i'll love you forever -- forever is over {{ mercury's kitting

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    *gasp* 500th post!


    by that i mean my 500th post-- I am now a fox slayer!

    [[M'kay. It's a little bit late now, but I found this guide about kitten aging and behaviors that has helped me out a lot. In case you guys are interested, I'll go ahead and put it here; Clicky! c;]]


    It was early. The darkness of the night faded into a soft grey, yet the sun's light had yet to become more than a simple neon line in the horizon. Other than the peaceful harmonizing crickets that rhythmically chirped each night, the Bloodclan camp fell silent. It was here that three month old Cataclysm crouched patiently in some thick grass just outside of the room in which his family was located. Technically, being his age, the young tom wasn't supposed to be outside the Nursery. What the others didn't know, wouldn't kill them though! Not to mention he had learned from a very young age that mom wasn't necessarily going to be there for him, so independence was an important trait for him to learn.


    Rustling alerts the youngster and he pounces instantaneously, surprised upon actually feeling movement under his little paws. Gasping he looks down upon his newly caught treasure, a squirming grasshopper! Careful not to lose his prey, he grasped the insect between his teeth and rushed back inside the Nursery. "Ma! Mom, get up! Look at what I got! Look, I caught it all by myself!" Anxious muffled calls came from the proud kit as he neared his mother. Pawing her, he was determined to wake the she-cat. By now, Cataclysm understood that his mother probably wouldn't care... but he continued to bother her every once and a while in an attempt to make her proud.

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    The ticked tabby was too busy playing with his own catch to bother looking at his brothers. It was a bloodied paw that had been forcibly ripped from one of his experiments. Walkingkit giggled then threw it at the shadows where a large albino anaconda snapped it up. He giggled again then aimed to pounce on Mauit. The snake curled itself around Walkingkit, head butting him playfully.

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    His parents are Grausam and Mercuryluminscence. He suffers from bipolar tendencies.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; font-family: times]ooc ;; ] Merc's gonna be p*ssed. xD


    ic ;; ] Yellow-green optics burned into Cataclysm, her tail tip swaying to and fro. "At you age, I was kitnapped, you little sh*t. I brought back his body -- not some stupid little grasshopper." She spat. She had been a bit older, though she didn't want to admit it. She glared at the wall of the fallen plane, her fur bristling. She ignored the kits, hoping that the albino reptile would swallow her kits, but it didn't seem like it would. She frowned, laying her head on her paws. One day they'd know how kind she was for letting them live.


    One day.

    Cataclysm frowned and dropped the insect, the body was smashed and had a few of its limbs missing. The young tom expected this reaction from his mother, for he witnessed this cold-behavior from her quite often. The words never did stop stinging though, and he constantly hoped that one day her hatred toward him would change. "But mom I--" his sentenced trailed off, unsure of how to finish it.


    "Where's dad?" The youngster suddenly blurted out. Being at the age he was, this questioned seemed harmless and simple to him... but boy was he wrong. Stupid! Worst thing he probably could have mentioned around Mercuryluminescence and he asked her about it! Shuffling his paws with both curiosity and a little bit of fear, he continued. "All the the other kits have a dad, where's mine?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; font-family: times]The words sounded like nails on a chalkboard. She couldn't help but wince, and on instinct her claws slid out of their sheathes. She forced her eyes open, and not matter how painful, looked the caracat dead in the eye.
    "His name is Grausam. He's a caracal -- that's why your so big." She didn't quite want to explain why she ultimately ended up having kits, deciding to save that story for another day. She stared off into space, her face as expressionless as her eyes.


    "Dad's not here, sweetie. He never will be..." She didn't realize she'd called her kit sweetie, her mind focused on other things.

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    Son of Grausam and Mercuryluminescence.




    Brother to Walkingkit, Miserykit, and Silentkit.







    Caracat / Kit / Male [/size]

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    Cataclysm tilted his head, startled by his mother's kind words. Never in his life prior to now could he recall his mother speaking to him without a cold-tone or a raised voice. Although he now had several new questions to ask based upon the answers received, the kit knew it would be best to change the topic. "Ma' teach me how to fight!" He meowed with excitement as he gently nuzzled her. "This way if I get captured, I can fight my way out. Just like you!"    [/justify]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; font-family: times]Mercury prepared to smile when she realized -- what was she doing? "Get off me! And find some other unlucky soul to be your mentor!" She hissed, standing up. Her fur stood on edge as she glared daggers into her kit. No. She could not show affection towards these kits. The she-cat walked towards the other side of the fallen jet, her tail lashing in annoyance.


    That daughter of the late Breakinghalos and Vehementspirit licked her hooked claws, trying her best not to lash out any more on the tomkit. It would most likely end badly -- not like she would mind. She would gladly aim an unsheathed paw at her kits, or at least she thought. There was always a pang of guilt that grazed her face when she yelled at her kits or thought about hurting them. She knew she wasn't a complete monster, but was pretty sure she could manage to constantly stay angry at her kits.


    But then again, she'd been wrong before. Maybe she should start showing kindness towards the smallish litter. She shook her head -- she'd promised herself to loathe the kits for ruining her. She sighed silently, suddenly wanting her mother to tell her what was right. Too bad that was impossible. Her own view on the situation would have to suffice.

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    Son of Grausam and Mercuryluminescence.




    Brother to Walkingkit, Miserykit, and Silentkit.







    Caracat / Kit / Male [/size]

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    Frowning, Cataclysm retreated to the back of the plane. It had hardly been a moment, not even a second before his mother managed to slide back into her usual cold-hearted and cruel state of mind. Glaring over at Mercuryluminescene's figure, he too unsheathed his claws. Perhaps she really didn't like him...
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    W A L K I N G K I T
    The ticked tabby paused then asked, "Whats a father?" he too had heard other kittens talking about it but he was never quite sure what it meant. The anaconda wrapped around Walkingkit.

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    His parents are Grausam and Mercuryluminscence. He suffers from bipolar tendencies.

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    Son of Grausam and Mercuryluminescence.




    Brother to Walkingkit, Miserykit, and Silentkit.







    Caracat / Kit / Male [/size]

    ☬ ☬ ☬ ☬

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    Cataclysm switched his attentions to his brother, quite eager to answer the question. Just as he was about to open his mouth and spill his newly found knowledge, he stopped. There was almost a desperate gleam in his pale orbs as he set his eyes upon Mercuryluminescence. The mention of their father seemed to have temporarily changed her and he wondered if she'd want to answer the question.     [/justify]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; font-family: times]The diluted tortoiseshell rolled her eyes at the questions. She'd hoped her kits had gotten their wits from Grausam, because she surely knew what a father was when she was their age. Then again, even if she didn't see him often, she saw her own father. Her burning optics were like daggers as they landed on Walkingkit. "Something you'll never have." She said icily. She wasn't going to go in depth about a father, so her meaningless answer would have to suffice.


    A cool wind breezed through the small, broken jet and Mercury let out a pained sigh. She needed to get out more; she hated staying cooped up like a caged animal with her kits. Unsheathed claws scratching against the cold, steel floor, and the petite first tier stood up. She wasn't going stay in the jet; and with that, she stood up and left, hoping to find some sort of adventure out there. Hopefully.


    ooc ;; ] i'll bring her back sometime; I have a plan for her. >D

    [ooc; Awww, just when Cataclysm thought he was getting somewhere with her!]


    "Where you going ma'?" Cataclysm chirped in as he followed closely behind. "Are we going exploring!" The caracat asked with enthusiasm. For a moment he actually believed his mother was doing some parenting for once, but his hopes quickly slid away. The kit paused, a frown forming on his maw. "You aren't coming back.. are you?" Narrowing his gaze, he forced them downward. He should have known, should have expected that she would leave eventually... but he thought he'd gotten so close. So close to understanding why she hated them, what they did that made her life so miserable. Now she was leaving, possibly never to return.

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    "Okay!" chirped Walkingkit cheerfully. If mother said he wouldn't have it then obviously it did not matter.


    [psst. Mercuryluminsecene should go to the thread where Walkingkit thinks he killed her:3]

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    Silentkit was miserable. And when Mercury left, that broke down the last of the kit's barriers against emotion. She buried her head in her paws and sobbed. There were so many things that she would never have, and now a father was one of them. The sobs racked her body, and she shook with every breath. When will things ever go her way?

    Struggling to keep his emotions from showing, Cataclysm paced to the corner of the fallen plane. Eyes narrowed and claws unsheathed the caracat kit's tail lashed to and fro until before finally landing comfortably on his front paws. Other than his siblings, he was now completely alone. His thought swirled unsure of how he was supposed to feel. Perhaps her leaving was for the better...


    "It's only us now..." The ticked tom meowed after several moments of silence. "But we'll make it work. After all, we have each other. Who else could we need?"