- Oct 17, 2023
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Day by day, Ebonylight seemed to grow bigger and bigger.
They would've liked it if it was in height, or in their muscles and claws, but it is what it is.
More and more, though, the reality of being pregnant sinks in. As their stomach grows, so does this irritating feeling of vulnerability. Ebonylight prided themself on being someone no one could hurt, not easily, anyway. They kept their claws and mind sharp, their body coiled in waiting within the shadows - watchful and ready for the right opportunity to strike; always confident in their ability to never under or over-estimate their enemy or themselves. But all those moons of planning and training were thrown right off the bluff when they found they could barely walk straight! How could one claim to be a powerful warrior - a damned moor runner - when now all they could do was shuffle along like an elder ready to croak! Nothing was more undignified than their rounded belly swinging against their gait, their breath coming out in huffing puffs from the new weight of little lives growing in them.
That was the worst part.
Blamed wholly on trespassing hormones, surely, they found that this sense of anxiety for their safety now extended towards the unknown things in their gut. No better than parasites, and yet Ebonylight found themselves tucking their tail over their stomach like some timid rose squeezing its petals shut against a harsh breeze. They even caught themselves once actually flinching when a warrior nearly crashed into them - into their belly, as if Ebonylight even cared what happened to the creatures they couldn't wait to unburden themself from soon.
Sure, the pregnancy hadn't entirely been an accident. Although Ebonylight was still surprised with how quickly it all happened, they had still happily spoken to Nightingalecall about the prospect of the two helping to add more claws to Windclan's mighty ranks. They figured it'd earn them some points among their clanmates, maybe even some with Sootstar herself for taking initiative. A naive thought from a still rather young feline, but Ebonylight didn't regret it. They loved Nightingalecall, and they loved even more that the molly had chosen the correct path in keeping to Windclan- and it was rather nice that she did so for Ebonylight rather than just Sootstar...although arguably it could've been more for the kits than even themself.
Although, truthfully, for all Ebonylight's resentfulness, they couldn't help a smile to themselves as they plopped down heavily onto a drier patch of soil by the nursery entrance. The sun's rays were weak, but hopefully, their dark pelt would be enough to gather what few sparks of heat the dying sun would provide. As they lay there they began to wonder with a twinkle in their eye if their children would also share Ebonylight's shadowy coat. They pictured little versions of themself running around Windclan, coats darker than the night "Maybe I'll call one of you DeadSunkit" Ebonylight snickered, rolling onto their back to expose their paler hued belly to the light.
Or maybe little silvery children, bathed in moonlight like their mother. "NightingaleJuniorkit" Ebonylight snickered, enjoying teasing these ideas and the blurry images of tiny faces they'd soon get to meet. It always amused Ebonylight the clans' custom of two-part names, and how anything could be a name so long as you add a -kit to the end. Although Ebonylight seemed to be determined to bend the rules on 'anything'.
Lifting their gaze, they'd spot a fluffy young feline close by - a small thing made mostly of clouds and cotton puffs bouncing along the breeze. An apprentice, by the size of them, and perhaps one who'd soon be stuck caring for Ebonylight as they're surely tasked to replace Ebby's nest or give them a scrap of prey they now only needed to be pregnant to earn. "Hey, Downypaw" they always made sure to remember names and faces, even if they rarely ever spoke to the cats - points, and all that. "What do you think about the name LittleEbonyNightingalekit - too long?" they ask with a playful smile.
@downypaw
Day by day, Ebonylight seemed to grow bigger and bigger.
They would've liked it if it was in height, or in their muscles and claws, but it is what it is.
More and more, though, the reality of being pregnant sinks in. As their stomach grows, so does this irritating feeling of vulnerability. Ebonylight prided themself on being someone no one could hurt, not easily, anyway. They kept their claws and mind sharp, their body coiled in waiting within the shadows - watchful and ready for the right opportunity to strike; always confident in their ability to never under or over-estimate their enemy or themselves. But all those moons of planning and training were thrown right off the bluff when they found they could barely walk straight! How could one claim to be a powerful warrior - a damned moor runner - when now all they could do was shuffle along like an elder ready to croak! Nothing was more undignified than their rounded belly swinging against their gait, their breath coming out in huffing puffs from the new weight of little lives growing in them.
That was the worst part.
Blamed wholly on trespassing hormones, surely, they found that this sense of anxiety for their safety now extended towards the unknown things in their gut. No better than parasites, and yet Ebonylight found themselves tucking their tail over their stomach like some timid rose squeezing its petals shut against a harsh breeze. They even caught themselves once actually flinching when a warrior nearly crashed into them - into their belly, as if Ebonylight even cared what happened to the creatures they couldn't wait to unburden themself from soon.
Sure, the pregnancy hadn't entirely been an accident. Although Ebonylight was still surprised with how quickly it all happened, they had still happily spoken to Nightingalecall about the prospect of the two helping to add more claws to Windclan's mighty ranks. They figured it'd earn them some points among their clanmates, maybe even some with Sootstar herself for taking initiative. A naive thought from a still rather young feline, but Ebonylight didn't regret it. They loved Nightingalecall, and they loved even more that the molly had chosen the correct path in keeping to Windclan- and it was rather nice that she did so for Ebonylight rather than just Sootstar...although arguably it could've been more for the kits than even themself.
Although, truthfully, for all Ebonylight's resentfulness, they couldn't help a smile to themselves as they plopped down heavily onto a drier patch of soil by the nursery entrance. The sun's rays were weak, but hopefully, their dark pelt would be enough to gather what few sparks of heat the dying sun would provide. As they lay there they began to wonder with a twinkle in their eye if their children would also share Ebonylight's shadowy coat. They pictured little versions of themself running around Windclan, coats darker than the night "Maybe I'll call one of you DeadSunkit" Ebonylight snickered, rolling onto their back to expose their paler hued belly to the light.
Or maybe little silvery children, bathed in moonlight like their mother. "NightingaleJuniorkit" Ebonylight snickered, enjoying teasing these ideas and the blurry images of tiny faces they'd soon get to meet. It always amused Ebonylight the clans' custom of two-part names, and how anything could be a name so long as you add a -kit to the end. Although Ebonylight seemed to be determined to bend the rules on 'anything'.
Lifting their gaze, they'd spot a fluffy young feline close by - a small thing made mostly of clouds and cotton puffs bouncing along the breeze. An apprentice, by the size of them, and perhaps one who'd soon be stuck caring for Ebonylight as they're surely tasked to replace Ebby's nest or give them a scrap of prey they now only needed to be pregnant to earn. "Hey, Downypaw" they always made sure to remember names and faces, even if they rarely ever spoke to the cats - points, and all that. "What do you think about the name LittleEbonyNightingalekit - too long?" they ask with a playful smile.
@downypaw
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GENERAL:
☆ Ebonylight
☆ DFAB— He/They/She — Pansexual
☆ 16 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
☆ Mentored by X
☆ Windclan — Moor-runner (Loyalist)
COMBAT:
☆ Physically hard | mentally hard
☆ Attack in bold black
injuries: None currently
☆ Currently 1 moon pregnant!
