Post by Dyzzie on Oct 26, 2015 17:33:39 GMT -5
Lionhearted, here ya are hun ^^
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Whispered voices, tense body language, eyes narrowed, the verbal war was being struck between the two cats in as hushed manner as they could manage - both conscious of the sleeping queen they didn't want to wake. Shadowriver stood tall, towering (though only slightly) over his . . . . . kit's mother's sister as he tried to win his side of the argument, "I still have faith your sister will be fine," He whisper-snarled to the female, his yellow-green eyes gleaming angrily, even as the tortie-point female met his gaze with her icy blue one in defiance, "I have faith in her!" She argued back, her voice just as quiet as his, "but she asked you to do this. Just in case! She asked you to find a surrogate. Look at her, we both know she's not handling this well . . . Shadowriver, you need to do this. What happens if something does happen to her? Who would be able to take in kits with out any warning? Think about all the possibilities, Shadowriver. She wants you to do this."
Shadowriver had never been too close to the two sisters, but over time, he and Snowpetal's sister had hit it off - slowly but surely. It was a night with catnip - and little memories - that led to them having kittens together. A spur of the moment decision. At the beginning it had caused the two to grow closer, they idea of sharing kits, raising them together, and they were determined to work things out, to remain together for the kits. He'd even helped her move into the nursery and find a nest that would be suitable for her and their kits . . . and now . . . she was wasting away. Slowly the tom sighed, turning away from his sister-in-law, his gaze moving to the sleeping queen, her side heavy with kits, her breath labored, it was always labored now a days. It wasn't expected for her to survive the kitting - and it wasn't expected for too many of the kits to survive either - to that he was going to willingly give any of the kits up - especially if he - they - lost her as well. His face suddenly closed off, an ice mask back in place, his usual look as he turned to stare at Snowpetal, "Fine." He snarled, more loudly than he meant, spinning away from Snowpetal who sighed and shook her head.
but at least he'd seen reason, she thought pitifully, knowing this next part wouldn't be easy either. Slowly the tom approached one of the other queens, Snowpetal a few steps behind him, as if to offer moral support. When he stood with out speaking for a few minutes though was when Snowpetal sighed and spoke for him, "May we . . . speak to you?" She asked, voice quiet, her gaze moving back to her weak sister and the kits inside her, "About . . . those kits." She added softly.
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Whispered voices, tense body language, eyes narrowed, the verbal war was being struck between the two cats in as hushed manner as they could manage - both conscious of the sleeping queen they didn't want to wake. Shadowriver stood tall, towering (though only slightly) over his . . . . . kit's mother's sister as he tried to win his side of the argument, "I still have faith your sister will be fine," He whisper-snarled to the female, his yellow-green eyes gleaming angrily, even as the tortie-point female met his gaze with her icy blue one in defiance, "I have faith in her!" She argued back, her voice just as quiet as his, "but she asked you to do this. Just in case! She asked you to find a surrogate. Look at her, we both know she's not handling this well . . . Shadowriver, you need to do this. What happens if something does happen to her? Who would be able to take in kits with out any warning? Think about all the possibilities, Shadowriver. She wants you to do this."
Shadowriver had never been too close to the two sisters, but over time, he and Snowpetal's sister had hit it off - slowly but surely. It was a night with catnip - and little memories - that led to them having kittens together. A spur of the moment decision. At the beginning it had caused the two to grow closer, they idea of sharing kits, raising them together, and they were determined to work things out, to remain together for the kits. He'd even helped her move into the nursery and find a nest that would be suitable for her and their kits . . . and now . . . she was wasting away. Slowly the tom sighed, turning away from his sister-in-law, his gaze moving to the sleeping queen, her side heavy with kits, her breath labored, it was always labored now a days. It wasn't expected for her to survive the kitting - and it wasn't expected for too many of the kits to survive either - to that he was going to willingly give any of the kits up - especially if he - they - lost her as well. His face suddenly closed off, an ice mask back in place, his usual look as he turned to stare at Snowpetal, "Fine." He snarled, more loudly than he meant, spinning away from Snowpetal who sighed and shook her head.
but at least he'd seen reason, she thought pitifully, knowing this next part wouldn't be easy either. Slowly the tom approached one of the other queens, Snowpetal a few steps behind him, as if to offer moral support. When he stood with out speaking for a few minutes though was when Snowpetal sighed and spoke for him, "May we . . . speak to you?" She asked, voice quiet, her gaze moving back to her weak sister and the kits inside her, "About . . . those kits." She added softly.
