Forbidden Love = Forbidden Offspring [Tagged]

[Twineheart]

[ Carotius  Asher For when you complete Boulderkit's app/get accepted]

Rain pounded the earth, hard and fast. Wind howled through the trees and lightning flickered in the sky, lighting up the darkness in an eerie manner. Nothing living seemed to be out in the mess of a storm. The only movement that of thrashing branches and the falling water. That was until a flash of something silver moved through the under bush. That flash on closer inspection was a small silver tabby, her drenched curly fur clinging to her sides. Her dark yellow eyes blinking water rapidly away, her movements inhibited by her very round and pregnant belly. Her mangled jaw however was clenched in determination as she pushed forward, wind whipping her face and chest. Contractions rippled along her body making her growl and groan with pain. You've been in there for moons! She thought You can wait another few minutes! Hissing with determination the she-cat pauses to take a deep breath shaking water from her head. Almost there.... She thought, just a bit further and then you can get out!

Starting forward again the stubborn feline travels towards the sound of the raging river. Stormclan lay just over the river and so did the father of her kits. She knew it was crazy traveling out in this weather to give birth along the river. but somewhere in her head she just knew she had to, that her kits needed to be born near their father or as near as she could get them. So if that meant risking life and limb to get them there than so be it. Again she is halted by her painful contractions, four more times. At one point Rainbriar thought she might not make it, but gritting her teeth and hissing again she shoved and stumbled forward. Finally she broke through the trees and out onto the river bank. There she darted into a hollow log and collapsed panting heavily. Starclan! Please bring Webfire to me! Were her last thoughts as her contractions over powered her and she began to give birth to her first litter.

[Carotius]

Twineheart
OOC: You can determine the level of my enthusiasm just from this post XD Thankee for choosing a rainy weather owo

White ears flicked up in alarm as thunder crashed overhead, blue eyes managing to catch the tail end of a series of flashes in the clearing. Sheets of rain were pounding heavily against the ground, turning sand and dirt into squelching mulches of mud and sludge. The tom's stomach was wriggling in anxiety, a sudden feeling of needing to move out causing his black-tipped tail to twitch frantically by his side. His sleep had been riddled with visions of storms and raging water, happening in the dead of night; faint cries had been echoing in the background, and now his ears buzzed in as if he could still hear them.

They need you. Webfire had no clue where that voice came from, or who 'they' were, but urgency began fizzing through his paws, prompting to quickly climb up and out of his nest. His scarred muzzle poked out of the den, met with fierce pummelling from the heavy rain as more lightning tore across the sky, followed by another deafening crash of thunder. They need you! There it was again. Taking a deep breath, the splotched warrior pushed his way out into the storm, stealing a glance back towards the other warriors right as he did. Where was he going? What was compelling him to wake and be out in this treacherous weather?

Move, dolt!

Dolt. The tom's eyes widened to twin discs of blue as a thought slammed into his mind. Without hesitation, the large tom pelted out the camp entrance, black paws carrying him swiftly and worriedly on a familiar path through the spruce and bracken, wet fronds springing droplets of water off their tips as the white body passed them by. Quickly! The rain drummed on his head and down to his tail, but as a StormClanner, it dribbled down his fur; he didn't care either way, for the adrenaline rush lent him strength to maintain his headlong sprint past the brambles and burst out onto the pebbly banks of the river.

She wouldn't be in the open - she's too smart for that. Webfire blinked rapidly to clear the water from his eyes, willing himself to find his objective in the stormy gloom. A short burst of panic flared through his chest as lightning ripped the dark sky in half once more, illuminating the river and its banks in an eerie whitish purple glow - it was just bright and long enough for the warrior to spot a log off the banks, and only then did his ears pick up breathing alongside the creaking of wood. Of course... Launching himself into the river, he disregarded all safety protocols as the rough currents tugged heavily at his fur, threatening to drag him down its depths like it had many moons ago with Ivyleaf. Never again!

The swim was quick and thankfully without incident. Throwing away the idea of shaking off the river water, Webfire loped the rest of his way towards the log which he now realised was hollow, surprise decorating his features at seeing a silver tabby pelt - round and panting - laying pained and tiredly within it. I knew it, Rainbriar! The white warrior ducked into the shelter of the log, pushing his nose hard against the MidnightClanner's cheek, finally getting a breath of her scent through the dilution of rain. The kits are finally coming! ...Wait.

"What were you thinking, coming out in this storm when you're about to kit?!" he hissed, more from worry than anger as he fixed his blue gaze on her. "Okay, fine, we'll settle that later. I don't want you biting my nose off before the kits arrive," the tom switched his gaze to the rotund belly of Rainbriar, noting the rippling of muscles as the kits prepared to come out. I have no idea what to do! He'd never seen a kitting, let alone been to one! "Just.. Just breathe, my dear. It'll be all right."

Webfire gently brushed his nose against the tabby's flank, feeling the moving lumps that he knew to be his sons and daughters, squirming around and getting ready to see the world. He was finally going to have his own kits. After hardships and unexpected twists of events, the StormClan tom was finally having his own kits. Pride swelled in his chest, a purr rumbling in his throat. I'll protect you. Was the storm overhead a sign of StarClan's wrath for these kits? No. The voice in his head was not recognised as any of his living Clanmates, nor was it his own - they guided him out to Rainbriar, to witness the birth of their kits, and to ensure nothing would go wrong.