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TW FOR CHILDBIRTH, DEATH AND BLOOD. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
Seconds, minutes, day and weeks passed with a breeze. She'd never expected herself to be pregnant until she could no longer stomach her food and the morning sickness hit her like a boat. Gladefrost knew that her love for Slateheart was a forbidden one and the guilty gnawed at her, especially once she could no longer hide her pregnancy, a mistake, but she'd been honorable her whole life. Would her children have to grow hated by their clan, much like Splashdance received hate for being of another clan? What if they harmed her children just as easily as Beefang murdered Roepaw's father and banished Swiftfire? Every day was a war of moral and love: a love for her clan and Slateheart, the morals of confessing her sin of her wrongdoings. Thus, the guilt caved, and she confessed indirectly to Robinheart without saying the extent of her sins.
Her response? Everyone makes mistakes… you don’t have to tell me your mistake, but just know that it would not change how much I care for you. And how much I will love and care for your children.
Seeking solace from constant worry, she found refuge in those words and sought her beloved under the next moon. While the full moon shone above them, they deliberated over names for their kittens, considering both the reasons and the people they would be named after. Among his favorites were a couple of names - one inspired by her, Moon, and the other honoring his sister, Ashpaw. Love gleamed in her chambray eyes as she contemplated names and the cats they would be named after. Her list? Among the individuals she held in high regard and admired were Robinheart, Magpiepaw, Frecklepaw, Lichenstar, and a few others. His list? It consisted of those close to him, ranging from Lilypaw (who sadly died by Duskclan), his two mothers and brother and Windclan based names.
As the sun slowly raised over the horizon, the star-crossed lovers promised under the fading moon and stars to meet before the kittens came again. It would be moons before she would lay her gaze upon her mate once more and Gladefrost wished to have one last goodbye until they met again. Mismatched paws carry herself to the neutral ground of the territory, having found an excuse to leave her escort, her nature cautious in case Dimmingsun had found them again. The moon lightens the area and the sight of her mate comes in sight, her ears instantly perking in happiness as she calls out, ”S-Slateheart!” The heavily pregnant queen calls out with a bright smile tracing her lips as she moves forward and bumps her head against his chin with a purr.
With the loss of Magpiepaw and Frecklepaw's assessment coming up, she had been drowning. He was her breath of air after such a difficult time and she wraps her plumed tail around his, ”I missed you, my moon. I look like a bubble, huh?” Gladefrost would inquire with a giggle as she feels a light kick and she gasps in surprise and shoots a glance at the tom-cat with a bright grin. ”Huh, they seem to be saying hi, my love!” Her voice was light and filled with laughter for the first time since the death of her sibling as she leans against Slateheart. Her gaze sits on her stomach as a sharp pain shoots through her stomach that causes her to wince in pain as she cripples over and forces a strained smile.
”I-I'm fine...” Glade quickly reassures as she notes the concerned expression of the Windclanner as another contraction hits her. It couldn't be, could it? The chocolate rosette tabby thinks as she tried to remember how Robinheart's and Claythorn's pregnancy went and her heart races, jumping and twirling at the thought that maybe her kittens could be coming along now. She had to get back to camp - she couldn't risk her children being treated like Splashdance, Swiftfire's kittens or getting Slateheart in trouble. Her limbs felt weak as she stiffles a cry and glances at Slateheart, her ears pinning as she spits out her next words: ”I-I think they're coming...” The skip of contractions were now steady and she leans into her mate's black and white frame for support.
Amongst the pain and the occasional rasps of Slateheart's tongue against her forehead, she focused. Her kittens refused to wait until she was home and they seemed to accept their early coming, it had been longer, if she remembered correctly for Robinheart's. Her crescent claws dug into the ground as the first kitten emerged: a bundle of blue rosette reflecting their grandfather's coat and black from their father that dyed across their coat. As she smiled and rasped her tongue across the newborn girl's coat, her chambray gaze twinkled at the memory of her father's blue coat. ”S-She looks just like a storm,” Gladefrost murmurs as she nudges the child to her stomach and whispers softly, ”Stormkit. I like that... I bet you'll be feisty just like my sibling and brave like your grandfather was...” A moment's break is short-lived as she grunts in pain, blood staining the grass as she pushed and bite into her lip to resist screaming in pain.
Minutes pass as the second born came to light, a bright reflection of Slateheart that causes her to glance at the tom-cat. ”Sh-She looks just like you, my moon...” Gladefrost murmurs as her gaze adverts back to her black and white daughter, grooming her fur to help warm her up before nudging her forth to her stomach. ”M-My little Moonkit... You look so much like your father, what am I going to do with you...?” Her whispers are weak as tiredness drags at her body yet she forces her eyes to stay open. Her paws shift closer to her body as she presses into Slateheart's dark coat for warmth as she steadies herself.
”I-I'm feeling tired... How about you name the next one...?” The umber tabby murmurs as her third child refuses to wait much longer before wanting to be introduced to the world. Blood dampens her coat as she weakly looks at her third child, a soft resembling of her coat with lighter colors and chocolate splotching across their lanky frame with white all about. Her chambray gaze watches the kitten for a moment as she slowly nudges her forth to her stomach, her eyes threatening to close as she listens to Slateheart's nervous voice name the child. Valleykit. That was a beautiful name. ”V-Valleykit... Do you like the name... your dad gave you?” Tears prick at her gaze as she knew something was wrong and she was too far for help. There was too much blood, and she still had kittens to deliver. What would happen to her children?
A soft cough leaves her body as there's a shadow of a figure in the peripheral of her vision, yet she refuses to look. Gladefrost refuses to look, even if someone were to force her to look in that direction. Contractions hit her once more and her tired body forces herself to deliver the fourth child, smaller than the others, yet similar to the third-born with her lilac coloring. Her coat's rosettes and tabby stripes resembled that of a flower or even the crops that could be found - leading her to think of a name to distract herself. ”R-Ryekit... You look like a little flower...” She finally murmurs as she nudges the chimera to her stomach amongst the other three before steeling herself for the fifth and final.
”D-Do you... want to name the last one... my moon?” Gladefrost would murmur as she notices the tears in her mate's green eyes and offers him a reassuring smile. Everything would be fine. No matter what happened, you wouldn't be alone - my love. The final kitten was soon joined in the world with a striking chocolate coat similar to hers. She uses the final bit of her strength to groom her chocolate fur to warm her up and bringing her to her stomach before allowing her head to rest after exhausting herself from birthing five kittens. Slateheart names their final daughter as Gorsekit and she smiles at the name bestowed to the small runt of her litter. Gorsekit - she was thinking of that name after Lichenstar. A memory to the woman that granted her wish to live a new life under a new name which she believed she failed everyone else. ”Gorsekit...” Glade copies with a whisper as she weakly brings her attention to Slateheart.
”I... always believed I wasn't worthy of love... until I met you...” The umber tabby would murmur as she smiles through the pain as death curls its' claws around her. ”Y-Yet even in my darkest times... you were always there with me... shining above with the moon...” Gladefrost would admit as tears stream down her cheek as she touches her nose to his, and chokes between sobs. ”I-I love you, Slateheart. You're my stars and my moon... Even if something happens to me... be strong and happ-y... for our children.” Her once vibrant gaze slowly fades as she rests her head down and her gaze drifts off to the figure that once stood by sprinkled with the stars from the Silverpelt myself. A final breath is taken as her father finally touches his nose to hers to claim her spot amongst the Silverpelt, and as a member of Starclan.
Seconds, minutes, day and weeks passed with a breeze. She'd never expected herself to be pregnant until she could no longer stomach her food and the morning sickness hit her like a boat. Gladefrost knew that her love for Slateheart was a forbidden one and the guilty gnawed at her, especially once she could no longer hide her pregnancy, a mistake, but she'd been honorable her whole life. Would her children have to grow hated by their clan, much like Splashdance received hate for being of another clan? What if they harmed her children just as easily as Beefang murdered Roepaw's father and banished Swiftfire? Every day was a war of moral and love: a love for her clan and Slateheart, the morals of confessing her sin of her wrongdoings. Thus, the guilt caved, and she confessed indirectly to Robinheart without saying the extent of her sins.
Her response? Everyone makes mistakes… you don’t have to tell me your mistake, but just know that it would not change how much I care for you. And how much I will love and care for your children.
Seeking solace from constant worry, she found refuge in those words and sought her beloved under the next moon. While the full moon shone above them, they deliberated over names for their kittens, considering both the reasons and the people they would be named after. Among his favorites were a couple of names - one inspired by her, Moon, and the other honoring his sister, Ashpaw. Love gleamed in her chambray eyes as she contemplated names and the cats they would be named after. Her list? Among the individuals she held in high regard and admired were Robinheart, Magpiepaw, Frecklepaw, Lichenstar, and a few others. His list? It consisted of those close to him, ranging from Lilypaw (who sadly died by Duskclan), his two mothers and brother and Windclan based names.
As the sun slowly raised over the horizon, the star-crossed lovers promised under the fading moon and stars to meet before the kittens came again. It would be moons before she would lay her gaze upon her mate once more and Gladefrost wished to have one last goodbye until they met again. Mismatched paws carry herself to the neutral ground of the territory, having found an excuse to leave her escort, her nature cautious in case Dimmingsun had found them again. The moon lightens the area and the sight of her mate comes in sight, her ears instantly perking in happiness as she calls out, ”S-Slateheart!” The heavily pregnant queen calls out with a bright smile tracing her lips as she moves forward and bumps her head against his chin with a purr.
With the loss of Magpiepaw and Frecklepaw's assessment coming up, she had been drowning. He was her breath of air after such a difficult time and she wraps her plumed tail around his, ”I missed you, my moon. I look like a bubble, huh?” Gladefrost would inquire with a giggle as she feels a light kick and she gasps in surprise and shoots a glance at the tom-cat with a bright grin. ”Huh, they seem to be saying hi, my love!” Her voice was light and filled with laughter for the first time since the death of her sibling as she leans against Slateheart. Her gaze sits on her stomach as a sharp pain shoots through her stomach that causes her to wince in pain as she cripples over and forces a strained smile.
”I-I'm fine...” Glade quickly reassures as she notes the concerned expression of the Windclanner as another contraction hits her. It couldn't be, could it? The chocolate rosette tabby thinks as she tried to remember how Robinheart's and Claythorn's pregnancy went and her heart races, jumping and twirling at the thought that maybe her kittens could be coming along now. She had to get back to camp - she couldn't risk her children being treated like Splashdance, Swiftfire's kittens or getting Slateheart in trouble. Her limbs felt weak as she stiffles a cry and glances at Slateheart, her ears pinning as she spits out her next words: ”I-I think they're coming...” The skip of contractions were now steady and she leans into her mate's black and white frame for support.
Amongst the pain and the occasional rasps of Slateheart's tongue against her forehead, she focused. Her kittens refused to wait until she was home and they seemed to accept their early coming, it had been longer, if she remembered correctly for Robinheart's. Her crescent claws dug into the ground as the first kitten emerged: a bundle of blue rosette reflecting their grandfather's coat and black from their father that dyed across their coat. As she smiled and rasped her tongue across the newborn girl's coat, her chambray gaze twinkled at the memory of her father's blue coat. ”S-She looks just like a storm,” Gladefrost murmurs as she nudges the child to her stomach and whispers softly, ”Stormkit. I like that... I bet you'll be feisty just like my sibling and brave like your grandfather was...” A moment's break is short-lived as she grunts in pain, blood staining the grass as she pushed and bite into her lip to resist screaming in pain.
Minutes pass as the second born came to light, a bright reflection of Slateheart that causes her to glance at the tom-cat. ”Sh-She looks just like you, my moon...” Gladefrost murmurs as her gaze adverts back to her black and white daughter, grooming her fur to help warm her up before nudging her forth to her stomach. ”M-My little Moonkit... You look so much like your father, what am I going to do with you...?” Her whispers are weak as tiredness drags at her body yet she forces her eyes to stay open. Her paws shift closer to her body as she presses into Slateheart's dark coat for warmth as she steadies herself.
”I-I'm feeling tired... How about you name the next one...?” The umber tabby murmurs as her third child refuses to wait much longer before wanting to be introduced to the world. Blood dampens her coat as she weakly looks at her third child, a soft resembling of her coat with lighter colors and chocolate splotching across their lanky frame with white all about. Her chambray gaze watches the kitten for a moment as she slowly nudges her forth to her stomach, her eyes threatening to close as she listens to Slateheart's nervous voice name the child. Valleykit. That was a beautiful name. ”V-Valleykit... Do you like the name... your dad gave you?” Tears prick at her gaze as she knew something was wrong and she was too far for help. There was too much blood, and she still had kittens to deliver. What would happen to her children?
A soft cough leaves her body as there's a shadow of a figure in the peripheral of her vision, yet she refuses to look. Gladefrost refuses to look, even if someone were to force her to look in that direction. Contractions hit her once more and her tired body forces herself to deliver the fourth child, smaller than the others, yet similar to the third-born with her lilac coloring. Her coat's rosettes and tabby stripes resembled that of a flower or even the crops that could be found - leading her to think of a name to distract herself. ”R-Ryekit... You look like a little flower...” She finally murmurs as she nudges the chimera to her stomach amongst the other three before steeling herself for the fifth and final.
”D-Do you... want to name the last one... my moon?” Gladefrost would murmur as she notices the tears in her mate's green eyes and offers him a reassuring smile. Everything would be fine. No matter what happened, you wouldn't be alone - my love. The final kitten was soon joined in the world with a striking chocolate coat similar to hers. She uses the final bit of her strength to groom her chocolate fur to warm her up and bringing her to her stomach before allowing her head to rest after exhausting herself from birthing five kittens. Slateheart names their final daughter as Gorsekit and she smiles at the name bestowed to the small runt of her litter. Gorsekit - she was thinking of that name after Lichenstar. A memory to the woman that granted her wish to live a new life under a new name which she believed she failed everyone else. ”Gorsekit...” Glade copies with a whisper as she weakly brings her attention to Slateheart.
”I... always believed I wasn't worthy of love... until I met you...” The umber tabby would murmur as she smiles through the pain as death curls its' claws around her. ”Y-Yet even in my darkest times... you were always there with me... shining above with the moon...” Gladefrost would admit as tears stream down her cheek as she touches her nose to his, and chokes between sobs. ”I-I love you, Slateheart. You're my stars and my moon... Even if something happens to me... be strong and happ-y... for our children.” Her once vibrant gaze slowly fades as she rests her head down and her gaze drifts off to the figure that once stood by sprinkled with the stars from the Silverpelt myself. A final breath is taken as her father finally touches his nose to hers to claim her spot amongst the Silverpelt, and as a member of Starclan.