Post by Lightningtrail on Mar 3, 2015 16:29:15 GMT -5
She wants to say "I love you" but she keeps it to "goodnight"((@fawnstar, @iriejade, Lionhearted, Fiction, @silentsong))
Foxbriar laid on her back in the middle of the clearing, her paws reaching for the stars that shone above her head. She flexed her claws, tracing Silverpelt. It was so beautiful at this time of night, and she adored the dim lighting. The ground was still dusted with frost, though spring was in the air. The birds had been returning, and just the other day she had spotted a new green sprout of something peeking out of the ground. Cedarpaw had told her not to go out now that it was so late in her pregnancy, but she ignored him. She couldn't bear the thought of being trapped inside the camp for more than a couple days. The world was too big to not explore. Foxbriar was going to explore it, kittens or not.
She rolled over and got to her feet. It was difficult to stand correctly due to the little bundles in her belly. She missed that almost as much as she missed going out to explore the other territories. but if Cedarpaw didn't want her to leave the camp, he would through a fit if he heard that she was leaving the territory. She sighed. Was it wrong to have disdain for her own kits? They were her kin after all, but it was not like they were some sort of symbol of a special bond she had with another. To be honest, she had no clue who the father was. The she-cat yawned. It was late, she should probably head back to the nursery. She glanced at the stars once more before turning her back to them and waddling into the nursery.
She quickly found her den. It was as close to the nursery entrance as it could be without the risk of getting tripped on every time some cat entered. The she-cat circled her nest a couple times, her darker brown feet kneading the moss and lichen below her. but as she lied down, she felt a sharp pain run through her. She nearly screeched with shock, but managed to hold it in. She glanced around the den, her eyes wide. It seemed that everyone else was asleep. Well, that is too bad! She thought as another wave of pain made her whimper. "The kits!" She blurted out, her voice shaking from the pain. She closed her eyes and waited to get it over with.
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Foxbriar tried to catch her breath as she stared at the seven bundles that laid by her belly. Seven?! Really, StarClan, you just had to give me seven? If there had been only a couple, everything would have probably gone smoothly. but each kitten brought a new level of pain. Her nest was shredded, pieces of the once tidy moss and lichen thrown around her as though by some wild animal. She narrowed her eyes at her kits, but her gaze softened quickly. Much to her annoyance, she couldn't stay angry at her little bundles.
"Oh, I suppose I should name you little guys now," She purred. "Hm, you can be Spiderkit," She said as she looked upon a large she-kit, one with a coat similar to her mother's. "Yes, I will call you Spiderkit. Oh, and you can be Meadowkit," She purred as she turned to a creamy colored she-kit. She looked a lot like that one tom from a while ago... At least she knew who the father was. She turned her attention to another kit, this one also sharing the same, creamy coat. "You can be Mothkit."
She turned to her 4th born and her first tom-kit. "And you can be Lichenkit." She purred. She gave the tom a lick on the head before turning to another that looked similar to herself, this one also a tom. "You can be called Copperkit. Oh, and you can be Brackenkit," She mewed as she turned to another, larger tom-kit. Her gaze was suddenly drawn away from the kits as she noticed another, one she must have missed. No wonder, Mothkit was laying on top of him as though he was her personal nest. "Oh, how could I forget you? I will call you Finchkit," She purred before gently nudging his sister off of the tom, revieling his feet. Foxbriar was taken aback. She had seen cats like him, ones with extra toes, but had never expected it to happen to her. She sighed and swept her fluffy tail around her litter protectively. No one would hurt her bundles of joy. "If anyone ever hurts any of you, I swear, I will rip them limb from limb and leave them to die, choking in their own blood," She purred gently. No one would hurt them.because love will mean falling and she's afraid of heights
