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Nightshade and Creekstar continued searching through the night. The creamy pink light of dawn lit the sky. It took every ounce of Creekstar's strength to keep himself from stumbling from exhaustion. Beside hm, Nightshade's head was lowered, his movements slow and his tail dragged in the grass. Creekstar came to a halt and Nightshade looked up at him questioningly. "You should rest a bit," Creekstar advised. He apprecated his son's constant help, but he didn't want to exhaust him and potentially getting hurt. "You should too," Nightshade mewed, but Creekstar's bright, stubborn eyes gave him the answer. Nightshade sighed. "A little more, then I'll catch up and tackle you to the ground and sit on you until I've decided you've had enough rest."
Creekstar left Nightshade to rest to his terms and conditions and searched on. He wandered, scenting the air until he came upon a small pond. He padded into it, until it came up to his belly, feeling oddly comforted. Orchidbloom loved the water. They always went to the shore together and splashed around playfully. She sometimes had to save him when he got too deep and he panicked. Being with the water made him feel like he was closer to her. Oh Orchidbloom. I'm so sorry this happened. I love you and will never stop looking for you.
Creekstar lifted his head to realize there was a small tree shadowing over the pond. It almost seemed like a symbol to him - the pond and the tree there, forever together. Two cats with different strenths and skills united. It's peaceful here, he observed the quietness and the gentle breeze. He lifted his muzzle up and took a deep breath of it. He could almost feel Orchidbloom's presence, her scent...
Creekstar gasped and glanced around desperately. He leaped out of the water, suddenly full of energy. He wasn't dreaming it. Her scent was somewhere close! "Orchidbloom!" 02:26, February 1, 2020 (UTC)
The tabby feline had fallen into a period of silence, save for the softest hum of the newborn kits that rest along her warm belly. Her hindlegs were still stiff and sore from the previous incident with the roaring vehicle, but she was thankful that the little bundles of joy before her were safe and sound, at least thus far. Above all things else, they had been born alive and not deceased like the litter she bore to that rotten Thunderblaze. It was almost symbolic of her love for Creekstar: alive, thriving, warm... If only we can find him. Slowly, Orchidbloom had closed her eyes, almost in a dream-like state as she recalled her favorite memories with the flighty black tom, envisioning the safe nursery their litter would have been born in if she hadn't been such an impulsive fool.
His voice, she could still hear it, that anxious tone that always rang in the depths of his words. It was as if he was still calling to her, frantically vocalizing her name, beckoning her to return home. She missed them with her whole being, all of them, from Hawthornpaw and Pumpkinpaw to even Rainstorm and her unfavorable litter. 
"Orchidbloom!" Wait- she wasn't imagining things, was she? The deputy parted her eyelids to reveal sharp teal visionaries, her battle-scarred ears perking in an attempt to tune in on whatever message might be carried on the quiet breeze. She had to be insane, so mournful that she was beginning to hear his voice in the trees and on the ceiling of her den. Yet, she couldn't resist. "...Creekfrost?" Thieving Ferret 16:17, February 1, 2020 (UTC)
Creekstar heard the faintest touch of Orchidbloom's voice in the breeze, calling him by his old name. "Orchidbloom! I'm here!" he called and searched for her scent, quickly finding a trail and following it. His paws buzzed with energy. He could barely believe it. She was really there. He came upon a structure that looked like it could be used as a den, her scent led to it. Creekstar poked his head inside and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Orchidbloom's gray tabby pelt. He let out a strained, relieved laugh. I wasn't imaging it. She's here!
He slipped into the den and crouched down next to her, covering her ears with loving licks and nuzzles. "You're safe..." he meowed, his voice cracking. "Are you hurt?" He sniffed her over to check for any injuries. He sensed stiffness in her hindlegs. "What happened? Are you okay? I'm so sorry this happened, Orchidbloom. I should have payed more attention. I should have picked my words better. I should have found you sooner." Creekstar had been so caught up in his relief and rambling that it took him a moment to notice that there was another scent in the den, one he recognized from the kits in the nursery. He saw the three furry little bundles huddled up against Orchidbloom's belly. "Kits... our kits." 16:53, February 1, 2020 (UTC)
Never before had she felt as relieved as she did in that moment, seeing Creekstar's head miraculously point into her make-shift nursery. "Oh sweet StarClan...Creekstar!" She breathed, her frame relaxing once she knew that she was safe once more, with her mate their to protect both her and their kittens. "I got bumped by a monster, but I'm fine. It's all my fault- I was being so mousebrained and impulsive, I just..." Her words all poured out at once, so much that she lost her breath and had to draw in a deep breath of air before finally releasing it as a sigh. "...I'm just so happy to see you."
When he mentioned their kittens, Orchidbloom offered a small smile before glancing down at the sleepy, sightless furballs. "I haven't named them yet...but I think we should get them home first."Thieving Ferret 17:25, February 1, 2020 (UTC)
Creekstar felt a rush of relief that she wasn't upset with him. He bumped his head to hers. "It's okay. That's in the past and all that matters is that you and the kits are safe." He sniffed the kits, thankful that their birth had been safe. Creekstar had seen many newborn kits over the seasons, but he still marveled over how tiny they were. He felt a flood of love and protectiveness for them. I'll be the best father I can be to you, he silently promised.
He turned when he heard rustling at the den entrance and saw Nightshade. "You found her!" he eclaimed happily. His eyes widened at the kits. "And the kits are here!" Creekstar stood up. "We should get back to camp. It's safer there and Risingsun can give everyone a checkup." He gave Orchidbloom a concerned look. "You're able to walk that far home?" 15:03, February 8, 2020 (UTC)
She couldn't help but to feel a glow of warmth and pride spread throughout her chest as she watched Creekstar admire their newest arrivals. For what felt like an eternity in those moments that she had fled, her entire world had turned upside down. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know if her kits would make it, nor did she ever know if she'd see her mate again. But there they all were: together, in a tiny warm haven of a den, alive. 
Orchidbloom wasn't expecting Nightshade to have followed, and sat upright when she heard pawsteps approaching. Her maternal instincts kicked in and a desire to protect her little furballs made her muscles tense. However, when she realized that it was only the warrior, she relaxed once more. She gave him a tired nod of acknowledgement before returning her attention to Creekstar. "I should be fine walking- just preparing me for when I'm stiff and old...older."Thieving Ferret 02:51, February 20, 2020 (UTC)
Each taking a kit, they trekked across the territory, occasionally stopping for a break before continuing. The long shadows of dusk etched the land by the time they were close to camp. "Our Clanmates are going to be super excited to see you, and meet our kits," Creekstar meowed optimistically, through the fluff of the kit he carried. The Clan hadn't even been aware that she had been expecting, and now they were returning with three little fuzzballs. "I got a clean nest for you in my den, you can lie down once we're home. And I can shoo any nosy cats away." 04:25, February 29, 2020 (UTC)
Just having her mate there made everything feel better, like a weight had finally been lifted off of her chest. Orchidbloom had long since forgotten the pain in her joints from her little run-in with the monster, trekking after the lean jet tom and his son with a kitten in her jaws. She purred at the thought of reuniting with her clan, and she silently prayed that they would forgive her for her foolish outburst. "I hope they have good name suggestions. We're going to have our paws full- I didn't expect this many." Thieving Ferret 02:12, April 5, 2020 (UTC)
Creekstar had not been expecting as many kits either, he felt so lucky to have them. He would do everything in his power to be a good father and keep them safe. He purred. "I'm sure they will. Once you're settled in and rested we can come up with some nice names." He padded beside Orchidbloom with Nightshade trailing behind to let them ahead, and he pushed his way through the camp entrance. They were greeted with surprised, relieved, and cheerful mews from RockClan welcoming Orchidbloom home. Most of the Clan was aware of the kits already, but they were shocked to see the three cats carrying the little fuzzballs into the leader's den. 00:17, May 18, 2020 (UTC)
The exhaused queen purred softly as she beelined for the leader's den with Creekstar, while Fennelpaw curiously poked her head out of the apprentice's den. The tiny mottled feline had to stretch her neck to peer over her significantly taller clanmates, and for a moment, she felt a small bead of jealousy form in her chest. She had been Orchidbloom's adopted daughter, since her biological had joined StarClan several moons back. Now, she was being replaced, right? No. Fennelpaw forced the envious conceptions from her mind. No...it's not replacement. It's only an expansion of family, a new addition. I have to be a big sister now. Not to mention, they were like a cute trio of cute beans. She had to see them!
The thin apprentice weaved through her clanmates to rush to the leader's den, hoping that she wasn't exactly intruding. Orchidbloom had rested herself in the nest while she curled herself around the three little furballs, a light of a sort of tranquil endearment in her eyes. Fennelpaw continued to scoot closer to the queen, her pastel eyes round. "They're so small...look, that black one! The littlest one! He's like a tiny Creekstar." Silverwhisker (talk) 23:20, May 22, 2020 (UTC)
"Aren't they adorable?" Creekstar purred, brightening even more now that Fennelpaw had joined them. He had his mate, three new born kits, his daughter, and his son, who stood by the den entrance telling their Clanmates to shut up and let them have a moment to breathe. He felt so at peace in the warm, cozy den with his family. They were all safe and here together. Despite his happiness, he was aware of the lack of presence of his other kits and mate who had been lost. He wished they could be there. He hoped they didn't think he had replaced them. They were one of a kind cats and could never be replaced. They're watching, safe in StarClan. If you can hear me, know I still love you all and I hope you are at peace. He could have sworn for a heartbeat he caught a whiff of their scents in the den and faint purrs. It made him feel comforted and he nuzzled the three kits, giving them a better look.
Two she-cats and a tom... Fennelpaw was right, the tom looked just like him. The same jet-black coat, he was even tiny, just like Creekstar had been as a kit. He was a handsome little guy. One of the she-cats was a blue tabby, sharing the stripes of her mother. A beautiful daughter. And then the third kit... his eyes widened a bit. She had the same gray speckled pelt of his sister, Talonfang, who he had a complicated history with. The only difference, this kit had a shorter pelt and white splashes. It made his heart feel heavy as memories of his sister poured into his head. He pushed them away. You're not Talonfang, he thought, nuzzling her fondly and she let out a high-pitched mewl in response. You are your own special cat.
Talonfang had been a broken soul who had lived a hard life, leading her to turn into a paranoid and bitter cat who murdered for power. Even her almost sounded evil. His daughter was not Talonfang and he never wanted her to have to go through the pain she had. You should have a peaceful name, he thought as he gazed at his daughter. Nothing like Talonfang. "Dovekit..." 00:47, May 31, 2020 (UTC)
Orchidbloom basked in the comfort of love and peace that could be felt across the den between family and lover. The queen rested her head sleepily on her paws as she watched contentedly as her mate familiarized himself with each individual kit, although she noticed that he paused as his gaze settled on the freckled kitten. There was a flash of nostalgia in his platinum gaze, one that piqued her interest for a heartbeat before she decided that it was best to not ask. "That's a lovely name," she finally murmured after Creekstar gifted their daughter a name. She then turned her attention to Fennelpaw, who seemed to be practically oozing with excitement, based on how she as incapable of sitting still.
"...You should name the little guy 'Tinykit'." The bicolored mottled apprentice chimed, evidently hopeful that the pair would pick her suggestion for the only tom of the litter. Orchidbloom couldn't resist twitching her whiskers in amusement at Fennelpaw's enthusiasm, and secretly admitted that the name was quite adorable.
"Tinykit is perfect." The deputy agreed in a silky voice before raising her head to look at the last kitten, the one most similar to herself. After so many moons of suffering...good has finally come into my burdened life. She thought to herself before a small smile graced her lips. "Sunnykit." Orchidbloom decided at last, affectionately curling her tail around the three sleepy furballs whose down-covered coats had finally dried. "After all those warm memories Creekstar has given me." Silverwhisker (talk) 16:39, May 31, 2020 (UTC)
Creekstar purred happily. "Dovekit, Tinykit, and Sunnykit. They're perfect names." He looked forward to the future where they would begin exploring camp and training to become warriors. He would be the best father he could for the little furballs. 00:03, July 20, 2020 (UTC)