;a new story to be written; [P invites only] Wintercloud's kitting!?

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    Wintercloud gave a sigh because she knew the red tabby was right. But for now she just wanted to enjoy the tom's company and watch over her newborn kittens. So the pure white she-cat leaned up against the tom, for one she wanted to feel his warmth, but second because she was utterly exhausted.

    `*clears throat* let's make sure I do this right!!`


    Pinewhisker licked the top of the snowy she-cat's head and lifted his own large red oneand gazed at their surrondings. It wasn't exactly a kit-safe enviroment...He wanted to tell Wintercloud they should move but when he averted his leafy gaze down to her, he couldn't. She was so tired and peaceful and he couldn't possibly disturb that...So he lay his head on the she-cat's flanks, rythmatically licking her back.

    [[I think thats exactly what Pinewhisker would have done :DD]]


    Wintercloud purred at the tom, and her gaze flicked toward the entrance, her ears perked for some reason. This was because she was checking to make sure no one else was near, well even though she was in a secluded area, well a cat could stumble upon them and probably wouldn't be happy. But thanks to her new kits, she had become more protectice now and wouldn't let anyone near her kits, except Pinewhisker, she wouldn't even let her former mate see them.

    `YAY 8D I'm glad I'm doing this right. Me doing this means a lot to Hopey..`

    Pinewhisker nudged the she-cat's cheek and smiled. "Don't worry about it. I'll watch."

    The pure white she-cat craned her neck to look back at the tom. "Are you sure?" The new queen asked as she wanted to make sure the tom wouldn't mind doing that, but she already knew the answer to that. But this protective queen wouldn't mind watching the entrance, as she knew she was protecting her newborn kits.



    [[I bet :3 you have to do all of her main charries :3 But your doing great right now so I have a feeling you will do great on the other ones as well :DD]]

    OOC: ksjheru3yiru3higefbjskf you guys are roleplaying maniacs, 2 pages already? XDD I'm here now, anyways, lol.


    Wildkit rolled around in the bedding, wrinkling her nose at an unfamiliar scent as it floated into the small cave. Who was that? Was that her daddy? Wildkit thought it would've smelled more familiar... But this felt alien to her. She wiggled away from her mother, squeaking, wanting to know what was happening. Her fur was like a white cloud, with faint dapples of peach and light chocolate where points would soon grow in.


    Meanwhile, Ashfeather was trudging through the forest, his ashy grey pelt rumpled. Where is she? Where is she? She went this way, I know it. He sniffed a fern. The scent was old, but it didn't matter. Pinewhisker and Wintercloud were gone together. Wintercloud could be kitting any day now. It was essential he found her soon. Bristling with anger, he charged after the scent trail.


    OOC: Is she off the Hawkclan territory? How far away is she from camp?

    [[She's near the very edge of the territory, where very few cats go because of all the rock faces, she is hidden a crevice between one of the rocks]]


    Wintercloud looked down at the chocolate torbie mewing francticly. The pure white she=cat, well not all pure white right now because she was covered in mud to disguise her scent. The new queen leaned over so she could gently lick Wildkits head, and then the she-cat began to purr as she seen queens do this to calm down their newborns.

    `lol and is ashfeather the father? I ish just a bit confused : / `


    Pinewhisker nodded. "It's fine. You have to be tired, get some sleep."

    [grr, i wanna bring Fallenleaf in but she's wiff her kittens. gosh. so inconvient.]


    Gracefulkit, now full of milk, rested her head down on her mother's stomach, kicking her tiny limbs out feebly.

    [[Yeah Ashfeather is the father, but she hates him because he got drunk off of catnip and mated with Fallenleaf, Pinewhisker's mate, and Wintercloud doesn't want to see him again, thats why she wasn't in camp kitting.]]



    Wintercloud couldn't help be flooded with love for the tom as she licked his cheek gently. Then the pure white she-cat curled around her newborn kits, laying her head down on the ground, her eyelids quickly becoming heavy.

    OOC: And for your information Ashfeather and Pinewhisker are not buddies XDD Ashfeather was out of it when he mated with Fallenleaf and is totally convinced it never happened, lol.


    Wildkit whimpered a little, the cool night air crisp and tempting. She was not like her other siblings - she didn't seem to want to be near her mother's warmth. She was independant. The fluffy little kitten scrambled clumsily through the nest, falling out of the moss and bracken bedding and onto the cool slate floor of the cave. She mewled in surprise at the fall.


    Night was falling, and the moon glowed off of Ashfeather's pelt as he sniffed around the border lines. She couldn't have left Hawkclan, could she? Somehow, he didn't think so. So he whipped around and trotted along the borderline, creeping through the ferns. Up ahead he could see stones gleaming in the moonlight. Surely she wouldn't go there? He thought. The rockfield was dangerous, and frightfully chilly at night, since the stone seemed to sap the warmth from whatever it touched. There were adders and other snakes, but usually animals like foxes and badgers didn't make their dens here. Although a passing loner or dog probably wouldn't hesitate to be picky about the shelter. Nor would a heavily pregnant she-cat. Ashfeather thought. He had lost her scent in a riverbank - obviously she had rolled in mud to disguise her scent. He would just have to search everywhere.

    Wintercloud woke up to see Wildkit on the cold ground. She knew she had to keep her warm or the kitten would die. The pure white she-cat flinched at the thought of loosing a kitten in her first litter. So the she-cat bent her heard over toward the she-kit and aimed to grab her scruff and place her back near her stomach.

    Wildkit gave a mewl of protest as she was lifted up off the ground, and landed in the nest again, disoriented. She felt the moss beneath her paws and frowned.

    Wintercloud gave a small sigh and wondered why this kitten acted this way. Did some newborn kits act this way? Well she of course didn't know because this was her first litter as was trying her hardest to get it right. The pure white she-cat then bent over and began licking the back of the kitten, hoping that would help.

    Wildkit growled, scooting away into the bedding. She wasn't so sure about this big, warm creature who was harassing her.

    [[Aww Wintercloud's feelings are gonna get hurt XD]]


    Wintercloud gave a small sigh as she had a feeling that the kitten would always be like this. The queen could do nothing as she just watched the kitten.

    `okay, I k we the part about Fallenleaf and Ashfeather getting drunk though..`


    Pinewhisker smiled and curled around the a bit tighter to keep them all warm, his fluffy tail laying over the kittens around Wintercloud's stomach. Apart from everything else that was cold in here, his green gaze was flo of warmth. He like this. Truthfully, he hadn't like spending time with his own kittens because Fallenlaf was always around them so this was nice.

    Wintercloud smiled as she felt Pinewhisker curl around the entire family. She greatly enjoyed the tom's company and would never complain about it. She gave her first litter of kits a glance, making sure they were alright, as she layed her head back onto the stone, as he eyelids became heavy.



    [[Ashfeather should find them now :3]]

    OOC: Right. Crazy possessive father cat time ;D


    There. Ashfeather sat on the jagged stones, the moonlight glinting off his black smoke pelt. He angled his tufted ears forward and squinted to try and see. He could make out the shape of Wintercloud's sleeping form in the cave. And then... Another shape. Anger and pure hate coursed through Ashfeather's veins. It was Pinewhisker, that dirty wretch. He didn't deserve to be near Ashfeather's kits. He crouched, his long, feathery tail swishing like a cat cornering it's prey. He was trying to think of a gameplan.
    I'll grab the kits, and I'll take them to Fallenleaf. She'll nurse them. He thought. But how to move all the kits? Yes, they were small, but there were a lot of them, from what he could tell in the darkness. Frustrated, he suppressed a hiss. He couldn't leave them with Pinewhisker. He couldn't even leave them with Wintercloud, who he had once trusted. He would have to get them all somehow. It was too risky to take a few and come back later. Wintercloud would have already moved them to another location. The tom glanced around, searching for a solution. He found one in some large, rubbery leaves growing at the edge of the forest.


    Minutes later, Ashfeather returned with a large leaf and a gameplan. He slowly stalked up, listening and watching to make sure that Pinewhisker was asleep.