked the nursery, and, although it was rather boring, she didn't mind spending much of her time here. Especially lately, she had been forced to stay inside more, as the snow and ice had been relentless outside, and her kit grew with each passing day. She looked down to her fat belly, and gave it an endearing lick. Her kittens would be wonderful. She was a bit worried, though, as she did not seem to be nearly as large as some of the other queens were when they were as late into their pregnancy as Flowerstripe was. Sure, Flowerstripe could definitely see the difference, but she was still able to run and jump with ease, and could probably hunt as well if it was not so frosty. Thunder crashed outside, and the sky was lit with lightning. She nearly leapt out of her den. She hated storms.
The pretty she-cat felt a shock run through her, and for a heartbeat, she assumed that she had been hit by lightning. but the crippling pain didn't leave or fade, it only became more horrible. The she-cat writhed in her den, trying to find a position that relieved the pain. but every movement made the horror stronger, and she was forced to lie as still as she could, her eyes squeezed shut as pain ran through her.
~~~
Flowerstripe was gasping for air as the pain began to diminish. The she-cat turned to look at her only kit, a beautiful she-kit. No wonder her belly had been so small, she had only one kitten. No matter, she would love the small creature with her whole being, and would take care of her until she became an apprentice. She was beautiful, her coat matching her fathers. "You look just like Lizardsplash, my dear," Flowerstripe whispered to her kitten, her eyes glancing at the roof of the den. Through a crack, she caught a glance of the sky, and for a moment, the stormy, grey clouds parted and revealed StarClan. She knew deep inside her that her Lizardsplash was watching her, and would forever look after her kit. "I will name you Lizardkit so that you can be as brave and loyal and kind as your father was before you," Flowerstripe murmured, her tail curling around the tiny bundle of white and black fur.
Flowerstripe felt herself drop onto the soft moss that she had formed into a comfortable nest. She liked the nursery, and, although it was rather boring, she didn't mind spending much of her time here. Especially lately, she had been forced to stay inside more, as the snow and ice had been relentless outside, and her kit grew with each passing day. She looked down to her fat belly, and gave it an endearing lick. Her kittens would be wonderful. She was a bit worried, though, as she did not seem to be nearly as large as some of the other queens were when they were as late into their pregnancy as Flowerstripe was. Sure, Flowerstripe could definitely see the difference, but she was still able to run and jump with ease, and could probably hunt as well if it was not so frosty. Thunder crashed outside, and the sky was lit with lightning. She nearly leapt out of her den. She hated storms.
The pretty she-cat felt a shock run through her, and for a heartbeat, she assumed that she had been hit by lightning. but the crippling pain didn't leave or fade, it only became more horrible. The she-cat writhed in her den, trying to find a position that relieved the pain. but every movement made the horror stronger, and she was forced to lie as still as she could, her eyes squeezed shut as pain ran through her.
~~~
Flowerstripe was gasping for air as the pain began to diminish. The she-cat turned to look at her only kit, a beautiful she-kit. No wonder her belly had been so small, she had only one kitten. No matter, she would love the small creature with her whole being, and would take care of her until she became an apprentice. She was beautiful, her coat matching her fathers. "You look just like Lizardsplash, my dear," Flowerstripe whispered to her kitten, her eyes glancing at the roof of the den. Through a crack, she caught a glance of the sky, and for a moment, the stormy, grey clouds parted and revealed StarClan. She knew deep inside her that her Lizardsplash was watching her, and would forever look after her kit. "I will name you Lizardkit so that you can be as brave and loyal and kind as your father was before you," Flowerstripe murmured, her tail curling around the tiny bundle of white and black fur.
