We're back from hell {O - Bloodclan prisoners return}

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    [Center][font=georgia][color=black]Noonpaw sighed. He mentally taped a note to he inside of his head: make things right with Louvrekit
    He shook his head at Wildpaw, a small smile on his face.
    "It didn't matter, Wildpaw," he mumbled, shooting Louvrekit a glance.

    OOC: I lol'd at that imagery of taping a note to your head XDD Good one


    "Then she's a fool and a coward." Wildpaw growled. "I did nothing wrong, and so don't try to get me to apologize to make her feel better, because I won't. She needs to grow up, take responsibility, and quit acting like someone my age would." She curled her ringed tail neatly around her paws. She didn't do anything wrong. Why was she the one getting lectured? Why wasn't it the coward of a deputy, the failure of a mother, who had hastily retreated from the conversation with a resolute determination to avoid coming up with solutions herself?

    Louvrekit frowned at Noonpaw out of the corner of her eye. "Wildpaw, if you want to be the mature one here, then go talk to her. Has a civilized and adult talk with her."

    "It's not that easy to have a civilized conversation with her. What do I even say?" Wildpaw meowed, frustrated. "She won't listen to me. If anything she'll only hate me more."

    Louvrekit bit her lip, wondering how in the world she would deal with a problem like this. "Say how you feel. Tell her that you don't want to fight, and listen to how she feels. Sometimes, even if the problem isn't solved, it still helps to get your words out."

    "Well, let's just hope you're right." Wildpaw sighed. She closed her eyes, leaning her body heavily into Noonpaw's. She was so tired, emotionally and physically. All she wanted was to go to sleep.

    "Tired doesn't even begin to describe it." The torbie point sighed, her voice tattered and raspy. She hadn't eaten in so long, so food should have been on her mind, but she had no appetite at the moment. Only a desire to sleep for moons on end without ever getting up.

    [Center][font=georgia][color=black]Noonpaw himself was tired as well, though not as much as Wildpaw.
    "Come on, let's get some sleep," he meowed, supporting the torbie point with his shoulder.
    Looking up, he got confused for a brief moment.
    "Where do we sleep?" He asked, turning his head to gaze at Wildpaw softly.

    Louvrekit grew excited. "C'mon, Wildpaw. You can sleep with me in the Nursery. Who knows, Willowstar might even be in there! And you can bring him, too." though her smile weakened at the last sentence, it was still genuine.


    And the fawn calico kitten had an itchy feeling about Wildpaw. She had said she never wanted kits but it was path she had to take. "A-And, Wildpaw, if you're pregnant, then you definitely need to be in the Nursery." the kitten decided.


    And Louvrekit also decided that it wasn't Wildpaw's fault she was pregnant. Again, just by her words could the kitten figure that out. And the kitten decided then and there that she wouldn't force a cat out of her life because she was forced to have kittens. She would in turn help them instead. Care for them, feel for them.

    "Who's there?" A mew came from behind a nearby tree. There stood the blind and crippled tom, Houdiikit.

    [Center][font=georgia][color=black]ooc. Aww D: Poor Houdiikit, Warfare is a meanie >:l


    Noonpaw smiled at Louvrekit, suprisingly trying to be nice, though half of the smile was forced.
    "Name's Noonpaw. What's yours?" he asked politely, wincing inwardly. The nursery? Eww. Last time he was in there, back in ShadowClan, it smelled musty and of milk. He preffered the apprentices den.
    Wildpaw's pregnant now, he reminded himself. But her stomach wasn't bulging, he peered at it just to make sure, and she could run, and fight.
    He jumped as Houdiikit's voice penetrated his swiveling ears and turned to gaze at the kit with curious green eyes.
    "Uh, hello," he mewed, flicking his tail.

    Dewfire and her newborn kit were outside of the nursery for the first time since he was born. The little kit mewled. She looked at him with loving eyes. He whimpered as a breeze blew him over. The small kit laid against his mother.

    Wildpaw looked uneasy at the mentioning of the nursery. But she sighed. If she was pregnant - which was most likely the case, given her recent nausea and increase in appetite - then she might as well get acquainted with the queens. They would be her best asset, seeing as her own mother had no desire to help her raise the kits. She padded close beside Noonpaw and Louvrekit, but glanced back to Gracefulpaw.
    "She'll go to the medicine cat den, right?" The torbie point fretted, hesitating at the mouth of the nursery.


    Blue- Yep. He's a really scrway kitty.


    IC: Houdiikit's ears pointed to the apprentice that spoke to him. "Hello." He replied simply. The white kit had been distant and silent from the real world ever since his father started sleeping forever. His mother refused to tell him why. The clawmark across his eyes were covered in cobwebs, he had already tried to take them off once.