#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.
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[sup]Tracks this because I know what's going to happen later.
/rubs hands evilly
#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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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
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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
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[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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[fancypost bgcolor=dimgray; bordercolor=dimgray; borderwidth=3px;overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 200px] OOC: Track since one of these kitties is gonna be responsible for torturing Swiftie and ripping half of her ear off. [/fancypost] |
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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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[fancypost bgcolor=#; border: hidden; height: 200px; width: 300px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -30px; overflow: auto;] [size=18px]{ic}[/size] 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. [/justify][/fancypost] |
[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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| [fancypost] Sparkpaw [size=2pt](c) вℓα¢к вℓσσ∂є∂ ωєαρση[/size]
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#RCactivitysparkpaw
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[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]