THERE BESIDE ME [open, pregnancy discovery]

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    [justify]✷ Yes, the sobbing heap of fur which lay in the corner of camp was indeed Softlight. Her petite frame was rounder then usual, and tears brimmed her honey colored eyes. She wasn't ready for this, she wasn't ready to be a mother. She hadn't even wanted these kits in the first place! It was all that stupid toms fault. She hadn't meant to stray so far. She had merely meant to pay her dear mothers grave a visit, but decided she wanted to put some nice dried flowers on the grave while she was there. How was she to know that a bloodclan her was lurking about? Tears escaped and slipped down the young warriors cheeks, and she let out a muffled sob around the paws that she had placed on her head. What the hell was she supposed to do now? How would she explain this to the clan? And how was she ever going to manage raising these kits?


    //btw just a heads up, Softlight will be a resentful mom figure until these kittens are born, so she will chew or sob your ear off if anyone mentions them at all


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    the ragdoll approached the smaller sand cat with a cautious gait. his mellow cerulean eyes were half-lidded as he looked down upon the form tremoring with wracking sobs. it was odd seeing the she crying like this. his hulking form slid into a low crouch if only to get to her level and appear less threatening as he urged her to open up.


    he made sure to keep his distance. the two of them weren't very close friends, so two was wary of initiating contact even if it was comforting. she could seek touch if she so wanted. soft was in control of this situation.


    // poor babe hh
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;font-family:verdana;width:400px;line-height:120%; text-transform:lowercase;]well well, it seemed like somebody wasn't having the best of days. the young warrior (only several moons younger than himself, nut noted) who was curled up and sobbing easily managed to attract nut's attention. he didn't quite know if his presence would be wanted, especially since he was pretty sure he had never even talked to the molly before. after a moment, noticing twoface walk up, the tom supposed it wouldn't do any harm to try. "hey, there... you doing okay?"


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    Unsure, confused, questioning, curious. The emotions came and go quickly enough as Rosepaw made his entrance, emerald green eyes locked on the crying heap of fur with a gentle look. He looks to Twoface, then Outface, a frown clear on his maw before he looks back to the newly made queen. While he didn't know it just yet, the poor girl was pregnant by a random Bloodclan passerby, and not even by a loving one, so it seemed.
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    [size=9pt]"Do you want every cat in the Clan to go deaf?"Thornfang came over. Softlight. She was a traitor, that was true, but it was clear that to some extent, she cared about him. Either that or she had saved the old tom when he had been attempting suicide to gain respect within the Clan. How much respect she hoped to gain from saving a cat that many of the Clan wanted dead was beyond him, so the first option seemed most likely. "What's going on? What happened? Tell me everything."[/size]


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    [justify]✷ Bleeding thornfangs words, she shut her mouth until she could stop the sobs, though the tears refused to stop coming. Her voice was barely more than a gasp of w a whisper as she finally spoke, her golden eyes filled with horror. "I... I'm pregnant..." she spoke shakily, and it was clear that what most would find to be good news was somehow causing her more pain than anything she'd ever done in her life. How could this happen? A sickening thought hit her. These kits that did not belong to badgerclaw would still look like the deceased tom... Oh god would starclans ever stop haunting her with his memory?


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    [fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 150%;][justify]"must you be so callous?" the mutter of a rhetoric was meant for thornfang even if the paler tom's eyes never left the distraught she in front of him. sure, thorn was nothing more than an elder who'd grown grouchy with his age, but that gave him to reason to make things more difficult for softlight. even if she had made some questionable decisions in her life, so had the older clanmate. the old male had no right to give her a hard time for that.


    his attention was given back to the crying fem. her news was shocking; she'd been so far in tears he'd almost assumed that someone else had moved on to starclan. pregnant, though? was that something to cry over? unless . . .


    twoface moved a little closer, lying on his belly to shrink his size further. it wasn't unheard of for things like this to happen, but he was still almost struck speechless by the news. "you don''t have to keep them softlight." killing the fetal kittens was an option. maybe not the happiest of choices, but if she couldn't handle being a mother because of this, he would hold nothing against her. "if you do, though, i promise you won't be alone in dealing with it all. we're here for you."


    well, some were. he wasn't too sure thornfang or snakehiss would rally behind her in helping her past it. maybe he could send the latter to track the tom that'd done this at least. or maybe not. vengeance wouldn't erase all that had happened, nor would it keep this litter from being a reality. from then on, all they could really do was wait for soft to decide what route to take.
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    [size=9pt]"She knows what I'm like - we've known each other for quite a long time,"it was a good thing Thornfang wasn't his old self, otherwise he would have been snarling at the deputy already. "Listen. Stop crying, you'll make things worse. Trust me, I've cried way too much in my life, and it's not a pleasant experience. Do you know who did it, or how it happened?"The tom was probably from outside ShadowClan, though Thornfang could never be sure as far as this Clan went. Once, he would have hated these kits, but now he was slowly beginning to understand that one couldn't control the circumstances of their birth. The elder finding out that he himself was not pure ShadowClan had been the wake up call.


    As Twoface suggested killing the kits, the old tom spoke again. "Don't kill them. It's not their fault they were born. Once, I would have agreed with the whole killing them thing, but it's unfair on both the kits and the Clan. They should at least be given a chance to prove themselves - after all, no cat is completely useless, and everybody has a purpose."[/size]


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    [justify]✷"Thornfang is right... I shouldn't cry over what has happened... The past is the past, it's not changeable. " she would say shakily, laying down in a position she could look at everyone. Her eyes were still filled with tears, but she had calmed down now. "I... I have to keep them..." she would whisper. She looked sad, but determined as well.


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    "literally everyone has a purpose around here." thebe mused to herself as she approached, a bad poke at her blindness, and her rather dull duties. it was an attempt to lighten the situation, but it had failed before the words were halfway out of her mouth and she sort of knew it.


    taking a seat, she tried to direct her gaze towards the scent of the salty tears and cast the feline a smile. not sympathetic, she knew first hand how little sympathy helped, but kind. "if you ever want to talk, i'm here - i know we don't know each other well and all. or, when they're born, if you need someone to watch them while you take a walk - well, maybe not watch, but i can round them up. kits tend to find my lack of sight... intriguing." she offered with a shrug of her shoulders, as if to say it'll be alright.

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    "I... I'm pregnant..."


    This wasn't the type of gathering the hybrid attended. He had better uses for his time then to listen to others whine or sob about their lot in life. He had every intention of stalking right past this one, a scornful curl to his lips to warn off anyone who got the notion to address him in passing.


    But Goldenlight couldn't resist the sight of Thornfang. After that long ago meeting when Raggedstar had returned and Thornfang properly denounced, he'd promised to make the old toms life hell. It was nothing less then what he deserved. But it was a promise he'd fallen short on (on account of not being in the same threads). That twist in his lips changed into a silent snarl. Eyes narrowing into pools of green fire as he turned abruptly. Making a beeline for his clanmates.


    Intent more on Thorns response then the conversation as a whole. How disappointing that the elder seemed to be in an agreeable mood. His failure had tamed him. And it irked him to know that he agreed with Thorns words. Of course Golden wasn't aware that these kits would be half-clan. Turning his hard eyes onto the expecting mother he sneered, "great StarClan they are only kits. It's not the end of your life." He shook his head, tone lightening into contempt, as if she should be well aware of the facts he spoke. "You are not a loner. You are a clan cat. And as such you have the clan to support and help you, so stop being so mouse-hearted about this."


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    [justify]✷ her gaze immediately turned cold, and in an instant she would be on her paws, teeth bared in a snarl. Every ounce of sadness had been turned into pure anger. She was channeling all the anger and felt for molar bal and aimed it at the tom now a using her of being mouse hearted. "why don't you try getting ambushed and knocked up by a bloodclan cat and see how happy you are to have kits!" she would snarl in furry, her honey hued eyes like pools of lava. Her large ears had drawn themselves back and she stared up at him, daring him to reply, or even better, to fight her. Her claws itched to give the tom a good slap upside the head.


    After a moment however, she would sit back down, this time sitting closer to thornfang. Her eyes slowly died back down to their mournful honey hue, and she let out a soft whisper that only thornfang would understand the meaning of. "I thought it was him... I thought starclan had finally forgiven us... Should have taken me.... "


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    [size=9pt]Thornfang wasn't sure what to think of Goldenlight's rudeness, and he simply gave a sigh of exasperation. He did notice how Softlight moved closer to him, and realised that she was probably feeling pretty insecure right now. It was true that the Clan was supporting her, or at least, some of them were, but how many cats were all that close to the she cat? Thornfang knew that whilst neither of them quite knew how to feel about the other, he and Softlight had known each other for a long time, and she might be putting a bit more trust than he would have expected in him now.


    "In the end, we'll deal with StarClan when we go to join them, or don't, as the case may be. It doesn't matter now. We shouldn't give up yet - you can at least try to mother these kits, right? They aren't responsible for the circumstances of their birth, I see that now. Maybe realising my own heritage was the wake up call. I might even help you every so often if I can be bothered. We can both be failures trying to set things right. All of that is as long as you really didn't mean to have those kits. But who's the father? How did it happen?"[/size]


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    Goldenlight is an older warrior of ShadowClan. He isn't doing much as of right now, simply hunting and patrolling.
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    BloodClan?


    A look of appalled disgust spread across his face, green eyes darting to her belly. Everything he'd said early he took back. Halfclan kits were a different matter entirely, especially if that other half was BloodClan.


    Unimpressed with her anger he curled his lips down at the queen, "I must revise my earlier statements. Halfclan kits are a different subject and Twoface has the right of it. Get rid of the monstrosities before they infest us like rats."[/fancypost]
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