⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ thunderclan's hearth was lit warmly with chatter, nightbird could hear her clanmates trading meals and tongues just outside the nursery. with her newfound free time, it would be good to join them, catch up on the happenings of the clan as she was tucked behind bramble. the queen had no such desires. her appetite had dried completely, the poor apprentice that arrived not long ago with a robin stuffed maw had received a sharp denial.
even so, she felt restless. claws flexing and tail twitching in tandem, it seemed her kits could feel this strange unease as well. stirring, churning. nightbird hated how she could feel them move. she sent prayer to starclan for single moment of placidity. they denied her desperation, so she sat in her nest, head resting on mismatched paws. if she could do nothing else, she could at least attempt sleep.
but that, too, was stolen. as cats moved to retreat into their dens for the night, a steely gaze was forced open. a pain unlike any battle born wound tore down her spine, ripped a sharp hiss from her throat. gentlestorm had mentioned it would be around this time, she had foolishly lost track within the monotony of the nursery walls. her chest heaved, jaws parted in a strangled pant. nightbird blinks, claws hooking into the moss of her nest. she doesn't have the will to meet anyones gaze when issuing an urgent command. "get raccoonstripe... gentlestorm." the novelties of the moments that follow are lost to a pained haze. the first kitten nudged to her side releases such a strong cry it has her ears flicking backwards, warm tabby swirled fur such a visceral image of her father's, of howlingstar's. nightbird forces her gaze away quickly. the first is not alone for long, joined by a second sibling. this one is smaller, a stark silver in contrast and yet, her mate's swirling pelt is not lost upon this one either.
two had come as gentlestorm predicted. nightbird sighs, although her mind still reeled it was one of relief. they had arrived quickly, without much fuss. just as her eyes began to shift up to raccoonstripe's, pain weaved her nerves again. she looks to the medicine cat in shock, the slightest hints of fear etching her gaze. something was wrong. it must be, she was done.
in moments, all of their assumptions were contradicted. another tabby clone of her mate makes its way into the world, followed by a spindly black scrap of fur, and lastly, a second moon-twinged tabby. her eyes widen as she counts not two, but five. something near accusatory was sent her friend's way, dulled by the exhaustion that now pulled her eyelids. the only thing left keeping her from the rest she needed was a name. with grit teeth, she looks over them again, drawing blank after blank for the names of thunderclan's newest warriors. some time passes before she can muster something up. she lingers on the darkest of the bunch, fur the obsidian shade of an angrily brewing squall. "stormkit," she mutters, eyes trailing to the silver one next to him. she could already make out the formation jagged stripes. "lightningkit," she decides, ideas running dry as she utters the name. almost helplessly, she finally looks to meet raccoonstripe's eyes. "your turn." rather unceremoniously, she invites him to give the three first born names of their own.
even so, she felt restless. claws flexing and tail twitching in tandem, it seemed her kits could feel this strange unease as well. stirring, churning. nightbird hated how she could feel them move. she sent prayer to starclan for single moment of placidity. they denied her desperation, so she sat in her nest, head resting on mismatched paws. if she could do nothing else, she could at least attempt sleep.
but that, too, was stolen. as cats moved to retreat into their dens for the night, a steely gaze was forced open. a pain unlike any battle born wound tore down her spine, ripped a sharp hiss from her throat. gentlestorm had mentioned it would be around this time, she had foolishly lost track within the monotony of the nursery walls. her chest heaved, jaws parted in a strangled pant. nightbird blinks, claws hooking into the moss of her nest. she doesn't have the will to meet anyones gaze when issuing an urgent command. "get raccoonstripe... gentlestorm." the novelties of the moments that follow are lost to a pained haze. the first kitten nudged to her side releases such a strong cry it has her ears flicking backwards, warm tabby swirled fur such a visceral image of her father's, of howlingstar's. nightbird forces her gaze away quickly. the first is not alone for long, joined by a second sibling. this one is smaller, a stark silver in contrast and yet, her mate's swirling pelt is not lost upon this one either.
two had come as gentlestorm predicted. nightbird sighs, although her mind still reeled it was one of relief. they had arrived quickly, without much fuss. just as her eyes began to shift up to raccoonstripe's, pain weaved her nerves again. she looks to the medicine cat in shock, the slightest hints of fear etching her gaze. something was wrong. it must be, she was done.
in moments, all of their assumptions were contradicted. another tabby clone of her mate makes its way into the world, followed by a spindly black scrap of fur, and lastly, a second moon-twinged tabby. her eyes widen as she counts not two, but five. something near accusatory was sent her friend's way, dulled by the exhaustion that now pulled her eyelids. the only thing left keeping her from the rest she needed was a name. with grit teeth, she looks over them again, drawing blank after blank for the names of thunderclan's newest warriors. some time passes before she can muster something up. she lingers on the darkest of the bunch, fur the obsidian shade of an angrily brewing squall. "stormkit," she mutters, eyes trailing to the silver one next to him. she could already make out the formation jagged stripes. "lightningkit," she decides, ideas running dry as she utters the name. almost helplessly, she finally looks to meet raccoonstripe's eyes. "your turn." rather unceremoniously, she invites him to give the three first born names of their own.
┌── BLAME IT ON THE BLACK STAR
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BLAME IT ON THE FALLING SKY ──┐
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ooc ↛ @RACCOONSTRIPE @GENTLESTORM @BAYINGKIT @twilightkit ⋆ @TIGERKIT @STORMKIT @LIGHTNINGKIT
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⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to none
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.