Post by Foxpaw on Jan 17, 2013 18:27:27 GMT -5
Rowanwhisker stood outside the nursery, expression troubled, waiting on his mate and kits to come out. When his clanmates had found out that he and Falconscreech were going to be parents, they had laughed and joked. They were rather big cats, fierce in nature, and no cat had ever thought they'd have kits. but he was estatic when he found out, prouder than he thought he could ever be. This just seemed to bring on more laughs, good-natured as they were.
When his sons were born, no one laughed.
Two tiny scraps of fur, struggling for breathe. His first kit seemed too small, too sick, and his heart ached painfully. The second one would be better, right? He came out and was still for a moment, so utterly still that he felt his heart break into a million pieces. Then he cried out, loud and strong and fierce. but he was still so small. It had made him sick. He loved his kits, of course, but how would they fit into their clan? He had decided that pity would do them no good. He'd have to be tough on them. His thoughts were cut short as a small lump of brown fur shot out of the nursery, eyes bright with excitement and determination.
"C'mon, Molekit!" Finchkit crowed, white chest puffed out with pride. This was his first time out of the nursery, and the little kit was amazed. His amber eyes were huge as he took in all the new sights and sound, so different from his sheltered little world. This was his clan, his father's, his mother's, his brother's, and it was great.
When his sons were born, no one laughed.
Two tiny scraps of fur, struggling for breathe. His first kit seemed too small, too sick, and his heart ached painfully. The second one would be better, right? He came out and was still for a moment, so utterly still that he felt his heart break into a million pieces. Then he cried out, loud and strong and fierce. but he was still so small. It had made him sick. He loved his kits, of course, but how would they fit into their clan? He had decided that pity would do them no good. He'd have to be tough on them. His thoughts were cut short as a small lump of brown fur shot out of the nursery, eyes bright with excitement and determination.
"C'mon, Molekit!" Finchkit crowed, white chest puffed out with pride. This was his first time out of the nursery, and the little kit was amazed. His amber eyes were huge as he took in all the new sights and sound, so different from his sheltered little world. This was his clan, his father's, his mother's, his brother's, and it was great.
