i'm going to die today. ]] open, birthing

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  • #witheredrose
    [justify][size=8]Witheredrose stared at her sister, horrorstruck. She remembered when she had given birth. Only three of her litter or four had ever breathed. One of the surviving three drowned soon after. Koda had been carried away by an eagle to the territory of RushingClan as it went by then. Her motherhood had been a mess.


    Glitch's would be worse.


    "I'm sure that turn out beautifully," she commented anxiously, not knowing their relation to a demon.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: -4px; opacity: 0.70;]GLITCHMOB[/fancypost]


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]The fem, who was an alabaster color at the moment, shook her head. "No one can help me." Glitchmob took in a deep breath and exhaled. She couldn't feel any physical pain, just mental. The poppy seeds were to numb everything, so she could pass easily. The wildcat took the stick into her mouth and clenched it, hearing it split.


    Before she knew it she had already given birth to two kits. Two more heartbeats, I hear two more. The hybrid looked down at the demons, her mouth agape. "U-uh.. Wolfsbane.. and Tansy," she croaked, naming two of the children.
    Glitch was losing a lot of blood, too much blood. I'm going to die soon and there's nothing I can do, nothing anyone can do. The feline's breaths quickened, her body shook harder. They are going to kill many, I will be responsible. Why was this happening so quickly, she just wanted more time!
    Time to think, time to love, time to live. She didn't want to die yet, she didn't want these kits to kill.


    Another kit came, more blood this time. "Your name is.. Castor," she was getting weaker and weaker, she barely had the strength to stay awake before she was kitting and now she was barely aware of everything around her.
    Glitchmob. Who was talking to her? The deformed medicine cat turned her head around to see. All the colors were fading, the corners of her vision were turning black. But she saw no one.
    Glitchmob. A male voice, higher pitched and familiar. The WindClanner looked up, the sky seemed to be dripping foul and acidic colors, like everything was merging into one ugly hue.
    Glitch. She turned her head to the left and saw it, her father, mother, and sister. They all had a sympathetic look on their faces. The seven moon old opened her mouth to cry out to them, but she was too exhausted.
    One last kit, a girl. All these kits looked the same, they had the build of a cat (but a little bigger) and had a pelt similar to hers. "Rose.." her voice was quiet, a raspy whisper. ".. mary."
    Come on. Sheepherder spoke to her, as if beckoning her to join them. Glitchmob couldn't speak, but she needed to say one last thing. She hoped he could read her thoughts. Father give me strength, please. I need to say one last thing. The long-furred black male dipped his head, Of course.
    Suddenly it felt as if she had just awoken from a bad dream, a bit tired but adrenaline pumping through her veins. There were still no colors around her, everything had gone black, but she knew she was still alive. She could feel it. "Tell them I died after giving birth to them.. take them to Alaskanstar." Glitch could feel the energy draining from her. "Tell WindClan I died, please."


    Sheepherder pressed a paw to her shoulder, and the funny thing was she felt it.
    She was in StarClan now.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=none; border: 0px solid; text-align:justify; padding: 10px; width: 340px; font-size: 9px;]IC: Oceanstride lowered her head and murmured, "May Starclan light your path."


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  • #witheredrose
    [justify][size=8]Her green eyes shone. But it was not in happiness. They were full of despair, filled to the brim with tears. Filled with memories of her baby sister.


    She remembered the stutter that little Glitchkit once spoke in. Her delicate voice. Her kinked tail. Witheredrose missed her so much. It appeared that so much had happened over in WindClan. All that time, she hadn't spoken to the marlot at all.


    "I'll miss you. Tell Mama and Sheepherder that I miss them, too." She pressed herself up to the silent body of the medicine cat, beginning to cry.

  • "*..." he whispered and approached her closer. He frowned and looked around. "I'll tell Windclan now..." he barked and ran off. For now the kits had to stay, he'll take them home later.

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20pt; letter-spacing: -4px; opacity: 0.70;]GLITCHMOB[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 4px; width: 320px; margin-top: -10pt;]WE CAN MAKE THE WORLD STOP
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    Audible cries flocked the small and light mahogany colored child, with his kinked tail and barely even open optics. But then, his cries stopped and stilled for a few minutes in time before continuing once more. It was an odd experience indeed for the child, but nevertheless the once innocent soul was growing up to be a more demonic and arrogant one quickly. Wolfsbane was then born, with his brown almost black gaze and lightly mahogany colored fur. His body or fur was covered in milky black spots alike to the color of a raven. The tail of the young fellow was crooked and kinked, yet no torn pieces or smudges were on the old thing.[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0px; width: 345px; height: 25px; margin-top: 25px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;][color=black][size=8][b]AND THE WALLS KEPT TUMBLING DOWN IN THE CITY THAT WE LOVED
    [align=center][font=georgia][size=6pt]TEMPLATE (c) SYLVER

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    OOC: OK[/fancypost]
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    Oh my. This was WindClan's medicine cat, correct? And she lay here, dead after giving birth to four wonderful kits. Would they die as well, like her own brothers? Even though she never got the chance to know them, the calico still missed her dead siblings. Where were they now? Being born loners they most likely wouldn't be in StarClan. Was there a place where loner cats went when they died? Or did they simply vanish into thin air?

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    [b]1 power * eurasian lynx * moderate * attack in purple * other

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    [size=9pt][font=georgia]Not once had she lost a birthing. The lynx crouched at her side, optics softening. There was nothing she could've done, right? This.. wasn't her fault? She closed her eyes and muttered a prayer for safe travels. She would then busy herself with trying to lick the kits' fur backwards and warm them up, one at a time.



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    [font=georgia][b][color=aliceblue]15 months * female * npc + npc * ✔ injury * ✘ kill * ✘ capture
    word count (000)


    [font=georgia][color=#121212] #sleenkytemplate #lucylu #RCactivitylu

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  • It must stink for Lucy. As the medicine cat approached, a twang of sympathy developed in the apprentice's stomach. This was why she wasn't a healer, and why she may never be. "Is there anything I can do to help, Lucy?" the small apprentice asked.

  • [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 440px;]loud sobbing could suddenly be heard from windclan


    tracking ;u;

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    track


    ;-;



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  • S W I F T M O T H~~~


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    [size=13pt]~ Any L O N G E R and I W O U L D N ' T have made it~[/size]



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    IC:





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    OOC: Track since one of these kitties is gonna be responsible for torturing Swiftie and ripping half of her ear off.





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    ~It's not a W A R no, it's not a R A P T U RE ~[/size]

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    |OCEANTIDES|

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    don’t panic, no, not yet. i know i’m the one you want to forget.

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    the owl wheeled back in time to see the marlot die. she stiffened at the mention of alaskanstar, but said nothing on it. "resquiescant in pace." she murmured to the marlot. she'd said that too many times recently. too many cats were dying, and some weren't even part of her clan! she wanted to say that there was no way she was going back to windclan, but oak was already heading out. sighing, she flapped clumsily away. it reminded her too much of; well, too much of everything.
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    [size=9px]oceantides. riverclan. {spy} warrior. female. 19 moons. G1. multiple possessions, the sight. maltese tigress {main}, frisian horse, snowy owl.
    very difficult. no kill. no permanent injure. no capture. can scar.[/size]
    [size=4px] #oceanblues
    #LOTOwillbehereshortly [/size]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]NEWBORN - FEMALE - WINDCLAN - KIT
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][sub]not one sound slipped past the newborn's thin lips as it snaked towards it's mother, lengthy and bony legs dragging along the ground at a slow pace. it seemed as if the female was in no apparent rush to seek out the nourishment and warmth that she very much needed from her, now dead, mother. the chocolate colored feline's head hung at an awkward angle as she curled into a tight ball near her siblings.
    (mobile + i suck at playing newborns)


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    Sparkpaw




    [size=2pt](c) вℓα¢к вℓσσ∂є∂ ωєαρση[/size]




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    Sparkpaw wasn't sure what was going on as he stumbled across the sounds of voices and possibly faint shrieks or something. Frowning, his gaze flicked towards the ring of cats and he tried seeing through the tangle of legs and paws, though didn't go any farther, in fear he would just get in the way, he did scent the distinct and horrifying stench of death.




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    [align=center][color=#FE2E2E]☼ RiverClan ☼ Easy ☼ No Kill ☼ No Capture ☼ No Injuries ☼ Ability to change pelt color ☼

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    #RCactivitysparkpaw

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt gray; margin-top: -13px; letter-spacing: 1px;] [size=22pt]ROSEMARY[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;] WINDCLAN — KIT — HOVER FOR TAGS[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]Ah, the last born. The world was cold, and dark. But, she enjoyed it, unlike a regular child. But part of her wished to see the light. Feel the warmth, but it was far behind many layers of darkness. Though, now was not the time to think of this.


    The femme pushed attempted to push herself alongside her own brother and sister. Not making any sound after noting the death of their mother.


    / dittos point, ugh.


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    [align=center][sub][color=#d2d2d2]TEMPLATE © DISASTEROLOGY

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    //mobile


    Darkness. The reassuring ebony of his mother's womb, protecting the unborn child from the outside world was all this little creature had ever been aware of, but as he slipped into life, engulfing his first taste of oxygen, his first taste of this world, Castor released a hearty screetch- more than to be expected from a newborn so tiny. And it was not that of a pleading, desperate mewl in which kittens were accustomed to releasing from their new lungs, but something more like a yelp of blind fury. Born angry. The child did not have the issue of clumsily stumbling over lanky forelegs such as his sister, but his craving for milk was just as much present as any other of his litter mates. Yet as Castor lifted his head, unopened irises gazing upon nothing, he felt something odd had happended. Crawling silently towards the figure who in which had gaze birth to him, Castor somewhat nudged the now gone female slightly with his frail head. He then followed thyme'a lead, warily curling into the still warm corpse that was once his mother. Castor nearly blended into GlitchMob out of pure sight as the young boy quite took after his female paren's beauty, though it seemed not an inch of his father's appearance lye in him. But as his other sister came, castor was pushed to the side, with a frustrated squeak, he then lye back near his siblings, yet still sleep did not find him, thus he simply sat and listened to the other around him, feeling their presence and hearing their voices.[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 0.5pt; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; text-align:centerfold; text-transform:uppercase; color: #303030; width: 330pt; margin-left: -7pt;]Silent forces that secretly ignite your sins[/fancypost][/fancypost]