- Mar 23, 2024
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The clouds dappled the heavens and the light breeze of the morning ruffled her coat. Her cold chambray gaze drifted towards the apprentice den, giving herself a moment before she gathered the child of Lichenstar and Hazecloud. Gladefrost takes a moment as moves to her paws and treads past the elder's den, glancing inside as she watched as the others mingled and her gaze dropped to the prey they shared. The seconds after following in pursuit are a disaster for her mentally and physically. Her stomach tosses and turns at the sight of the prey - it feels as if she was feeling herself being the prey they chewed on. The chewing of the meat, licking of lips and everything made her sick to her stomach.
Glade's stomach churns and seconds later, she pukes. Her lips purse as she sluggishly moves to the shallow waters, lapping at the water to remove to horrible taste of bile in her mouth. This scene seemed all too familiar, and it reminded her of someone - Robinheart. Her heart stops for a moment and she realizes that she has been putting on weight more than usual: her muscular frame slowly becoming round in the stomach area. Was that why she was so tired recently? Was she... pregnant? Glade instantly thinks of Slateheart and she wonders if any of them would look like him, just like Robin and Brook's kits were perfect mirrors of each other?
She puts a paw to her mouth as tears prick at her eyes that she disguises between a powerful squint. I believe we're going to have kits, my moon. The warrior thinks and she can't help but hate herself. They would never grow to know their father and it was a selfish reason in the end - she'd grown to love someone who wasn't from Riverclan. Regardless of if she tried, her heart and thoughts were constantly filled with the obsidian tom that ran across the moors. She was obsessed with seeing his gaze that reminded her of the forest and trying to balance her mentor duties, especially with Twinklepaw slacking. Gladefrost could only hope that she could train Eveningpaw better before she had to be sent to the nursery.
Glade's stomach churns and seconds later, she pukes. Her lips purse as she sluggishly moves to the shallow waters, lapping at the water to remove to horrible taste of bile in her mouth. This scene seemed all too familiar, and it reminded her of someone - Robinheart. Her heart stops for a moment and she realizes that she has been putting on weight more than usual: her muscular frame slowly becoming round in the stomach area. Was that why she was so tired recently? Was she... pregnant? Glade instantly thinks of Slateheart and she wonders if any of them would look like him, just like Robin and Brook's kits were perfect mirrors of each other?
She puts a paw to her mouth as tears prick at her eyes that she disguises between a powerful squint. I believe we're going to have kits, my moon. The warrior thinks and she can't help but hate herself. They would never grow to know their father and it was a selfish reason in the end - she'd grown to love someone who wasn't from Riverclan. Regardless of if she tried, her heart and thoughts were constantly filled with the obsidian tom that ran across the moors. She was obsessed with seeing his gaze that reminded her of the forest and trying to balance her mentor duties, especially with Twinklepaw slacking. Gladefrost could only hope that she could train Eveningpaw better before she had to be sent to the nursery.