RockClan/Roleplay/ Archive 61

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Mothshade looked at the bicolored tomcat, her frost-hued eyes searching his features. "You barely know me." She replied but in a slightly nicer tone. Her tail twitching at the thought that someone actually cared about her feelings. Nightshade certainly didn't or that's what it felt like. The creamt-white queen looked at him assessing his reaction to her statement.
Fernsnow lifted a paw, as though to comfort Creekdew but she truly didn't know how. She didn't know how many nights she'd ached to join him at the border again, she was lucky she had survived. She bowed her head, almost in sorrow at his response. Her own sorrow feeling her chest as he spoke.
Cinnamonstrike slipped through the trees, the tortie she-cat bouncing from rock to rock across the stream. She was always getting more curious by the day, wanting to explore farther than just beyond RockClan or any of the Clans. She spotted Codfin not to far ahead eyeing the borders as though he was timing what time he'd dart across. {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 07:58, March 17, 2019 (UTC)
Smokemask promptly ignored Fennelpaw, she didn't understand and never would the inner workings of his mind, the eternal confliction between his civilized domestic side and the wild blood in his veins. "Trespassing upon clan territory causes means to hold strong and defensive, after all, you could be a rogue scout trying to collect information for an organised attack." The tom narrowed his sunset orange orbs, shifting himself so his large form blocked Fennelpaw from view. He was strongly possessive of the molly, and the healing scratch across her cheek was a sign of that. He needed her, to possess her and own her, a worthy female that would be the only one who could give him strong kits. It was for the good of the clan, after all, strong kits would become unbeatable warriors that would protect their borders with tooth and claw. He purred in delight at the thought of it.
Softfeather relaxed around the young apprentices, her guard settling when she saw the signal from Creekstar. Curiously, the two apprentices peaked from the squirrel tail of Softfeather, ears perked curiously toward the strangers.
Immediately Hollytuft bounced back when Creekstar showed his acceptance of the intruders' presence. Birchface close to her side, as her visionaries remained narrowed, pelt prickling with discontent. Unlike her clan mates who showed the suffering of Leaf-bare, her belly had remained slightly swollen, which was starting to raise suspicions among her fellow clan mates, especially experienced queens. Some even rumored that she and Birchface were secretly mates, despite the fact Hollytuft certainly did not hold romantic attachment to her tom sidekick.
Moontail and Stormshade packed off, but the smoke tom still held a defensive position near his mate, distrust blazing in his eyes. Ushering his delicate molly away, the tom always kept an ear in the direction of his leader, fiercely loyal and prepared to protect the tom if required.
Lioncloud purred in delight as she watched the small kittens knead at their mother's belly. She had spent lots of quality time within the nursery, keeping a close eye on her brother's mate and litter. One of which held her heart was a tiny, fragile she-kit named Honeykit, whose pale green eyes held a certain warmth within them. The warrior rose to her paws, and gave Snapdragon a warm lick on her forehead, before exiting the nursery.
Honeykit blinked as she watched her aunt leave, mewling in discontent. "Mama, why can't Lioncloud stay?" She questioned innocently, stumbling back to the warmth of Snapdragon, her large eyes full of naivety to the world around her. All she knew was inside of the nursery.
During their time in StarClan, the duo had watched the events with keen eyes, their heartbreaking with each betrayal, and their spirits singing with each victory. Although they lost most of their knowledge from their time in StarClan, one thing remained within them and that was their pride for their adopted kit. Although they weren't given life once more for Creekstar, Frostshine ferociously demanded that they returned to RockClan, and continue to watch over the tom who clawed his way to the top and earned such love from his clan. Frostshine padded toward her tom, her amused visionaries momentarily lingering on the retreating kit who held the courage of LionClan, before returning her focus to Creekstar. "Thank StarClan." She mewed at the irony of those words, her green visionaries blinking.
Duskpaw crouched low, his eyes holding bewilderment at all that was going on. Quickly, he rose to his paws and skittered past Creekstar, hiding behind the leader with large eyes of concern. The hostility he was welcomed with shook the naive apprentice, who still held behaviours of a foolish kit.
Parsleyheart was sleeping in the warrior's den when the commotion awoken her. Rising to her paws, the warrior yawned as she exited the den, her mismatched gaze holding confusion as she blinked away sleep.
Mother of Ferrets 01:22, March 18, 2019 (UTC)
Creekdew drew back, but then stopped. "What are you...Are you going to come back to the Clans?" he asked her. He didn't know what everything would be like for the two of them going forward. How could they go back to having a relationship, like nothing had ever happened, when it had been so long? But--maybe....maybe they could try. Maybe.
Runngstrike shook away his thoughts of his sister the best he could. "Yeah, we should," he said, he remembered many times, as an apprentice, he'd gone to play by the Tallrock, weather he was allowed or wasn't. "We used to go down there a lot, didn't we?" WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 05:18, March 19, 2019 (UTC)
"I--I have to. I have a daughter there." She replied with a sad look on her face. She ached to be curl3d up beside him but her daughter came first. She had already lost her son that had come here with her.
Moonflower slipped through the undergrowth, the queen was wearing down weary - Skye followed behind her loyally, genuinely worried for his exhausted mother. "M--Mother you shohld rest." {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:Minkclaw/Sig}} 06:30, March 19, 2019 (UTC)
Creekstar lightly patted Duskpaw reassuringly with his tail. His daze was beginning to fade and he became acutely aware that half the Clan had their eyes on them. He beckoned Frostshine and Sharptalon toward his den. "We can speak privately in my den," he said, glancing around at his Clanmates. "Continue your usual duties," he meowed, before slipping beneath the rock that made up his den (idr what his den even is lets just say its a rock). Inside was a spacious cave, plenty of room for the three cats.
Windstorm relaxed a bit, but his fur remained spiked and his eyes locked on the new cats, following their every move. Of course he trusted Creekstar, but well, what if he was wrong about these cats. He snorted distrustfully and plopped down in front of the nursery, momentarily breaking his amber gaze from the newcomers to give Brackenkit a scowl as he passed by into the nursery.
Brackenkit huffed once he was in the nursery. "It's not fair. I was trying to protect the Clan. Isn't that what a warrior does?" Or was he wrong and did he act too recklessly? He glanced over his shoulder at the two cats with a sheepish look. Had he just made a fool of himself in front of the entire Clan?
Lavenderpaw's pale sympathetic eyes followed Brackenkit as he disappeared into his den, although she couldn't help letting out a mrrow of amusement. Her eyes landed back to the new cats and she eyed them curiously, absently checking their pelts for any injuries.
Ashstorm bounded into camp, in his mouth was a rabbit and he dropped it in surprise when he saw the strange cats. *Oh look old people!*
Stoatscar nodded. "Tallrock was one of my favorite spots mess around." She scrambled upon a boulder as the group began to arch upwards, breathing in the breeze that buffeted her face. A musky scent filled her nose, and she pricked her ears. "I smell deer!" she called down to her mate. She hadn't seen deer around in ages, how exciting! Although, mixed with the scent of deer was another harsh smell - almost a mix of thunderpath and metal. An odd scent, one she hadn't encountered before. But the smell was faint and distant, so she assumed nothing off it. "We should go find them!"
Snapdragon purred, giving her daughters head a gentle lick. "Lioncloud is a warrior. Her duty is to serve the Clan by bringing back prey and patrolling our borders. She keeps us safe." Stonekit tipped his head back with awe, his blue eyes large. "I want to be a warrior!" he squeaked. "Do you think I could be Lioncloud's apprentice?" he asked, suddenly appearing anxious. "Am I good enough?"
"We're Clanmates and we walk beside each other. No you well or not, I will always be here to stand beside you," Hazelriver answered, suddenly very serious and sincere. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 02:53, March 26, 2019 (UTC)
Mothshade scowled at Hazelriver. "You know how cheesy that sounds? Cheesy enough that my own 'father' broke that word." She snapped irratably.
Pink-Eyes shifted, staring at Grassclaw before he very cautiously moved to nudge her a bit. "Hey, it'll be okay. I promise." {{SUBST:Nosubst|User:InuKago/Sig}} 03:04, March 26, 2019 (UTC)
Hazelriver purred. "I'm a cheesy cat, I guess." He went back to being more serious. "I've lost and been through a lot. I've vowed to be a loyal warrior to my Clan and Clanmates, and I would never let anything bad happen to them. I don't want them to suffer or be lost like the cats I once knew." With a pang, he thought of Whiskerclaw. He was such an oddball, but he was like a father to him. He was there for Hazelriver when no one else was. He remembered Whiskerclaw's last few days on the earth and shuddered, seeing the agony in the spotted tom's golden eyes. He pushed the memories away, beginning to feel a wave of anxiety from them. He lost him and his mother, and was separated from everyone he knew. DawnClan was gone, but he had found his place in RockClan and would die for his Clanmates. He really would remain loyal and supportiveunless they were being really stupid until his last breath.
Grassclaw leaned against Pink-Eyes, finding comfort in the warmth of his pelt. "I hope so," she sighed. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 03:27, March 26, 2019 (UTC)
Runningstrike hesitated. He'd heard stories of other cats getting killed by deer, if the animals got scared and ran them over. Still, it was probably just stuff elders used to terrify kits. "Yeah, alright." he said, "We should." WolfblazeWarriorOfWindClan (talk) 01:50, March 30, 2019 (UTC)
Pink-Eyes smiled, nudging her gently. His tongue laping gently over the top of her head. It seemed to be a bit of a gentle touch towards her.
Fernsnow lashed her tail slightly, looking at Creekdew. "We could meet again?" She suggested.
Mothshade looked at him, sitting down with a huff. She could already tell she'd got some weight to her form. She shrugged, unsure what to say. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 02:00, March 30, 2019 (UTC)

Stoatscar jumped down from the rock and skipped excitedly toward the scent. "We should try catching one! Just *imagine* how long the Clan could go without food if we did!" She spotted some of the brown animals grazing, closer to the bottom of the Tallstone.
Grassclaw nuzzled Pink-Eyes, appreciating his presence. "So how are things in RockClan?" she asked, looking up at him with her large amber eyes.
Hazelriver blinked at Mothshade. "When do you plan on moving to the nursery?" he asked curiously. "Whenever you decide to, I could get you a nest together." —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 02:36, March 30, 2019 (UTC)
"Come along, Autumnpaw and Dawnpaw." Mewed Softfeather as she rose to her paws, her ears flicking as she eyed the strangers who appeared to be kindred to Creekstar. Although shaken, the two apprentices were guided to a temporary nest where the apprentices would be sleeping until their den was cleared out and rebuilt. Stretching out her back, Softfeather released a shaky breath as her blue visionaries sought out comfort, which was answered by a retreating Hollytuft who kept her gaze upon the ground, stress eating at her as she brushed her pelt along the coat of Softfeather, the stressed mollies soon settling down to share tongues, venting out their emotion.
Birchface dug his claws into the earth, gritting his teeth in frustration. As a young naive tom, he had been taken into a clowder of rogues who terrorised the clans on a semi-regular basis, and after he jumped sides seeing the wrong in his past alliance, he never managed to fully understand the concept of the clan life and rules. As a rogue, they didn't let anyone idly stroll into their territory without consequence, so seeing the accepted arrival of two cats that appeared to be strangers to most the clan bewildered and therefore confused and frustrated the tom. Shaking his head, he padded off to cool off and recollect himself after the stressful situation.
Honeykit curiously glanced toward Stonekit and purred comfortingly to her brother, though her vocals were rough and squeaky due to her being in the developing age. She returned her fascinated gaze to Snapdragon, wiggling in innocent excitement. "When can we become warriors?" She chirped.
Frostshine bowed her head and followed her adopted kit into the den his status gave him. Her eyes flicked over her shoulder at the clan, warmth filling her soul as she recognised her home despite all the changes. Refocusing upon Creekstar, the molly sat down politely, her tail neatly laid over her paws. "They love you." She mused, glancing over her tom with pride. He was a great leader.
Sharptalon shook out his ashen coat, his large paws remaining firm as he waited until Frostshine was settled safely within the den. He felt eyes upon him, but the most prominent were the bewildered green orbs of Duskpaw who stared up at the tom, his neck craned back to the point it apepared severely uncomfortable. The tom chuckled warmly, flicking his plumed tail as he eyed the young apprentice. "Careful of flies, young one." The senior cat spoke with a warm, baritone tone. Sauntering past the light grey apprentice, the tom ducked into the den and headed toward his mate, those calculating amber visionaries accessing the den.
Parsleyheart blinked in confusion, padding quickly toward Moontail who appeared slightly distressed despite Stormshade's best attempts to settle her. Parsleyheart rubbed her cheek against Moontail's, those mismatched visionaries seeking hers as she whispered comfort to the stressed feline, who didn't handle the stress and tension of the situation well. Mother of Ferrets 02:49, April 9, 2019 (UTC)

Stonekit plopped beside his sister, gazing up at Snapdragon with huge blue eyes. Snapdragon let out a loving purr and nuzzled both kits on their heads. "Not for a long while, I'm afraid. You're hardly even a moon old yet!"
Brackenkit overheard Snapdragon and her kits. He peeped his head over the nest to look at them. He was still so surprised with how much smaller they were than him. "You can't become a warrior until you've trained as an apprentice. You become an apprentice once you've turned six moons," he mewed, proudly puffing out his chest as he educated the young kits. "I'm nearing my sixth moon, it'll be great! It seems like it takes forever, but you'll be surprised how fast time seems to go by." He blinked excitedly as a thought struck him. "I could even teach you some battle moves sometime!" Snapdragon gave him a warning glance, and Brackenkit quickly added, "If your mothers all right with that, of course."
"Yes," Creekstar purred quietly as he thought of his loyal Clanmates who were willing to fight for him. Back when he was a young warrior, he never could have imagined having the support of his Clan like he did now. No one trusted him at that point in time, they would have rather he'd be exiled than be in the Clan. He didn't even have the support of his foster parents. "Things have changed since you were last here." He eyed them curiously. "You were given another chance, yes? Like me and Stoneblaze..." An image of his former mate appeared in his mind, but he pushed it away. "How are you?" —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 23:55, May 7, 2019 (UTC)
Rainstorm had put off moving into the nursery for as long as possible, and was thankful that she finally did. Really, she hoped the day would never come, as she feared what Orchidbloom's reaction would be, should she discover the father behind the litter. She had prayed to StarClan countless times that the kittens wouldn't resemble him in the slightest, but alas, things weren't in her favor. In the silence of the nursery with the frail Risingsun assisting her, Rainstorm welcomed two sons into the world: Rosekit and Lightningkit.
And they looked just like *him*.
Orchidbloom had made it her duty to welcome the newest lives into RockClan. Unbeknownst to her clanmates (aside from Creekstar and Risingsun), she was also eager to greet the newest kittens because she knew that her own litter would be sharing the nursery with them. "Creekstar?" The gray tabby, still recovering from her wounds from the ambush, called to the tom enthusiastically without seeking him out. She was already on her way to the nursery, no time to waste! Rainstorm would need her sleep. "Come see the new kittens with me-"**Thieving Ferret** 01:11, July 1, 2019 (UTC)
(Creekstar can split so he can be in two places at once) Creekstar had waited with his Clanmates as the newest additions were delivered into the Clan. He was excited to meet them, kits were always exciting! His and Orcidbloom's would be arriving at some point... he had faith that they would be born safe and healthy, despite his other worries.
He hurried after Orcidbloom after Rainstorm was finally done kitting. He slipped into the den and was, as he always was when he saw new kits, surprised by how tiny and defenseless they were. "Welcome to RockClan, kits," he purred, but the purr died in his throat when he realized who they looked like. He couldn't help saying "Oh," out loud and taking a surprised step back. They looked just like Thunderblaze... "These... these are Thunderblaze's." He blinked in shock and murmured his thought out loud. "How many other she-cats are having his kits?" —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 01:31, July 1, 2019 (UTC)
Rainstorm gritted her teeth uncomfortably, reading the shock on her leader and deputy's faces. She had hoped that they wouldn't be the first two to see them, outside of Risingsun, but once again...she wasn't so lucky. "U-Uh, yeah...they are." She pulled her legs closer to be body out of her shame, growing hot from her discomfort. Finally, she managed to look at Orchidbloom once again. "Orchidbloom, I...I'm so sorry-"
The deputy couldn't help it, really. Orchidbloom was so, so close to kitting, and it was a miracle she was able to hide it. Her constant activity hid any changes in scent, masking her with the smell of dirt and wet leaves. But her attitude from hormones...that wans't easy to hide. She snapped back and forth at even the slightest change in tone, and now, this: Thunderblaze had kittens. It sent horrible memories flooding back into Orchidbloom's mind, from those gruesome moments in the medicine cat den, to the birth of her appalling, deceased kittens. At Creekstar's words, her head shot up. "Are you implying that *our* kits are *his*, and not *yours*?!"
Orchidbloom didn't know where the rage came from, it just...arrived. As it always did, as of late. She spoke louder than she had attended, with her outrageous words thundering across camp. She stared at Creekstar with every hair on her pelt rising, stretching her legs to make her appear larger.**Thieving Ferret** 01:38, July 1, 2019 (UTC)
Rainstorm was now forgotten as Creekstar took a pace back, mouth gaping in shock. "Wha- Orchidbloom, no! T-That's not at all what I meant!" he stammered with his shock and discomfort. He took a few hesitent steps back, his eyes round. He found an angry Orchidbloom scarier than a badger, and now he just wanted to hide until she calmed down. "Y-you know that's not what I meant." —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 01:48, July 1, 2019 (UTC)
"I would *die* for you, Creekstar, and then you say *that*. I-I cared for and trusted you more than *any* cat I've ever known, doesn't that mean anything to you?!" Ears pinned out of feeling offended, the gray tabby stepped back towards the nursery's exit, her eyes burning into Creekstar's dark figure. "So now how do I know that you're not anything like *him*, just using me? I'm not going through that again, I've gone through enough suffering!"
With those final words, the expecting Orchidbloom turned and bolted out of camp at her top speed, without hesitating to look back. The unanticipated anger that had arose so suddenly drove her forward, making her blood boil and her mind think things over and over. She feared suffering through such a traumatic time again, and so, she fled.**Thieving Ferret** 01:59, July 1, 2019 (UTC)
Creekstar stood frozen, horrified she would consider such a thing. He loved Orchidbloom so much... He would never do anything to hurt her. After he recovered, he left the nursery and found she was already long gone. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 02:21, July 1, 2019 (UTC)
She wasn't paying attention as to where her paws were leading her, she just...went. She was so wrapped up in her own angry throughts that she carelessly passed over the old thunder path, recalling that sightings of rumbling monsters were rare. However, today was not Orchidbloom's day. Before she could even react, a roaring monster raced down the thunder path and struck her in the rear before she could fully avoid the vehicle. Screeching in surprise, she found the force effortlessly tossing her into the ditch like a ragdoll.
For several moments, Orchidbloom blacked out. Everything came to her at once- the sudden rage, the guilt over what she had said to Creekstar, the fear for her kits, and then the monster. It became so overwhelming that she just felt like she...disappeared from reality. When she awoke, nothing was ok. Pain seared in the back of her legs, and the deputy didn't know where she was. The scent of RockClan was very, very faint- like she was at the edge of the territory. And now, a cold drizzle was starting to come down.
*What have I done? Oh, StarClan...* Staggering to her paws, Orchidbloom drug herself away from the ditch in search of shelter. She had never felt so awful- phsyically and emotionally.**Thieving Ferret** 02:27, July 1, 2019 (UTC)
"We need to find Orchidbloom," Creekstar said aloud. She obviously wasn't thinking clearly right now... what if she got hurt? He beckoned with his tail to no cats in particular to join him, and as he slipped through the entrance, he didn't bother looking back to see if anyone followed. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 16:28, July 1, 2019 (UTC)
Hawthornpaw felt relatively concerned upon hearing Creekstar briefly mentioning needing to "find Orchidbloom". The molly had raised him, and that gave him every right to moderately care about her. However, he swallowed his feelings. Never knew where that rotten Pumpkinpaw might be, skulking in the shadows and waiting for him to appear weak...
The expecting RockClan she-cat eventually found a suitable form of shelter, something that would at least hide her from the precipitation. Orchidbloom situated herself underneath what was kinda-sorta-not-really similar to a mini cave. More or less, she was resting underneath a grassy ledge.**Thieving Ferret** 21:25, July 1, 2019 (UTC)
Pumpkinpaw, who'd been sitting in a cluster of Clanmates, rose to her paws to follow Creekstar. She had heard Orchidbloom's yowling then saw her bolt out of camp. *I wonder who put ants in her fur... also, she's expecting kits?* Hmmm... future minions to do her bidding and attack Hawthornpaw under her command. *I'm gonna like these kids,* she grinned at the thought, then glared suspiciously at her brother. "I bet *I'll* find Orchidbloom before you."
Ashstorm frowned when Creekstar left camp. Orchidbloom was like his mother and mentor. If she was lost, he had to help find her.
Creekstar meanwhile followed his mates scent out of camp, desperately hoping she was all right. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 22:04, July 1, 2019 (UTC)
She didn't know *how* long it had been, but she was regretting every moment of leaving her camp. Orchidbloom had spent a few days attempting to understand her surroundings, locate where she was in RockClan's territory, but nothing smelled of them. She was lost, and even though she was capable of hunting herself, StarClan knew how long the deputy would be able to defend herself in this state. Something felt off, and it was really, really concerning her. Regardless, Orchidbloom refused to leave her shelter today, her instincts told her to not even think of trying.**Thieving Ferret** 01:25, September 13, 2019 (UTC)
Creekstar had been out searching for Orchidbloom constantly since her disappearance. He was exhausted and distraught, hardly taking a moment to eat or rest. The day she bolted from camp, they had followed her scent, but lost it soon after it began to rain, washing her scent away.
He *had* to find her. This was the most important thing in the world, nothing mattered except finding his mate. *It's my fault she's gone,*, the thought repeated in his head. He should have chosen his words more wisely when they saw Rainstorm's kits, but he had let his mouth run without a thought. What if she had died? It would be all of his fault. Creekstar bottled those thoughts up as he padded gloomily along a worn down rabbit track, keeping his eyes and ears alert, with his jaws parted, allowing the heather and rain scented breeze to pass over his senses, hoping to catch any trace of Orchidbloom, but there was nothing. He *had* to believe she was okay and safe. *She's out there. She can't be gone.* They *can't be gone. I'll find them. I have to.*
Nightshade padded alongside his father, his senses alert for RockClan's deputy. He was determined to help Creekstar find her. Orchidbloom was a respectable and loyal cat, one of the greatest in the Clan, in the young toms opinion. It would be a huge loss if they never found her... on top of that, she was his father's mate. Creekstar had struggled so much after Stoneblaze, and it seemed as though the life had been drained from him, like it wasn't worth trying anymore, but somehow, Orchidbloom had found that life, revived it and saved him. Nightshade hadn't seen Creekstar as happy as he had been recently in moons, now that Orchidbloom was by his side. And then there was that... sudden announcement of kits before she had bolted from camp. Creekstar didn't deserve to suffer the loss of another family. Orchidbloom didn't deserve any harm, and Nightshade's soon to be brothers and sisters deserved their chance at life. *If anything hurts them I'll... I'll destroy whatever hurt them!!* he thought furiously as he walked. He noticed Creekstar looking even more tired and low-spirited than ever and butted his head to his father's cheek. "We'll find her, I know we will," he promised, determination edging his voice. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 22:44, September 13, 2019 (UTC)
They were expected, yet unexpected all the same. The pain was intense, but the fear of losing them had drowned out any physical suffering the she-cat had to endure. She had dreamed, prayed to StarClan even, that Creekstar would be by her side in these terrifying moments, but he wasn't there because *she* had been a fool. Images of her stillborns flashed in the back of her mind, causing Orchidbloom to fear for the worst (especially without Risingsun to guide her). Yet in the end, they were all there and all alive: three little warm furballs.
It was one of the worst times of her life, yet at the same time, the absolute best.
They were *alive*, breathing and living kittens created by herself and Creekstar. Which meant she had to do anything and everything in her power to ensure their survival, guarantee that all of them got to meet their father. She was yet to name any of them yet, however, each of them was unique. A daughter equivilant to snow falling in the smoke of a fire, another daughter like Orchidbloom herself, and finally a son that looked like every bit of his father, so much that it made the deputy's heart ache. *We will survive, I promise.*
**Thieving Ferret** 22:55, September 13, 2019 (UTC)