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SPIDERFALL.

|| Mastermind 11-16-22 ||
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@AMARYLLISKIT @Roachhiss. @Wolf_ @FORESTKIT. feel free to respond before them! TW: Talking about death, abandonment and murder))


AND A HEART THAT ISN'T HERE

Dawn had broken through the horizon when Spiderfall had returned with the patrol, and four little kits in each member's maw while a heavy smell of fox clung to the fur of the tom and the kits. His amber eyes darkened before setting them down, and the others set the small bundles of fur near each other, the kids look barely a day old and there was a clear hint of milk clinging to their small bundles of fur. "We were on patrol when we stumbled upon these kits... my kits, their mother had drawn away the fox it would appear and left them defenseless, I do not know what happened to her but I will be taking the kits underneath my wing" he expressed calmly, in truth they were his kits, however, there were lies tangled in his words. The mother had not drawn a fox away, no she had been killed on the spot after she had confronted Spiderfall about the bundles of fluff, and another factor was, that he had made sure to cover the kits in the scent of a fox to make it seem like a fox had gone after the mother.

"Anyways, her name is Forestkit" he pointed to a small black kit with similar figures to that of Spiderfall, a small heart patch shape on her tiny chest as she cried out for food and warmth, seeking for a mother that was not there...taken away from the kit far too soon. Spiderfall's gaze showed no sign of sympathy or warmth for the kits, despite this he did deep down somewhere loved them. "Next one is Amarylliskit" he said as he pointed his paw to a kit whose limbs were too big for her body, she was tiny compared to the others, which is why a flower was fitting for such a delicate thing and he made a soft hmpf noise before his gaze went towards a blue ball of fluff.

"Roachkit" he said smoothly, a kit with a name of a bug, fitting indeed as another little insect trapped deep in the webs of a spider, yet a creature that was strong and to him, the little gray fluff was strong despite all odds and he nodded slightly before point to the last kit, a brown tabby, similar to their own mother which made the tom blink slightly before continuing his introduction of kits he decided to just shove onto Riverclan, besides what else could he do? He wasn't about to leave his own kits out to the wild where they couldn't thrive, he was a monster of course, but he was also not that cruel. "Lastly, Leafkit" he said smoothly, ah yes, leaves they were also delicate things but it was to Spiderfall, a symbolism, leaves fell and he wanted to give a name fitting to that of the others, delicate, strong, yet beautiful.
"speak""Thoughts"
 
RATHER GO OUT IN A BLAZE OF GLORY

The bundle of mist hued fur that is roachkit hardly makes a peep, leaf green gaze staring solemnly ahead - like glittering pieces of jade. She's all soft curves and round shapes, a cloud of fluff and pudge and innocence, unaware of the life that lays ahead of her. Her mother is naught but a milk-tinged memory - a concept she cannot yet comprehend, only food and sleep on her mind, and right now only one is available. A quiet yawn and a small squirm and she dozes off again, content to simply stay where she's been placed. Being a kit is a lot of effort after all.
 
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Who are you really?

Everything felt cold to him, taken straight from the warmth of their mother. At first, he will cry about it, whine out as an attempt to seek out warmth and food but the small bundle of black fluff eventually went silent, having managed to crawl closer to one of his siblings, and cursed to look just like his father, a burden he'll carry for the rest of his life but for now, the small kit will make his small peeps of protest, born in a world of bitterness. A yawn slipped from the kit before they too will begin to doze off.
"speak""Thoughts"
 

− ♱ ABOUT : suspicion. it’s palatable as he makes his approach, frigid luminaries lacking its usual warmth as he takes in each soft, mewling bundle. their mother, killed by a fox. their mother — the tortoiseshell had not seen a pregnant molly amidst his ranks, and with how often he visits beesong and the nursery both, there is a missing link he cannot overlook. the man stands tall for a moment, watching the kittens move and yawn, wispy fur indicating their newness to the world. cicadastar finds little reprieve in the milk - scent, finally lifting his gaze from where he stared at the tom’s kits. “ my kits. “. his lip curls, ears beginning to angle back towards the sleek bicolored curls, “ who was their mother? “ he asks, pointedly ; though his tail comes down to brush against a mewling kit ( forestkit, spiderfall had announced ), his body language does not indicate an ounce of friendliness. this litter had riverclan blood, he would not turn them away — their supposed father, should he not be able to answer himself in a way the tortoiseshell liked, would be a different story.

the bitter stench - scent of fox does not deter him. the man glances towards a nearby warrior, “ run to the nursery, see if a nursing queen will be able to take them in. ” it’s cold, as if his gaze once it returns to spiderfall, quirking a prompting brow. there would be no taking under his wing until he knew the whole story.


  • CICADASTAR ; he / him. roughly thirty seven months old, riverclan leader
    − handsome, lanky black smoke tortie chimera with curly fur and icy blue eyes
    − gay. speaks with a thick german accent, former marsh cat, penned by antlers

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"I see a red door; I want to paint it black"
What was happening? Why was it suddenly so cold? Voices where distant as the kit hadn't yet tried to zone in on them, and wiggled on the ground with a noise of protest. This was stupid! Where was food? Where did that warm body go? They had been swept up in the midst of eating and now laid on grassy ground, annoyed and hungry. What was the purpose of this?
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A S H P A W.

She'd been playing near the center of camp when the patrol came home.
Ashpaw watched with wide eyes as the itty-bitty kittens were brought forth, little bodies wriggling on the ground and squealing for milk. They do smell like a fox, she muses—but glass-green eyes flick to Spiderfall's claws, and as she remembers the feel of them sinking into her own flank, she has to wonder what actually killed their mother.

Spiderfall seems so... callous with them. She wonders if he'll hurt them too, like he hurts her.

Feeling suddenly exposed, the ginger kitten scampers closer to Cicadastar, slipping under him and pressing again his legs—for all that she isn't his, she knows he loves her, knows he'd keep her safe—she breathes in the familiar scent of that wispy black fur, cowers away from Spiderfall beneath the height of her protector.

Cicadastar is angry.

(And stars, if he knew what Spiderfall had done to her, had done to Frost and Racc and Beesong—how much angrier would he be? Seeing him like this, she wants more than ever to just tell him—wants that snarling maw and those vicious blue eyes to make sure Spider never, ever hurts her again.)

But Ashpaw doesn't say a word. She hides here, tilting her head and watching the teeny tiny babies. Cicadastar's voice rumbles above her, comforting in its controlled fury.


—— " i found gold in the wreckage "
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The shadow of a tom appears alongside Cicadastar without a sound, frown on his maw and orange eyes narrowed and burning forward at the tiny mewling kittens suddenly placed upon their territory. His expression does not change as he listens to the story, but there is a gnawing feeling in his stomach that has him scrutinizing it more intently than he might otherwise. Spiderfall had never crossed him as particularly paternal, he was a secretive cat and one who always looked as if they were up to something or another though he had no idea as to what or why.

It is Ashpaw's presence that has his tail lash in confused irritation, where normally he would expect her to cheerfully approach and introduce herself to the new bundles despite them being too young to understand her. Where normally he would expect her to begin prattling on about the games she would play when they are big enough, she is instead silent. Almost not even there. It's strange. It rubs him the wrong way. Smokethroat can't tell if she's cowering under their leader's tall form out of fretfulness of a possible fox on the territory or something else.

Cicadastar asks the prying questions so he remains silent for only a moment before shaking his head, "If there is a fox on the territory we'll need to figure out where and keep tabs on it." It was an obvious statement, the mottled tom was already preparing what to do about it, but he said it out loud as both a challenge and to volunteer to seek it out himself with a small patrol.
 
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GOT A HEAD FULL OF SPIDERS

Frostpaw's eyes darkened as she made her way over, her gaze landing on the bundles of fur before them-her nieces and nephews, and yet she felt her stomach churn with a wave of nausea. She felt sick, Spiderfall of all cats having kits? She feared for their safety and quickly found herself at Smokethroat's side, slightly leaning into the lead warrior while an icy gaze daggered its way onto her brother. "Let me join the patrol" she said her gaze flashing towards her mentor with a look of plea in her eyes.

She did not trust the other, not one bit. After all the pain and trouble he had caused Riverclan she had hopes for the tom to be exiled straight out here and now. He had hurt Ashpaw, and had hurt her friend, the person she cared so deeply for, Raccoonpaw and now she feared for the safety of her young relatives, born to a man who's heart had no room for love. He better have a good reason for all of this, despite the pain she felt to see her own brother be on the block to be chased out, Frostpaw felt it was a necessity. Her tail swished softly, besides, the kits had her and Smokethroat, she could protect them herself even if it cost her life family was family.
"speak""Thoughts"
 

AND A HEART THAT ISN'T HERE

Tension began to swim in the air as Cicadastar approached, putting Spiderfall on the spotlight for brining in half-clan kits into their camp and his eyes darkened slightly. More approached soon after him, Ashpaw, Smokethroat, Frostpaw and even this began to draw a crowd from others and his long ears twitched as he adjusted his slender figure noticing the gentle movement Cicadastar made to brush his tail up against Forestkit before his cold amber eyes flickered between those who approach. Shouldn't they be happy he was providing more kits to their clan? He had saved these kits from certain doomed and all they cared for was his affair with a rogue? Pathetic. Thorny vines grew tigher around the toms heart as he let a sigh slip from his maw, forming up a good lie within his head before he spoke.

"She was a loner whom I was close with before the rules were set in place for Riverclan. After the rules were placed in and my fail attempts to try and get her to join she refused, so I broke everything off and had not seen her since. Had I known she was carrying my kits I would have done better to make sure she had joined, perhaps none of this would of happened and the kits would have their mother, however they only have their father now" he placed in smoothly. Locking eyes with Cicadastar, hoping the other would fall for his lie. Of course, it would work well so he saw no reason he wouldn't pass by

Sure, more suspicion would soon to be laid onto him but he will eventually do whatever in his power to regain some form of trust within the group once more to get them off his back, and these kits would prove to be leverage, as their only known relative beside him was Frostpaw and she was too young to watch over the kits herself.
"speak""Thoughts"
 
HIS LAST BASTION OF MODERNITY

Theres voices outside, rousing Citrus from well-needed sleep, causing her to shakily get up on to her paws and stumble outside, blinking against the bright light that the sun brought forth. Mr. Cicadastar is there and his voice seems pretty angry, theres an orange puffball that cowers beneath him, oh! Babies! Immediately her eyes lit up and she trots over, a coo leaving her mouth as she watched the little ones, almost completely disregarding Spiderfall before she caught herself.

"They're sooo cute!" she complements the father with enthusiasm in her voice, still completely obsessed with just how small they were. Had she been this small? Was everyone born this small? Her eyes slide to Cicadastar and she does her best to visualize a tiny baby but to be honest it never popped in her mind and so she couldn't see it. "This ones making a funny face!" she giggles and points to Leafkity, whom had let out a loud mew of protest.

It doesn't even occur to her that almost everyone was uncomfortable, they're just so tiny and small and soft looking, gah! She makes a mental note to bring them some shells she has found, very pretty and cute ones, smaller ones, just like them!
 
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