camp EUGH || morning sickness

[Spiderbloom]

Her anger has simmered since Juniperfrost was murdered, mostly because she burnt herself out on it within the remaining hours of that day. Laying near the nursery, she was mentally preparing herself to move and remain still for a while. She was idly watching the entrance, wondering what her kits would look like. Would they look like their father?

She wondered how many. How full were her paws going to be? And who.... Who would help her? It should be Juniperfrost. She was overwhelmed with bitterness at the thought.

Even moreso when she realized Jasperglare wasn't here for her either. If she ever, ever saw him again.... Somehow.... She'd kill him again out of spite.

She had no one.

Surrounded by all these cats, and she had no one. She had done so well with locking away her emotions, only for them to become so strong that she couldn't hold them back anymore. She had upset herself so much in such a short amount of time.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea but her. She righted herself, setting herself upright and groaned. She didn't feel so good...

"Gghghhh....."

Oh, she felt so HORRIBLE ALL THE SUDDEN. If she didn't know she was pregnant before, she knew now. She felt miserable and she looked miserable. Woe is she.


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[Badgermoon]

The loss of Juniperfrost lay heavily over the hollow, and no gust or gale seemed capable of blowing it away; Badgermoon wondered if blood was the only thing which could cleanse them of their sorrow. Perhaps it weighed heaviest of all on Spiderbloom, who had apparently been the fallen warrior's mate - or, at least, had had some sort of arrangement to bear his kits. But now he was gone and she was left behind, expectant and alone. It was enough to make anyone's heart ache with sympathy; certainly Badgermoon felt for the dark brown she-cat's plight. He spotted her from across camp, sitting near the nursery and looking queasy, and approached on careful speckled paws, yellow eyes flashing with concern. "Feeling sick?" he inquired in a tone he hoped was perceived as sympathetic but not pitying. "I'm sure Vulturemask has something that could settle your stomach, if you'd like me to fetch him..."

There was obviously much here left unspoken, but Badgermoon didn't feel like it was quite his place to bring it up. What could he even say, anyway? Sorry the father of your children was slaughtered in cold blood! Are you excited to raise your kits on your own? Let me know if you need help even though I have no experience as a parent and we don't know each other well. Yeah, right. Better to air on the side of tact: if she wanted to talk about It, she could bring it up.​

 

[WEASELCLAW]

Weaselclaw had not known Juniperfrost had chosen another mate since Leopardcloud had betrayed WindClan, and had been surprised to hear Spiderbloom mourn his loss as fiercely as she had. As many WindClan warriors are, the two had been stoic enough not to show public affection, but even Weaselclaw and Sootstar were obviously mates to anyone who'd looked. He looks at her, stumbling and sick with the kits growing inside her, and the mask of grief on his face is apparent to any who'd look.

No queen should have to raise their kits never knowing their father, and this would now happen to two of Juniperfrost's litter. Weaselclaw takes some solace in knowing Spiderbloom would not besmirch the blue warrior's name to his unborn kits. The tabby follows Badgermoon's lead. The black and white tom offers to fetch Vulturemask. Weaselclaw looks at the seal point queen and says, "Sootstar has had two litters. When she comes out of her den today, maybe she'll have some advice..." He doesn't add, If she comes out of her den today...​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[AMBERTAIL]

Ambertail did not mourn Juniperfrost the way that the others did, but he knew of mourning, and of the loneliness that ensued. Even if he feels no sorrow for the molly or the cruel one that had lost his life before, there is an urge to share his advice. To cope with her, if nothing else– he doesn't, of course, because his coping comes in the form of words whispered to the tunnels and quiet nights with his eyes wide open. She would not understand, just as they do not understand her. At least the others try. Badgermoon and Weaselclaw. He knows their voices, even if they do not speak in the tunnels with the rest of them. Curled up in the hollow of their camp only a small distance from the nursery's protective confines, he hears them as they offer advice and consolation and help. Ambertail merely lifts his head and turns sightless amber eyes to...stare? If it could be called as such when he makes note of nothing before him.

"My sister–" A clicking, as the tunneler swallows heavily. "My sister had to eat often, but in no more than a few mouthfuls. If you care to try it." They hadn't intended to speak of her, or anything that she had gone through, but there was no taking back the words now. Amber puts their head on their paws and pretends it had not happened anyway.

˗ˏˋ〚  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〛´ˎ˗

• ooc: —
• ──── ambertail. tunneler of windclan. nb, he or they.
  ──── adult, though precise age unlabeled as of now.
  ──── sexuality unknown. a strange windclan cryptid.
  
  ──── a tiny, yet proportionally long-limbed tortoiseshell with unfocused amber eyes. though they retain their color, ambertail is blind. those who don't know as much may be confused, and will certainly be met with dry responses from the tunneler himself.
• "speech"

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[VULTUREMASK]

" I guess this means i've gotta found myself a new test subject now." he said with a serious tone although he was joking. It might not be the most appropriate thing to say but what else was he supposed to say?. Spiderbloom situation was tragic but that was just how life was sometimes. At least she had something of Juniperfrost left even if he never would understand her choice of mate. Badgermoon had right he probably could help her with the upset stomach problem and for that he had feverfew. The only herb he had knowledge about to help for pain and aches. Unfortunately he had no experience with kitting or expecting mothers. Sootstar had went into hiding when she had given birth and he hadn't have any other patients with this issue...until now. It made his skin crawl just thinking about it. He probably should do something about this to head over to Starlingheart to ask if she knew what he was suppose to do or if she could help him when the time come but...ugh. He didn't want to. Birthing made him extremely uncomfortable. Couldn't Spiderbloom deal with this herself like Sootstar had done?. It had went well for her so he saw no reason why it wouldn't go well for Spiderbloom too...


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[Firefang]

Sootstar was the closest pregnant molly Firefang knew and watched and that wasn't saying much, she didn't talk to her about how it felt or anything just watched from afar as her leader grew bigger and bigger before popping out the clans newest rambunctious litter of kits. She wants to say she handled it with total dignity and grace and didn't have bad days or sick moments but that'd be wishful and it was naïve. She doesn't understand a thing about the pain a queen has to go through to bring new life into the clan; she would only get a glimpse of it now as she hears a low groan over her shoulder as she passed by the nursery. She'd stop in her tracks, turning her head to look towards Spiderbloom. It was hard not feeling horrible just looking at the she-cat; no one would grieve or feel his loss greater then her. She never knew they were 'close' before but that hardly mattered now, she didn't know a lot of things and didn't care to about her older clanmates personal lives long as they weren't smoochin' up no kittypets or any other clans cats they could do whatever. The one good thing is he would have a legacy, he wouldn't be forgotten only living on through a pathetic little runaway. These kits would be proper windclanners! She hopes they'll be strong like him, grow up to take the place in the clan he once held.

Her former mentor, Vulturemask along with Weaselclaw and Ambertail have already come up to her offering better words then she ever could yet she still finds herself padding closer head dipping respectfully towards her superiors and to the soon-to-be mother. ❝If you need water or beddin' or anythin' I dun mind ❞ she can't really tell if she's feeling ill or just dealing with grief either way she's sure she'd need some help and Firefang didn't mind at all. It felt better to get out of camp lately, the atmosphere just wore on her spirit. ​

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonkit's feelings towards Juniperfrost and his death were complicated. Some moments she's contented with knowing that he's in StarClan now, chasing an endless array of bunnies and mice. And some moments, she wonders why he died, why RiverClan chose to massacre a respected member of the strongest Clan around, why his corpse was so... lifeless. Red. She remembers murmuring something of a prayer to his body and hoping that it'd reach him in the stars, but all the while only finding frustration in her curiosity.

Perhaps it's for the better that she doesn't quite understand Spiderbloom's sorrows, then. Maybe it'll be easier for her to process in a moon or two, when the warrior's kittens are born and she's more capable to put two and two together.

For now, however, the lively kitten only joins the barrage of warriors because her father is amongst them. She abandons the safety of the nursery with ease, knowing that she's far safer and more comforted as she settles in beside Weaselclaw. She follows the gazes of the others, finding that they land on the morose Spiderbloom. She purses her lips for a second, tail twitching, before she decides to pitch a, "Y'don't look so good," unhelpfully towards the brown furred she-cat.​