camp My hearts over ice || pregernanent, moving dens

[Lilacbird]

do you wanna know how it feels ​

Backwritten//

Lilacbird always had time in her day to help queens. New ones who just found out they were carrying offspring- future warriors who would grow the clan. Bringing them food, new bedding, an ear to talk to.

She has spent the last few moons blossoming her relationship with her fellow warriors. Growing new relationships, expressing herself and learning about the truths that they held. Not stories of what she thought they were like. Too scared to even speak to them, scared to get close. But she was happier to say the least. Forming these relationships with her classmates gave her a reason to fight for them. Gave her some type of confidence she was not used to.

But she never thought so soon she would join the queens in their den. Her stomach had been swelling, her appetite had been diminishing. But.. she didn't believe there was any possibility that that was happening. Because that would mean..

That would mean these bundles in her were dusts. And she couldn't bare the thought that they were his. She liked him. A lot, really. But he has been part of the rogues that stole Shellkit from them. That had murdered her clanmates. She could not bare the thought that she would love a villain.

She has only spoke to one other cat of her wary troubles. Silverbreath held her secrets as tightly as she would ever hold his. These kittens, they were a rogues who has abandoned her fruitless efforts. She had hoped that one day he would be able to join her side in the clan- she had hoped she could have a true family.

But that is not what her luck would provide. He had merely been using her. He probably needed information from her. But the pain in his eyes when he seen her… was that thought to try to push him away really true?

She didn't want to say she was waddling, it was such a funny word- but as she moved, her belly seemed to get in the way of her legs. Therefore she was doing just that as she gripped her moss from the warriors den between teeth, anxiously dragging it towards the nursery.

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do you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me

she/her ⋆ 30 moons old ⋆ lilac tortie with blue eyes ⋆ information

 

[Moonbeam]

Although Moonpaw had yet to learn how to tell pregnancy early on it was hard not to notice now the way Lilacbird walked, the way she wasn't eating as much yet despite this was still growing wider each day. She had been on the verge of talking with the other, of seeing how she was faring and to try to get her to go to the nursery willingly for too much longer of going out of camp and running around with the warriors she knew could cause more harm than good but it seemed as though she wouldn't have to. Whether it be by natural instinct or the fact that the now-queen before her was tired of not being able to keep up with those around her she had decided to drag her nest towards the nursery and as quickly as Moonpaw saw this scene before her unfold she was moving towards the older feline, offering a small smile as she aimed to grab the other side of the nest to help her pick it up rather than drag it towards the nursery.

"I'll help you find a good spot, okay?" She was only hoping that she wasn't intruding on something Lilacbird wanted to do on her own, the ever-helpful moggie could try and help too much at times but she'd rather not let an expecting queen lay in debris if she could help it, carrying the nest so that it was in the nursery quicker and was left cleaner than dragging it through potential twigs and rocks.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 11 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Squirrelspark]

Squirrelspark lifted her head from where she lay in her nest, her green eyes blinking open to see Lilacbird dragging moss from her former nest. Scrambling to her paws, Squirrelspark padded over to the queen and gently took the moss from her, her green eyes seeming to say Let me help as she slipped outside of the warriors den and padded gracefully towards the nursery, the moss gripped in her jaws. As the dark-ginger-and-white warrior returned to the warriors' den, Squirrelspark this time gripped some of the moss beneath her chin all the while carrying more in between her jaws. Blinking warmly at Lilacbird and Moonpaw, she headed back toward the nursery. Kits were always a good omen, and Squirrelspark hoped for the best for Lilacbird and her kits.

 

[SMOKESTAR]

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The nursery would be bursting with life soon, he is both worried over how many mouths will need to be fed soon and also extremely excited by the clan's growth already. Newleaf had blessed them with plentiful prey and full bellies though some were more full in a different way than most. His dark head loomed around the mouth of the den as he peered inside, not wanting to crowd it further as there were already several queens and now Moonpaw and Squirrelspawk present inside pulling a nest into place and he quickly realized it was Lilacbird who was the one carrying - it was very easy to tell at a glance.
"I don't recall if I told you but congratulations. If you need anything let us know. I am more than happy to put the apprentices to work."
Especially since several would be warriors within the next moon, might as well get the bullying of them out of the way now since they'd be busy with other duties then.

✘ I've got a reputation and a name to uphold. ✘ Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.

• OOC can go here.
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  Smokestar
  —⊰⋅ Leader of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ Black tom w/vitiligo & one orange eye.
  

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[HOUNDSTRIDE.]

He'd always met the idea of kittens with this sort'f. . . sickly unease. Queasy-like, as if he was about to heave up his guts and start to shrivel. He doesn't know why it feels so wrong to him. Maybe just the anatomy of his body. Maybe that he'd grown used to toms like him not havin' a place in the nursery. Even if he'd be capable of it, the thought of doing it? Downright terrifying. He liked to avoid thoughts of kittens and queens. He skipped by the nursery most days, content to let his kinder clanmates deal with the kittens and their care. Occasionally he'd be forced into it, like this moment now. He doesn't crowd either, but this one's less out of respect for Lilacbird and more fear. He scoffs at the back of Smokestar's dark head: "You'll need 'em out fishing with all these new kits." Newleaf, prime time to have kittens. Disgusting.

𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐓: 𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊.  ╱ ( 𝑬𝑿𝑰𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑳𝑬𝑻 ) 〚 03.11.2024 〛 𓆟༝ ˚ ｡ ⋆｡˚ ༝ • .𓆝

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• 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄. HE - HIM - HIS. PRODIGAL WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. ————— mauled by a fox moons ago and has the scars to prove it. though his wounds are healed, nothing can rid him of that pain.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a lean chocolate tabby with lime green eyes. the scars that had once been limited to the bridge of his nose now shatter and expand across that entire side of his face, up to a ripped ear and down to his shoulder and front right leg. it is somewhat difficult for him to put his weight on that paw at odd angles, and he gets grumpy after a long while of walking, but it does not inhibit him terribly.

• "speech"

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[Silverbreath]

*+:｡.｡ It was difficult not to look at Lilacbird and see the horror that never quite faded fully from her eyes since that day. His chest tightened whenever he caught a glimpse of her belly, knowing that the little lives growing within owed half of their existence to a cat that had tried to kill and steal from Lilacfur's clan. When had his friend fallen in love with a loner? Why? Of all the cats to steal her heart, why'd she have to pick someone so dangerous? The kits, he was certain, would grow up ok. With a mom like Lilacbird they were fated for a loving life...but what about her? His best friend...Starclan, it didn't take a genius to know why she avoided eating.

Keeping his mouth carefully sealed on the matter, though, he'd step up quietly beside Houndstride. He wasn't fond of the fact that his expression mirrored his clanmate's, though he did find enough amusement over the fact to quirk a nervous smile. "Perhaps we can set the first example for them and lead the first hunting patrol in Lilacbird's honor, ey Houndstride?" the silver tabby would mew, nodding his angular nose towards the camp entrance, invitation to escape wide open. He should probably talk to Lilacbird but...what was he supposed to say?

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/15/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☮ Silverbreath
  ☮ DMAB— He/Him — Bisexual
  ☮ 35 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☮ Father to Carp-paw, Mentoring Goldenpaw
  ☮ Riverclan — Warrior
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☮Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☮ Attack in bold #7d7d7d
  injuries: None currently

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[RIVERPAW]

༝ ˚ ｡⋆ 𓇼 ⋆｡ ˚ ༝   He says it before he can really think about it: "There's more?" His voice squeaks from inside the nursery, loud enough that even the cats outside of it can hear. Lilacbird is making a nest. He's learned through the course of his moons within this den that this is what cats do before kittens arrive. Of course he doesn't know anything about the circumstances of these kits. He'd tried to bury his– that cat from his mind, and everything that happened with it. Lichentail. He still felt so small. They'd saved him and they'd saved Shellkit, and what after that?

More kittens. More danger. A bigger, meaner realization that staying in here was scary because it meant there were more to protect, and less cats to do the protecting. Within the den, Riverkit rubs his paw over his eyes. He tries to hide the fact that there are suddenly tears in there, for reasons he doesn't quite understand. "I'll help too," he assures Lilacbird, as if there is anything at all that he could help with but knead his paws into the moss.

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𓇼 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀

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• "speech"
• 𓆟. ° .• .𓆝 .• ° . 𓆟  𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐓. HE ╱ THEY. KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING x ﹖ NEPHEW TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ———
  
  
  ——  a messy blue tabby with low white. though small and slimmed down by the chill, riverkit's thick coat will bounce back with time and love. the fragility beneath his fur will dissipate with time. though currently stocky as most kittens are, he will gain some semblance of delicate stature with age. with a steady diet, riverkit may begin to fit into the clan he's so proudly named for.

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