Posts by .Luna.

im thinking of the one with "i won't hesitate bitch" but yes that Luna at Dog over the children.

Also PTA Bloodclan Moms

can you?

Luna was watching a small little kit wander around the territory. The plump, pregnant queen was making sure the little one wouldnt get hurt from afar, following cautiously behind. She sometimes hated her maternal instincts, thinking sometimes things would be better if she left them alone, such as this kit who smelled of Dog, that brown little creature who came in and also started adopting the little orphans. How dare she! But, no matter, the cannibal mom couldnt help but worry after this small kit, so here she was, fretting from a distance and cursing Dog for making her leave the warmth of her bed. She was practically waddling and she was out here, cold, and following another queen's kit!

Luna saw it before it happened and, partially waddling, began sprinting to get the small kit, eyes wide with worry as she ducked her head in without hesitation, grabbing the kit by it's scruff and pulling out quickly. The large molly was surprisingly quick and she licked the shaking kit, her heart thudding before she saw Dog and snarled. With a loud, stressed grunt, the molly heaved herself to her paws and snarled, fur ruffled as she guarded the kit. "Were you going to jump on me?! While I'm pregnant?!" She yowled, flexing her claws. Anger became a bitter sees in her heart as she stared at the other, the usually docile cannibal looking angry, disgusted and quite... Dangerous. Her green eyes blazed and her teeth were bared, stained yellow and red from her many meals as she stared at Dog, lashing her tail. How dare she! How dare she! "If you would of succeeded and hurt my kits, you'd be lucky to make it out of here alive! And while I'm protecting your kit that you let wander off!" She snapped, neck fur on edge and tail fully fluffed. She was seething.

Bloodclan moms all start having PTA meetings

/track

She needed fresh air. It was stuffy and annoying in the Bloodhouse and the city was too loud. The forest provided her comfort, only a little. The pregnant queen was waddling through the snow, humming softly as the flakes fell silently down from the heavens. A goddess amongst mortals, muses the silver queen, her pelt reflecting the sun like ice or broken glass, shimmering. The cool air frosting infront of her reminded the queen what she had to do so recently. It felt like moons ago, her claws ripping into her father, his screams and her tears.

Blood?

The queen blinked, pulled from her memories, smelling the faint smell of Shadowclan, Riverclan, and blood. How peculiar. The clans were always fighting but from her point of view, it was always with Bloodclan. To think cats such as these ones would shed eachothers blood in a time where a bigger enemy was getting stronger baffled her as she approached, the scents getting stronger. And she saw it. A dead cat, a molly with blood on her maw, tears, and Luna instantly understood. That look of horror, realization, it was one the queen knew well through her life. The realization of guilt at what you had done. She felt sympathy for this molly and approached, cautious, trying to think for her kits and to ignore her gnawing hunger. It was not the time to rip into a cadaver.

"Would you like help?" She asked softly, a few foxlengths away from the other queen, voice sympathetic and calm, trying to not intrude. She wanted to help, be there for someone who is going through similar thoughts as she did, feelings as she had when nobody was there for her. She raised a paw to approach more, watching the other queen. Scents were mingled, unable to distinguish which was which.

ooo i love it!!

"And I mean, we accepted Bunny, so I don't see a reason he would turn around this one, especially if she is a kit," Came the soft voice of the silvery goddess. The cannibal never stayed in the house and seemed to become docile to others, quiet, and sweet. She rubbed against Skullcap, licking her small kit's head as she padded forward, her large stomach swinging with her step as she approached, smelling of blood yet motherly as she gazed softly at the kit.

"Plus, with all the mothers this Leaf-bare, I doubt he'd want to anger all of us," She joked softly, wrapping her fluffy tail around the two pair of kits, Slowhand and Omorose. Turning her attention to the scared girl, she whispered, "What's your name little one?"

i love her

oof tbh yes tho. She will see how old he is and treat him as an adult cat, not holding her tongue around him and unaffected by his lineage

I want

and if you die, I hope you take comfort in me eating you

Oml yes and theyre both trying to be guards so the pregnant girl can be like, "If you want to do that, you have to be strong, fast, clear headed, etc" and just gets him to spar with others because shes incapable atm

yesss i so am doing this. Im opening a training thread right now

Luna plopped herself down in the junkyard atop a dead monster, eyes flicking to and fro. Her stomach was round and she had done everything to deal with her dizziness she got constantly, and now, sunbathing on the rare sunny days of leafbare in the city, she was ready to train someone.

There was that tom from the guard tryouts, Spider, she believed. She had seen him from the Bloodmoon games, seeming more or less uninterested. And near Mary. She flicked her ear, yawning and stretching. Perhaps, a small training session would boost morale anyway, get the clan pumped and less lazy from this cold, cold weather.

//this is an open thread so feel free to jump in and participate or even cause issues. Anything works :]

.Spider.

Luna twitched her whiskers at the appearance of the tyro. Cute. Luna turned her body away and meowed defensively, "Im not here to kill nor am I here to do anything of harm to you or your clanmate. Im passing through, on a walk from the loud city and smelled the blood just as you had. I am a mother, i was worried if there were kits." She kept her body away from the pair, feeling her fur rise on edge at being outnumbered now. She was slower than usual, her belly making it hard for the usually fluent queen to move like she used to. Her claws unsheathed as she took a step back, not caring for this other cat now but for the safety of herself and her kits.

She, unlike the smaller one, was intimidating. With long fur, toned muscles, and the scars that littered her pelt, she looked vicious but at the same time, with fear and her defensive posture, she looked like any other queen who was just walking by and now felt threatened. She still didnt want to leave, the urge to comfort this unknown cat too strong as she glanced at Tangy but she kept telling herself that if it got dangerous, she'd run. Run all the way to the Bloodhouse and back into the safety of the city, but she didnt budge save for those few steps.

She snarled and turned on her heel, looking up to the sky with multiple lashings of her tail, as if trying to look for her patience from something bigger than them. Releasing a breath, the silver queen turned, glaring daggers at the other cat. She had to calm down. Settle for this poor scared kit.

With a flex of her claws, she growled and looked at the kit. "Is he alright? I tried to be quick and calm him," She grunted, ear flicking irritably as she sat down, not caring for the other mother infront of her. She had to keep calm, had to refrain from slaughtering this disrespectful cat before her infront of the poor kit. It wasn't Adder's fault Dog was a bad mom and had horrible reflexes and for some reason, couldn't smell her own kit! She exhaled again, holding her breath as the anger built and she kept her eyes on the kit, flexing her claws as she struggled to relax.

Luna growled and sat forward, aiming to clamp her teeth onto Dog's tail and yank her toward her a fire in the molly's eyes. If she succeeded she'd stare at the brown cat and spat, "I don't care if I saved him or I have bragging rights or for your stupid gratitude, I want to know if he's okay!" She couldn't believe what had come over her at that moment, feeling a rush of anger, of bloodlust, of hatred. This was how she used to act and for some reason, this cat made her behave that way again.

With teeth bared and breath smelling of death and decay, her furious and worry-filled green eyes stared back at the other, tail lashing angrily. She really was only worried for the little one, even willing to risk fighting for it even if it wasn't hers and to be denied the knowledge of whether or not it was okay, it angered the pregnant queen. Deep in those angry green pools, a darkness lurked, a hunger almost as her slitted pupils studies the other. Dog was lucky, oh so lucky and she had no clue why.

Luna snarled and heaved herself to her paws, shoving past the mouse-brained cat. "You're just an orphan mother. You won't understand until you lose your own kits, ones you brought into this cruel cold world, Dog," She snarled, feeling the threat of her voice breaking, thinking of her first litter. Tears in her eyes, the queen leaned down to Adder and whispered, voice gentle as she looked at him, "It's not your fault, okay? People just get angry and sometimes they fight but never, ever blame yourself, okay? You're such a brave little boy." She smiled softly before clearing her throat and beginning to pad away, tail lashing. That gentle tone, it only ever came out when speaking to kits and the few she cared for, and that excluded the chocolate queen behind her, instantly regretting the breaking of her voice, the tears that threatened to spill. She needed to get rid of this energy. She quickly turned away from the Bloodhouse, toward the kittypets and nicer part of the city, licking her lips, claws itching. Oh, hunger was a beast and Luna was it's slave.

She growled, moving along, mouth open as if she was hunting. She had heard what the other cat said and oh, Luna may not of been an orphan but she would if rathered it than what she grew up with. Now, with her hackles raised, she was tracking another of her family. She had smelled him on her last hunt, the smell unmistakable of her kin. She even saw him once, a few days ago. His black pelt unmistakable. Reminded her of Jaws. She snarled, tracking the smell of the tom, claws clicking against the pavement, unaware of her audience following her.

There he was. The black smoke tom was talking to a pretty little NPC kittypet. Luna watched from a distance, tracking for now. She learned from Jaws she had to be much more careful. And with her kits, she definitely had to be careful, her belly needing to be protected. But she'd get him. And she'd eat his heart and then she'd track down her sister and then the rest of her siblings. Finally, she smelled Dog and turned, fur on end before whipping to see where the tom went but both him and the kittypet were both gone.

question? When is the second bloodclan patrol coming to "rescue" the prisoners?