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    ooc. Privet to Faithpaw's kits, and Brokenpaw and Foxpaw. c:


    ic. Faithpaw helped in pain, huddling up in a small hollow. She wante to be alone in this. Hopefully she'd die. No, she didn't want her mate, or Foxpaw. Besides, Foxpaw left after her humiliated himsel by forcing her. "This is what I get for getting drunk," she groan, seizures whipping through her body. Yelping out in pain, the blue tabby took a deep breath. And within an hour or so, she eight kitten laying at her side. " Damn," she hissed. Eight of them. Damn, damn, damn. Well, of it hadn't killed her, may as well name them. But Brokenpaw had promised that he would help... But would she really wait here for days until someone found her?

    Hmm. Hopefully not. He could at least try to help, couldn't he? He was the father of half these kittens, after all.
    Foxpaw had stayed in the area after Faithpaw had chased him out. He loved her and he was willing to wait until she was ready. But they got drunk and..oops.


    The red tabby Tom was about to leap on a piece of prey when he heard the call echoe through the forests. He waited quite a while before trying to figure out where the noise came from. He sniffed his way over to the hollow.
    Seeing Faithpaw with with eight tiny kittens he struggled to keep his breathing calm. He slowly climbed in and stared at her face for a long time. "I never intended on hurting you.."
    But when he saw that half the kittens were mostly black and white, Foxpaw let out a shaky breath. "Whose are they?"

    Tje day had been so crazy already, she hardly reacted to seeing Foxpaw, only squirmed a bit. "Brokenpaw," she replied, licking the kittens. It wa clear she was giving the black and white kittens better treatment, for she actually loved their father. The blue queen looked up. [b]"Why are you hear?"

    So, when she started giving Brokenpaw's kits attention, he started licking his own. "I heard you." he replied simply. But he was screaming on the inside. Brokenpaw? Why him? If he finds out I came back, he'll tell his mother and then I'll be dead meat!

    Faithpaw snorted angrily. "Stop!" she shouted, pulling away, while the kits followed her scent of mother, warm, and milk. She never wanted these kits, but it didn't mean she was going to neglect them and act like her own mother. No, she would care for them, like a real Moter would. Even If their father was a r.pist.


    ooc. Can you post this tread in the adoption please? x]

    Faithpaw snarled. [b]"You're the one that cause these ... these things! You did hurt me, whether you wanted to or not!"

    Foxpaw's jaw clenched. "I don't believe it."

    A tiny tortie kitten let out a squeal, her tiny maw parted. Her eyes were squeezed shut, causing tiny wrinkles to form on her eyelids. Her tiny paws batted at her mother's stomach impatiently.

    "Get away from her," came the deep growl of Brokenpaw as he slowly walked into the nursery, his claws unleashed and narrowed green eyes locked on Foxpaw. "You don't belong here, or in this family."
    ---


    A small, black and white kitten was squriming weakly beside his mothers stomach, trying to find a teat. But there was something wrong with this kitten. He did not have a left paw, at all.

    Faithpaw breathed a sigh of relief as Brokenpaw padded in. "Thank StarClan," she muttered, tailtip twitched. She looked up at Brokenpaw, eyes wide. [b]"please! Get him away..."

    Foxpaw turned towards Brokenpaw, pure hate radiating off his fur. "What'd you do to her?!" spat. He turned back to Faithpaw when she told Brokenpaw to get him away. His eyes turned from anger to hurt. His green eyes showed so much pain it was heart-breaking. He picked up Magmakit and ran out of the Nursery.

    Magmakit squealed as she dangled from her father's mouth.

    "Get back here you vile thing!" Brokenpaw yowled as he spun around and raced out of the den and after Foxpaw and the kit.


    The small black and white kit let out a sqeak, confused of what was going on around him.

    Foxpaw let the tears flow, carrying Magmakit. His paws thundered against the ground. Since he had had a head start, he was infront of Brokenpaw. He ran and ran as fast as his long legs carried him. He disappeared off of HawkClan territoy.