Goldenpelt dragged her tail along in the dirt, doing nothing that she was aware of doing. She then felt a pain in her, and fell to the ground, twitching and turning in pain. After a series of this, she slowly stopped moving, and the last breath escaped her body. — ♪ Eremin ♪ Sorry, I'm obsessed ☆ 01:09, December 1, 2013 (UTC)
Risingspirit slipped into the nursery, breathing heavily. "I was hunting and I was on my way back when I heard you and thought you were kitting," he huffed, sitting down for a moment to catch his breath. He looked at his litter and let out a purr. "They're beautiful, Wildheart," he mewed, licking his mate on the head. "And everyone a tortoiseshell!" he meowed, scanning hi skits. "Oh wait, no, one looks like me," he purred, eying the black tom at the end of the row of squirming bodies. He looked up at his mate again and nuzzled her neck. "You haven't named them yet, have you?" he mewed. Cryptid Yo 01:16, December 1st, 2013 (UTC)
Spiderheart had been bored, the old molly never wanted to retire, but her joints had started to play up, which she thought wasn't the best as a warrior. The oriental she-cat looked around at her denmates, she wouldn't be counted that old. Though, I guess I'm older than Amberflight. The black molly thought, looking over at the ginger and white elder, who compared to the others, was a mere kitten. --
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Laurelkit lay in his nest, twitching his short whiskers in bordem. The white tomkit's eyes had recently gone from kitten-blue to pale green, but he didn't notice. The kit was mostly sleeping, when he wasn't eating. He didn't quite understand why other kits played with others. Laurelkit thought that a kit should prepare themselves for apprenticeship, and to not get involved with outside matters. However, no kit bothered to listen to Laurelkit - probably because he kept himself quiet most of the time. Sighing, Laurelkit then turned to the side, facing his mother, and went to sleep. Bbunlegs 16:36, December 8, 2013 (UTC)
Teaseltail washed her fur. -- Starlingstorm sharpened her claws on a tree around the outskirts of camp, clawing its bark roughly, as the tree debris broke away. Some splintered her paws, but she went on. —15:03, December 14, 2013 (UTC)
Beautifulface went out hunting for herbs, her fur bristling. The she-cat's short fur made the already freezing conditions of the season around her to be agonizing. Muttering under her breath, she looked around to search for even the smallest bit of green around. Even something like coltsfoot would do. While doing so, the she-cat thought about Daisyclaw, SplashClan's medicine cat. She wondered what life was going on for her - she had recently became the medicine cat, and Beautifulface respected her quite a bit, more so than the others. She couldn't wait for the next half-moon Gathering - Pikepelt had noted at the last one that she received a dream from her ancestors, and had received a message of sorts. Bbunlegs 00:36, December 15, 2013 (UTC)
Quailnose and Salmonstream were out hunting together, stalking a rabbit through the snow. As soon as it became aware of the two cats behind it, the winter-white rabbit took off running, heading downhill. Determined not to lose their catch in the snow, Quailnose and her brother took off after it, stumbling over their snow-slumped paws and rolling slightly. The rabbit headed for Claw Lake, running as fast as it could through the belly-high snow. As the ground leveled out, the rabbit was able to move faster, running out across the ice-covered lake. Due to its light weight, it could easily tear across the surface of the landmark, and took off, headed for the other side.
Salmonstream and Quailnose followed it, too absorbed in their hunt to pay attention to the ice. Salmonstream slid out ahead of his sister, sliding out a ways, before freezing in place. A loud 'crack' echoed across the frozen surface of the lake, and he straightened up, eyes wide with fear. He whipped his head to the side, staring wildly at Quailnose, who had stiffed and froze in place, as well. Flattening her ears, the tabby took a step backward, shifting her weight onto that paw. However, the ice was thinner in that spot, and cracked open with a loud roar. Scrambling wildly, Quailnose yowled as she struggled to cling to the ice as it tipped her, but to no avail. The chunk she had been holding onto flipped over, and she was trapped beneath the surface.
Salmonstream, unable to control himself, ran over to her after the ice had flipped, and jumped onto half of the chunk, He attempted to hold it up, so his sister could scramble back out, into air, but didn't take his weight and position into consideration. He had failed to grab onto the stable section of ice, and shrieked loudly as the ice flipped once again, shoving him underneath its surface. He took a final gulp of air, and looked around as he swam in place. His sister was gone. Flattening his ears, he whipped his head around as he paddled in place. His lungs were burning. Looking down, he could see Quailface sinking beneath him.
She had gone considerably limp, and bubbles clung to her whiskers, straining to float up. Salmonstream felt heavy as the water began to pull him downwards, and he attempted to swim lower. He had to save his sister. Swimming farther and farther down, he felt as if he was going to die. Black spots were dotting his vision, and it took most of his willpower not to pant out his last breath of air and to try and breathe in again. He could faintly make out Quailface's sinking body through the murky, ice-cold water, and froze as she vanished from sight. Swimming in place, he blinked a few times as the black dots began to fill up his line of sight. Gasping in shock, Salmonstream coughed as he breathed in water. His chest ached and his vision was now almost entirely black, and the water was pulling even more heavily on his thick coat. With one last kick of his floundering legs, Salmonstream succumbed to the water's pull, and let himself go limp as he sunk after his drowned sister. —Leggy 03:15, December 15, 2013 (UTC)
Sycamorewhisker padded into camp, his jaws held a wood pigeon tightly. Next to him was Ivypaw, he was asked to take her out, which he had agreed to with some eagerness. The tabby tom had a slight crush on the younger cat, but has hidden it for a while. Maybe when she becomes a warrior I should tell her? He thought, tilting his head slightly. Ivypaw saw this, her green gaze softened on the older tom. "Don't drop that pigeon! It'll feed the elders." She purred, making him bow his head nervously. The two cats continued to talk and walk until they reached the fresh-kill pile. They bidded farewell to each other, each returning to their own families.
Spiderheart got to her paws with time, her joints had been acting up since the colder weather and finally the she-cat decided to check with the medicine cats. I should ask them about if they see Spiderstorm or Crowheart when they visit StarClan. The old molly walked slowly out of the den, being hit by the cooler air which made her shrink back slightly, her thin coat didn't help much in the cooler weather. As she walked she felt something bump into her back leg, baring her teeth slightly, she noticed it to be a kitten, Loachkit to be exact.
Loachkit looked up after shaking out her pelt, she had run into Spiderheart, one of the elders. "Sorry Spiderheart!" She meowed nervously, like some kits she had heard the stories of the elder's family, most notably Spiderstorm, a fearsome warrior who in turn killed of her own siblings. Though, the elder just smiled down at the kit, her green gaze softening too. "Don't worry Loachkit." Spiderheart purred, the old molly had heard the ridiculous nursery tales of her sister and found them to be blasphemy. "Those stories about Spiderstorm are all just to make kit's sleep and behave." Loachkit made a face of disbelieving, working up the courage to ask the question she had thought of. "You mean that she didn't kill her own sister after the death of her kit?" The torbie kitten sat down, only for the elder to follow.
Spiderheart sighed, looking up at the dull colored sky. "That, I'm afraid is true. You see, when she had her kits, they were half-blood, despite our family being kittypets through and through. Our sister, Crowheart had found out and killed one of the kits a few days after their birth. Spiderstorm, in anger and grief over her daughter killed our sister." The elder and kits sat for a few minutes afterwards, Loachkit asked even more questions and all of them had been answered. Spiderheart soon left, forgetting about her previous task. --
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Robinkit leapt toward the leaf, drifting lazily through the air. It was late, the last leaf, probably. It was freezing, but the kit didn't care. Enthusiastic and very confident, Robinkit was always playing or jumping. He spotted Loachkit as he caught the leaf, and rolled over the ground as he landed. "Hey, Loachkit! Come and play!"
Frostblossom watched Robinkit and Loachkit with affection. Laurelkit and Cloudkit were in their nest, asleep, most likely. She loved all her kits, but what annoyed her was that they didn't have a responsible father. She was still angry with herself for falling for the rogue's flirting. When it happened, she had been a quarter moon into being a warrior. Frostblossom watched the sky, looking for signs of snow.❄Sorrel Radiant, honest & you're beautiful ♫ 21:22, December 17, 2013 (UTC)
Wildheart looked up from her nap, her tiny kits curled around her belly. Purring softly, she licked each on the head and began to groom her mangled tortoiseshell pelt. Her kitting had taken so much strength from her that she had nearly fell down just walking around camp. Having kits at her age was probably the worst decision to do, but she loved her kits and her mate did too. She and Risingspirit had named about a moon before, and she loved the names. Snakekit was the smokey tom kit, Specklekit and Spottedkit were the tortoiseshell she-kits, and Jaykit was the dilute tortoiseshell she-kit. All her kits were born weaker then the normal kits should be, her being older, but they all survived far enough to the point, and already one kit, Snakekit, had opened his eyes.
Snakekit lifted his muzzle, his nose twitching rapidly, as he blinked open kitten-blue eyes. Only was it a few short sunsets ago that he had opened his eyes, being the first and only kit to have done it. He started crawling at a rapid rate, wanting to see the snowy white outside that he had seen through the entrance so many times. Unfortunately, Wildheart was keeping him inside, saying it was too cold to let him and her kits outside. As Wildheart recalled, she wasn't going to let the kits into snow until they were at least two moons, they could wait until then to play outside. Sniffing, she grabbed Snakekit's scruff gentily and lifted him up back to the rest of his siblings. Snakekit let out small protests as he squealed in anger, but Wildheart didn't take notice, "You know your not allowed out of the Nursery, Snakekit,"she mewed compassionatly. Snakekit growled, "I don't care! I want to go see the white stuff," he squeaked. Sighing, Wildheart placed him next to her and licked him, much to his own dislike.21:46, December 17, 2013 (UTC)
Clawtooth sat in the elders' den, licking his fur. The black-and-white tom had no interest to interact with the other elders right now. Amberflight and Spiderheart, much younger than him, weren't too pleasing to talk to, in the WinterClan elder's eyes. He liked talking to Fadeshadow once in a while, since he was born around the same time as her. However, right now, he was mostly concerned about WinterClan's current state. No elders had retired in moons, and the nursery was ever-abundant. Surely, the warriors' den would clear out soon? Perhaps then, he would receive some new denmates. Maybe. Bbunlegs 01:14, December 19, 2013 (UTC)
Cloudkit flew into the air, waving her legs around wildly. She landed by the entrance of her snow den, and rolled inside, the flakes getting caught in her white fur. --Tiny 🌸 Jυѕт αησтнєя gιяℓ 🌸 12:39, December 22, 2013 (UTC)
Teaseltail stiffened as her path was blocked by a stampede of kittens. After they had passed, she made her way toward the fresh-kill pile, sitting down to groom before she ate. After giving her chest fur a few licks, she moved on to groom her fur. The warrior's fur was thick, but could not conceal a series of scars on her flanks and shoulders, marks of battles with a rival Clan, or simply wounds from a border skirmish. There was one in particular, a fairly livid cut, that parted the fur on her haunch. It was received in a battle with SummerClan, when she was only an apprentice. As Teaseltail moved to groom her haunch, she was still met with a tinge of pain, even though it was a long while back since she had gotten the scar. The warrior turned toward the fresh-kill pile, and, nosing away the soggy rodents, picked out a thrush. The she-cat ate her fill, before swinging her head around, ears pressed forward. She glanced around, seeing if there was any cat she knew well enough to speak to, hoping to offer the rest of her fresh-kill to them. If Curlewpaw was around, this thing would be gone by now. She thought sadly. Not bothering to dispose of her thrush's remains, Teaseltail left it for some apprentice who probably deserved nothing more. No doubt it would be eaten as a punishment for being badly behaved during a training session or something of the sort, given it wouldn't be fresh by the time the apprentices had finished their training. Those that were friends with Teaseltail knew that she didn't like apprentices or kits, or any cat that wasn't a peer. Cats would know that she would take delight in watching apprentices be told off. This did put a lot of the cats off her, given her slightly sadistic way of seeing things. Since Curlewpaw- now Curlewfeather, had left, Teaseltail had been significantly lonely. But it didn't bother her much. She was too busy not paying attention to anything to fret about her lack of friends. —
Crowfoot returned to camp, dragging the stiff corpse of Neritetail in his jaws. The tortoiseshell she-cat had been slain by a dog, and only after the attack was Crowfoot able to retrieve her body. The dark-coated tom wished he could have done something. But, from the moment the dog spotted her, it was too late. I wish I able to save her. Crowfoot thought to himself bitterly. Maybe then, she would have lived. I wouldn't care if I had died; I would have let another Clanmate live.
Once he dropped her body toward the camp's entrance, the WinterClan warrior went to find Cricketstep and Sycamorewhisker. The two younger warriors her Neritetail's siblings, so Crowfoot would have to alert them of their sister's death. Bbunlegs 02:34, December 24, 2013 (UTC)
Gullpaw wrinkled her nose at the scent of death. She dipped her head to the unfortunate warrior. "What happened to her?" she asked Crowfoot. —20:47, December 25, 2013 (UTC)
"I'm not telling you - look for yourself. The wounds clearly show how she died," Crowfoot growled at the young apprentice. He then continued to go speak to Neritetail's siblings, to inform them of their sister's death. Bbunlegs 00:35, December 27, 2013 (UTC)
"I'm only six moons old!" Gullpaw growled back. Why is every cat so nasty? Firstly, that Dark Forest cat. And now a Clanmate? "There's no need to shout at me. You wouldn't know that at my age!" —00:56, December 27, 2013 (UTC)
Robinkit bounded past the body, not noticing that the cat was dead. He tried top stop himself, but it was too late. The pale ginger and white tom kit tripped, and crashed into the body. "Sorry, I fell -" he stiffened, leaping away. He inhaled, and then choked on the scent. The metallic scent of blood hit his nose, and he scrabbled away from the fur, eyes wide with fear. ❄Sorrel Radiant, honest & you're beautiful ♫ 01:14, December 27, 2013 (UTC)
Frostblossom rushed up to Robinkit, swiping him away from the body with her paw. She carried her son away, back to his siblings. She stood between them and the view of the corpse, bristling at the thought of death.❄Sorrel Radiant, honest & you're beautiful ♫ 13:26, December 27, 2013 (UTC)
Waspface sighed as he sat in camp. One thing the tom was feeling was three different emotions, conflicted, frustration, and he had very bad urge to mate. He licked his underbelly and glanced around. Continuing to clean himself, perhaps, a walk will clear my mind, grumbling a bit as he got up, casting a sorrowful look at the body of Neritetail's body. Poor thing, she was pretty young, the deputy sent out some patrols and headed towards the entrance to take a long walk. That's one thing he mainly did, mostly to reassure him that decisions he makes were right. Cha Cha Real Smooth 〜(^∇^〜）（〜^∇^)〜 (talk) 03:22, December 28, 2013 (UTC)Ospreypaw
Cloudkit padded inside her snow den, being careful not to slip on the icy slope that lead inside. Lying down, she wrapped her plumy tail around her body and closed her eyes. The image of Neritetail's dead body filled her head, and she curled up tighter. I hate death. It scares me so much. What happens when you die, do you just disapear? Confusion filled Cloudkit's head. --Tiny 🌸 Jυѕт αησтнєя gιяℓ 🌸 12:43, December 29, 2013 (UTC)
Lionheart padded into camp, dropping his prey on the fresh-kill pile. He breathed out a sigh, walking into the warriors' den. He curled up into his nest, thinking to himself. A lot of worry plaugued his mind- centering around the fact that he had no clue where his mate was. Though he knew she was quite the independent she-cat, he would've liked to know her whereabouts. He stood once more, and made his way into the nursery, where one of his oldest friends resided. Breezesky never seemed to come out into camp anymore- he knew that the loss of Guppysplash had affected her greatly. His concern for her was plausible, as she not only had to care for herself- but three small kits, who needed her urgently.
Breezesky stared at a blank spot on the wall of the nursery, not even batting an eye as Lionheart padded in. When the tom moved in front of her line of vision, she sighed. "What is it, Lionheart?" He met her gaze, his eyes dark with concern. "You're not caring for your kits, Breezesky. You're absorbed in the death of Guppysplash, and I know it's hard...but you have to move on." Breezesky looked down, her eyes narrowing. She knew he was right- it was no secret that she was grieving, and her kits did need her. The pang of guilt in her mine had stabbed her heart- at the thought of raising her kits into warriors- without Guppysplash. Their dream had always been to watch the kits grow into fine warriors. And she couldn't bring herself to take the dream on solo.
Featherkit batted against her mother's belly weakly. She was hungry, and the lack of food confused her. Another confusing fact- the fact that her father was nowhere to be seen. She missed him terribly, and hadn't seen him in days. Though when the thought of Guppyspalsh was brought up- Breezesky seemed to shut down. Is something wrong? The little kit wasn't very old, but she knew that something wasn't right. She poked her sleeping brother, hoping he'd have some thoughts on the situation. When he failed to respond, she flopped back against Breezesky's belly, resting her head on her paws and closing her eyes. —13:09, December 29, 2013 (UTC)
Stormblaze and Gustywind shared a vole together, Gustywind splitting the critter in two with one of his forepaws. The two WinterClan warriors then began to feast onto their meals. The two cats hadn't been affected much since the death of Neritetail; yes, she was their friend, but they knew she would be in StarClan now. Well, they hoped. Neither Stormblaze nor Gustywind could imagine Neritetail planning to harm another cat for her own desires. Shrugging off the thoughts, the two cats finished their meals, and went off to the warriors' den to rest. Surely, nothing else bad could happen to the Clan, right? Bbunlegs 04:08, December 30, 2013 (UTC)
"Come into the nursery, kits." Frostblossom mewed, casting a look at Neritetail. --- "Me first!" Robinkit rushed into the nursery, not wanting to see Neritetail's body any longer.❄Sorrel Radiant, honest & you're beautiful ♫ 12:07, December 30, 2013 (UTC)
Fallingheart and Buzzardclaw walked on patrol together, the tensions rising high. It was a night after Buzzardclaw had become a warrior, but Buzzardclaw wasn't very happy with his mentor waiting so long to promote him. He was ready awhile ago! He didn't have to wait so long, even after every other apprentice had been moved. Fallingheart, though, was lost in thought, and had already missed three sparrows that were right in front of his claws. Buzzardclaw understood that his mentor wasn't the best hunter, but even through his anger, he could see there was something troubling him. The two toms, after catching nothing more then a measly mouse, sat down near a tree and sighed, burying their prey.
Winterblaze purred lightly and lied down, his muscules aching but comfort rising within him. His elders days were now upon himm, he could now rest for moons to come and not worry about hunting or waking up. Apprentices took care of him, he ate when he wanted, it was the perfect life for an old cat. His purr rumbled like an old thunderpath monster, but he loved to share stories with kits that came in, as they seemed to come in very often. Winterblaze, though, really hoped to see Wildheart's new kits, but he knew that she was keeping them in since they were no more then a moon.21:30, December 31, 2013 (UTC)
Amberflight and Fadeshadow sat together in the elder's den, eating a rabbit together. Guppystar had joined them earlier, but after only having one bite, she had left muttering about her worries for the clan. Sighing softly, Fadeshadow had finished off their prey, before bidding her much-younger denmate farewell. The elder padded off, looking around for her niece. Upon not finding the leader of the Clan, she gave up and walked back inside.
Shallowsplash was walking around, looking for Guppystar. The senior warrior looked awful this season- her fur was clumpy and matted, her eyes dull, and it was heavily apparent that she was sick. Seeing that the warrior was in poor shape, Lightningstorm, Phantomwing, and Cricketstep, three younger warriors, ran up to their clanmate, and offered help. The ginger tabby wearily nodded, and the three warriors led her into the medicine den, two staying with her while Lightningstorm called for Beautifulface.
Graymoon sat in her nest, looking desolate and empty. She could see Lionkit playing with his sisters off in the corner, and she was painfully reminded of her own litter, who were around his current age when they were all killed. She hissed softly, flattening her ears, and rested her head on the moss of her nest, covering her face with her paws. What was she to do? She couldn't let her four kits go that easily, but she needed to move on. After thinking for a moment, an idea struck: she needed another litter. Sitting upright, she looked around. Yes, that was perfect! She needed to have another litter of kittens. If she raised them to adulthood, then all would be fine. She could do it, and all she needed now was a tom.. —Leggy 23:58, December 31, 2013 (UTC)