.:Dilemmas and w{o}es:. Shadowpaths' kitting <3

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    Shadowpath snarled angrily, as the muddy furred tom cat backed away from her. He was called Claw, an almost globally feared rogue. Hisses and spits could be heard from all over WindClan territory, as the fierce leopard spotted grey she cat struck out with her paw, her sharp claws nicking Claws ear. The daft piece of fox dung can't claim me, Shadow thought. One final strike sent him hurriedly on his way, but he left knowing he now had four or five more kits awaiting him.


    Four kits needed, I will be playing Briskkit, a tiger furred she cat, with yellow eyes.
    Shadowpaths' bff needed, will pretend the kits are his to help out.
    Shadows' mother and father possibly.
    And of course, her friends.


    [color=black]Trying to get at least 100 posts here, so if you join try to be active.
    We play the life of the kits at least until they reach apprentices.
    We only timeskip the boring parts of life.

    OOC: Could I be a kit and the BFF? :P The kit will be Mistykit a dappled grey she-kit with green eyes. The BFF will be a plain light grey tom with blue eyes called Greypelt. (sorry if their similar but I guess it makes it easier to get away with if the clan saw them together) :)

    Greyfur raced towards the hissing and spitting. I hope it's not those RiverClan flea-bags! He thought aggressively as his lean, light grey body fell into a smooth speedy rhythm. The tom sensed his best friend, Shadowpath, was in trouble.

    Shadowpath jumped at a sudden movement from the bushes beside her. She relaxed when Greypelt burst through the brambles and backed her up, but she still felt jumpy.

    The smokey grey she cat looked away. "Nothing!" She replied, her wide orange eyes giving away everything.


    Ooc: forget that bit about no time skips. Can we skip to just before she starts kitting?

    Meep.


    Ic :
    Shadowpath trotted out of the nursery to the fresh-kill pile, as she hadn't been for a walk in ages. She had been pregnant for a moon and a half now, and the silvery she was getting fed up.

    IC: Greyfur trotted into camp with a dead hare in his jaws. His tail tip barely swished as he moved proudly towards the fresh-kill pile. Noticing his best she-cat friend, a pregnant queen called Shadowpath, he walked up beside her and placed his hare on the pile. Purring his grey pelt brushed her side and stroked her swollen belly gently.
    "Hey. What's up? Looking for something good to eat?" Greyfur grinned warmly with a joking tone to his voice.

    "I guess." She meowed. The grey she cat reached out with her jaws to grab a plump and juicy looking black bird when a scratch sounded above. Shadow froze, and looked up, only to find that a seagull (I.d.k) was circling camp. "Only a stupid bird." She told herself. Suddenly, a sharp pain grasped her stomach, and she collapsed to the floor with a cry.



    Shadowpath (below)

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    Greyfur snorted at the seagull. "It will soon be fresh-kill..." He murmered. Though he then wondered why someone would want to eat a foul scrawny bird such as that seagull.
    Suddenly Shadowpath cried out and collapsed onto the ground. The tom's eyes widened with shock.
    "Shadowpath?!? Are the kits coming?!" He asked her steadily.