- Jan 7, 2023
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The gathering was tonight, the moon full and there is no rising howl of wolves to shatter the peaceful silence anymore - like several of their clanmates they are now quiet. She was born on such a night, not in ThunderClan camp as she was supposed to be but upon SkyClan territory in her mother's frantic bid to have kits away from a medicine cat she didn't trust. How similar they were now, Moonwhisper felt the urge to follow in her pawsteps, away from the cat she didn't want near her during her most vulnerable moments but unlike Little Wolf she had nowhere else to go; she was a ThunderClanner only, there was no second clan to hold part of her heart as it once did when they were kits. The tortie point shifts uncomfortably, with so many queens the den was cramped and she felt smothered and overheated, it was awkward feeling so strange in her own body; the additional weight and occasional pain a reminder of what was to come. Perhaps sooner than she expected. She rises to stand with a wince, discomfort rippling across her pelt as she steps carefully to the mouth of the den out into the camp itself with the intention to get something to drink and enjoy the crisp night air when a sharp pain makes her hackles raise and claws flex into the ground; briefly she thinks she's being attacked, her mind envisioning sharp teeth line in a pointed maw - a wolf bearing down on her defenseless and in the open, but eventually she realizes its her stomach. Another pain, sharper, more prolonged in its agony, makes her settle down to sit outside with hunched shoulders and a bowed head. Surely the kits weren't coming now, Roeflame was pregnant a little longer than she was so naturally she should be having hers first right? Moonwhisper's ice blue gaze darts around the camp for help, for anyone, briefly she glances at the medicine cat's den and her maw parts, "Berry-", before she catches herself and grits her teeth.
A shadow flits across her vision, she is doubled over in pain now and not entirely aware of who it was but she hears them whisper frantically, 'Get Gentlestorm!'
No. Do not get him.
She doesn't want him near her, she doesn't want him to touch her, his paws brought only death to her family and she will not allow her kits to be risked. "Lightstrike-" It's quiet at first before she lets her yowl rise into a shout proper, "Lightstrike!" She had never once mentioned him as her mate prior, it was no ones business, it was their business only, but she wanted him here right now. She wanted him at her side where he'd always promised to be. His stupid striped face was the only comfort she needed. Ebony claws like crescent moons curve into the ground, tear the earth under her paws as she writhes on her side beneath the blue light of the moon above basking over ThunderClan's camp hollow.
The gathering was tonight, the moon full and there is no rising howl of wolves to shatter the peaceful silence anymore - like several of their clanmates they are now quiet. She was born on such a night, not in ThunderClan camp as she was supposed to be but upon SkyClan territory in her mother's frantic bid to have kits away from a medicine cat she didn't trust. How similar they were now, Moonwhisper felt the urge to follow in her pawsteps, away from the cat she didn't want near her during her most vulnerable moments but unlike Little Wolf she had nowhere else to go; she was a ThunderClanner only, there was no second clan to hold part of her heart as it once did when they were kits. The tortie point shifts uncomfortably, with so many queens the den was cramped and she felt smothered and overheated, it was awkward feeling so strange in her own body; the additional weight and occasional pain a reminder of what was to come. Perhaps sooner than she expected. She rises to stand with a wince, discomfort rippling across her pelt as she steps carefully to the mouth of the den out into the camp itself with the intention to get something to drink and enjoy the crisp night air when a sharp pain makes her hackles raise and claws flex into the ground; briefly she thinks she's being attacked, her mind envisioning sharp teeth line in a pointed maw - a wolf bearing down on her defenseless and in the open, but eventually she realizes its her stomach. Another pain, sharper, more prolonged in its agony, makes her settle down to sit outside with hunched shoulders and a bowed head. Surely the kits weren't coming now, Roeflame was pregnant a little longer than she was so naturally she should be having hers first right? Moonwhisper's ice blue gaze darts around the camp for help, for anyone, briefly she glances at the medicine cat's den and her maw parts, "Berry-", before she catches herself and grits her teeth.
A shadow flits across her vision, she is doubled over in pain now and not entirely aware of who it was but she hears them whisper frantically, 'Get Gentlestorm!'
No. Do not get him.
She doesn't want him near her, she doesn't want him to touch her, his paws brought only death to her family and she will not allow her kits to be risked. "Lightstrike-" It's quiet at first before she lets her yowl rise into a shout proper, "Lightstrike!" She had never once mentioned him as her mate prior, it was no ones business, it was their business only, but she wanted him here right now. She wanted him at her side where he'd always promised to be. His stupid striped face was the only comfort she needed. Ebony claws like crescent moons curve into the ground, tear the earth under her paws as she writhes on her side beneath the blue light of the moon above basking over ThunderClan's camp hollow.
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Ooc- This takes place DURING the gathering! Anyone can have been the cat to fetch Gentlestorm!
@LIGHTSTRIKE . & @GENTLESTORM
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—⊰⋅ Warrior of ThunderClan
—⊰⋅ She/Her
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ LH Tortiseshell point w/ice blue eyes