DIVING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

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    mistypaw, apprentice.


    The young molly decided it was time to see Spider/ Tell him she was not going to be able to be a mother. To, well, flee. She hated this. She hatted the idea of giving a kit up. But, she was an apprentice. She knew she was not ready. She was scared. So scared. So, she set out in the early hours of the morning. Moving silently away from the camp. Her paws moving swiftly once outside. She hobbled away from the safety of home. Hoping her secret was well kept. No one bu Hollyfrost and Jewelpelt knew. She wanted it that way.


    Then, she realized it. She was near the boarder when the pain rocked her. Agony. Causing her to collapse in a heap under a tree. It happened to fast and soon, she was licking at a kit desperately. So desperately. But, it was fruitless. The little bundle of silver fur lay still. The next one, another tabby only this one was grey. Still. Tears welled in her eyes as a third kit camp. Still motionless. Although her form was more fluffy and was like Spider. Grey and black.


    At this point, she was crying. Three lifeless forms at her belly now. The last one camp and she hardly had the heart to look. But, she forced herself to do so. To look at the small form before her. He was alive. The tiny grey form was moving and she pulled him close. Licking his fur backwards to clean him. But, she knew, she was not out of the woods yet. Nether of them are.



    speaking


    Jewelpelt

    Stonekit.  


    JEWELPELT

    S♍




    Jewelpelt was really concerned for her daughter- she was PREGNANT. As Jewelpelt didn’t have any more questions, she had no idea who the father could be. She wanted to be polite and gentle. She didn’t think the choice was right, but it was made already, so what could be fixed by judging her? She was sure Mistypaw was taught by her own mistakes, but you won’t learn any other way than that. Although it was painful. But sometimes... sometimes it brought new life.

    This time, it brought both life and death. Jewelpelt was very frightened when she didn’t find Mistypaw in the apprentice den, and she wasn’t in the nursery neither. As the frost crisped under her paws, she followed the tracks of her asopted daughter and got to the border when and where she found her laying in the frost, only one from four kits alive.

    She got closer to them, and instead of Mistypaw Jewelpelt decided to curl her tail around the kit, as she normally did to comfort people. She looked up at Mistypaw, gently nudhing her head to her nose. “Don’t worry, Misty, I’m here with you. What is his name? Shouldn’t you tell the father? And afterall, who is the father? Wil you tell the clan,” slowly, with a sad but polite voice the questions slipped from her maw, as she held the kit and showed love to her kitten- not realm but StarClan knows where were her real kits now.








    The kitten stirred once touched, slowly at first, and let loose a disgruntled squeak. It was cold. He had been very warm before, but now it was cold. He stumbled blindly, searching for his mother's milk by scent alone. The sweet scent of milk was contrasted by his mother's fear-scent, but the kitten wasn't conscious enough to truly recognise this or care. Milk was his entire world.


    He didn't have a perception of time, but the time taken to finally taste the miracle of creamy milk on his tongue was too much time. With all the strength he could muster, the kitten guzzled it greedily, kneading his mother's belly in a silent demand for more liquid life.

    mistypaw, apprentice.


    The young apprentice would look up as her mother spoke. Coming to the aid of the weak molly. She watched her mother warm the kit. Then, she took in the question silently a moment. I.. I will tell him when I recover. But.. But the clan can never know. I.. Mother, will you be able to take him? She paused as she felt her son nursing softly. Ears folding back.


    Gentlekit. Frostkit. Moonkit. She flicked her tail to each kit in turn before looking to Stonekit. He, being his lovely color and the strongest of the four, will be Stonekit. She adds softly.



    speaking

    //feel free to age jump him to 2/3 months and post outside this thread <3


    JEWELPELT

    S♍



    Jewelpelt nodded. Not tell the clan? Who was the father then? She didn’t want Mistypaw to feel even worse, not with the stillborn kits by her belly. She looked down at Stonekit, drinking the milk. The next question half shocked her, half freaked her out. It could be seen on her face. “W-hat? Well, yes, I can- but do you really want to give him up?” she asked.










    mistypaw, apprentice.


    It was a hard choice and it hurt to make it. Gods did it hurt. But, if she kept him, she would have to stop her training and risk the anger of her father and Pitchstar. Something she just.. She did not want it. I do. I will always love him, but.. I am a child myself. I could never care for him the way you could. I will tell Spider they did not make it. Bury the three lost and.. And then I will go to Bloodclan to tell him the bad news. She was struggling. Her chest felt tight and she just did not want to do this.


    Yet, she knew, deep down, that she had to do it. She had no other choice. When he gets his fill, we should move him.


    speaking

    Stonekit | Darkclan | newborn | grey + amber eyes | plotting open


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    Unaware of the serious conversation his mother was having, Stonekit continued to suckle. He drank and drank, until his tiny stomach was full. Finally satisfied, he purred softly. Curling into his mother's belly, he dozed, comforted by the warmth and the fullness.


    i'll age jump him to 3 moons tomorrow :D