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Pearlkit. Their firstborn, was named Pearlkit. They were officially parents now. It's not like they weren't before, but it felt more tangible, real. Now that Pearlkit wiggled around his beloveds belly. He can't help himself from drawing closer, careful not to get in the way of his older brother. After all, he didn't know what to do during these times. All he could do was watch as his love cried out in pain, helpless. Oh, how he was riddled with guilt. They all wanted to start their own family, but to see Oddgleam in agony? However, the mews of their firstborn drew him away from such thoughts. He hadn't looked too closely at Pearlkit initially.
It was evident that Pearlkit took after him. Their fur both black as night, however their son bore his father's white patches. Though, one could argue that Pearlkit took after his white spots as well. They would be wrong in that assumption, given Crowsight hadn't been born with the white spots he bore now. As much as he desires to hold their son, he must be patient. In the meantime he presses against Owlheart, linking their tails together. "We're really parents now," he whispers to his star.
Another cry soon echoes within the den. It is their second kit. Oh. They look just like you my love. Small too. Will they have the legs of Windclan? There's gotta be something under that fur. A puffball. A small chuff escapes his maw. He knows he shouldn't laugh at their child, but he can't help it. They were quite small and all that long fur was doing them no justice. Even though they would look like a walking puffball for a time, he adored their second born all the same. How could he not? You'll look just as dashing as your father, just give it some time. Maybe you'll be the most nimble warrior Skyclan has seen.
What breaks his thoughts is a nudge from Owlheart. Wh? Hazel eyes shift from red to calico. Oddgleam, one of his beloveds is looking at him expectantly. Owlheart, ever the reliable whispers to him what their love has asked of him. Eyes widen in surprise. I name this one? His gaze leaves his mates to the blue smoke. The answer is obvious. He can think of no better name for this kit. "Cuckookit." It is a homage to their beloved, Oddgleam. The very cat this kitten took after, but it is also for their resemblance to the color of cuckoos.
(ELABORATE ON THE CUCKOO SILLY MOMENT WITH ODD)
Blood makes his fur bristle. There shouldn't be on their loves white fur. However, his brother's presence is enough to ground him from doing anything silly. Fireflyglow will make sure Oddgleam and the kits are alright. He will do his absolute best. Trust in your older brother. Regardless, he can't help but shift in place with unease. Hazel eyes briefly lock with amber, nodding in agreement with Oddgleams decision for Owlheart to name the third squirming kit.
(MORNINGKIT MOMENT HERE OOOPSIE)
A fourth kit quickly follows. The last one... Thank Starclan. It's over our love. Four kittens. We have four little morsels. He is not upset that their last kit would be given a name from the two most important cats of his life. Brightkit? A fond smile is etched on his maw watching Brightkit cry. A kit that shared a resemblance between his sun and star. A wonderful and stunning blend of them both. Indeed, this child was bright. With the way they cried out and swiped the air in defiance, he could tell that this one would be quite the pawful. However, seconds later when they settled and began kneading the belly of their father... Just like Owlie. Kind. Pft. Kind and troublesome. You'll make me lose a bit a sleep, won't you?
The three of them had expected this to be the end. He has become Oddgleam's fluffy pillow as their kits squirm. It is only when the calico jolts that he turns and sees fear in those lovely wet eyes. There is nothing he can do. He is no medicine cat. He doesn't know what to give Oddgleam to soothe him. What to give to stop the bleeding. Fear begins to grip him, the black smoke rises to his paws and looks towards Fireflyglow helplessly, "Everything will be okay? Right?"
What happens next is a blur. If Owlheart takes his place as a pillow, or if his family tries to settle him down... He has no clue. Fear drowns rationality. Crowsight does not prevent his older brother from helping his mate, or anyone really. All he can do is ask if everything will be okay endlessly, while hazel eyes dart around the den haphazardly.
A loud cry followed by wails stops him from his worried frenzy. The black smoke turns slowly to see another small bundle. What? Ears flick hearing his name and the request from his exhausted mate. The question of is it over is left unanswered by him. He hopes that this is the last and no more surprises occur. Five kittens. They only expected three or four maximum. Five? It is still unreal that the last... What he hopes is the last kitten squirms. Big black paws guide him to where he is meant to be.
His dark frame looms over the last of their kits to grace this earth. A stoic expression remains plastered on his face, hazel eyes stare intently at the squirming kit. If one could consider it a kit. You're mostly paws aren't you? Big white paws cover the kits face, and for a moment, Crowsight remains frozen.
Blurs of black and brown fur invade his mind, a memory from long ago failing in clarity. And yet, even though he can not remember what he saw, he can remember the feelings.
Warmth. Yes, the warmth of his littermates and of his mother. Was I like this? Hazel eyes shift to his mates and each squirming bundle. Pearlkit. Cuckookit. Morningkit. Brightkit. And you...
A small smile curls from his lips, as he watches big white paws draw away from this kit's face. Oh. What he sees is a mirror. This kit, reminds him all too well of himself. Though I was more a puffball than you. Cuckookit beat you at that. I had big paws too, but they looked short with how much fur I had. You better thank your father for that. Don't bully Cuckookit too much over it.
Then, a wave of sadness engulfs his heart. Memories of amber of blood begin to surface. The scars on his eye begins to burn, and yet... He feels no hatred.
"Howlingstar was murdered by one of our very clanmates...her own grandson, Skyclaw."
You killed Blazestar too, didn't you? It is wrong. He knows it. To feel empathy towards a kin slayer. Nevertheless, he understands. Skyclaw... His brother, was no doubt a tom who committed henious crimes. Very few would forgive such him. Crowsight was not daft. However, he understood the cost of lies. It was because of a lie, his brother became the tom he was. There was love behind the act, but he can't help but feel enraged thinking about it himself.
There had been a time his own mother hid who his real father was. Perhaps there was an aspect of love, but he understood it was denied mostly for herself. She didn't want to remember those days or that monster. She may have been able to run from it, but him? He believed for many moons he was a monster as well. He denied his ties and focused solely on training. He was not the son of Doeblaze, an honorable warrior. He was the son of a monster. It enraged him that he couldn't escape his fate, his blood. What made Crowsight any different than Skyclaw?
Skyclaw, unlike him, had two parents who loved him more than anything. He saw agony within Blazestar's eyes when he looked beyond the pines. Often, he'd catch Fireflyglow looking in the direction of the oak forest. Howlingfire could be caught from time to time as well. All of them loved Skyclaw. However, it was because of love Skyclaw became the way he was as well. They believed they knew what was right for him and they paid for it in blood.
"You like bringing up the dead enough, I can send you to just the right place to commune with them yourself."
That still hasn't changed Skyclaw. I will always think of them. I will still think of you, Skyclaw. My brother. The phantom of claws that have constricted his heart, ache. He doesn't fear it, instead he welcomes it. The landscape of his heart is a never ending winter after all. If Skyclaw still desired to send him to the right place to commune with them himself, he would like to see him try. We still haven't had our next battle. We've got a score to settle! This time, when I win, I want to know you. For now, I hope you don't mind too much.
"Ravenkit." Perhaps his siblings would sigh. Of course their bird loving brother would name another child after a bird. There was a limit y'know?! However, their son would be named with a desire in mind. Ravens were playful and smart. Similar to crows in many ways. However, it was a scarce sight to see one resting. Almost always they soared freely in the grand sky.
Freedom. He wished for their son to be unburdened by blood, unlike the tom he had been named for.
Pearlkit. Their firstborn, was named Pearlkit. They were officially parents now. It's not like they weren't before, but it felt more tangible, real. Now that Pearlkit wiggled around his beloveds belly. He can't help himself from drawing closer, careful not to get in the way of his older brother. After all, he didn't know what to do during these times. All he could do was watch as his love cried out in pain, helpless. Oh, how he was riddled with guilt. They all wanted to start their own family, but to see Oddgleam in agony? However, the mews of their firstborn drew him away from such thoughts. He hadn't looked too closely at Pearlkit initially.
It was evident that Pearlkit took after him. Their fur both black as night, however their son bore his father's white patches. Though, one could argue that Pearlkit took after his white spots as well. They would be wrong in that assumption, given Crowsight hadn't been born with the white spots he bore now. As much as he desires to hold their son, he must be patient. In the meantime he presses against Owlheart, linking their tails together. "We're really parents now," he whispers to his star.
Another cry soon echoes within the den. It is their second kit. Oh. They look just like you my love. Small too. Will they have the legs of Windclan? There's gotta be something under that fur. A puffball. A small chuff escapes his maw. He knows he shouldn't laugh at their child, but he can't help it. They were quite small and all that long fur was doing them no justice. Even though they would look like a walking puffball for a time, he adored their second born all the same. How could he not? You'll look just as dashing as your father, just give it some time. Maybe you'll be the most nimble warrior Skyclan has seen.
What breaks his thoughts is a nudge from Owlheart. Wh? Hazel eyes shift from red to calico. Oddgleam, one of his beloveds is looking at him expectantly. Owlheart, ever the reliable whispers to him what their love has asked of him. Eyes widen in surprise. I name this one? His gaze leaves his mates to the blue smoke. The answer is obvious. He can think of no better name for this kit. "Cuckookit." It is a homage to their beloved, Oddgleam. The very cat this kitten took after, but it is also for their resemblance to the color of cuckoos.
(ELABORATE ON THE CUCKOO SILLY MOMENT WITH ODD)
Blood makes his fur bristle. There shouldn't be on their loves white fur. However, his brother's presence is enough to ground him from doing anything silly. Fireflyglow will make sure Oddgleam and the kits are alright. He will do his absolute best. Trust in your older brother. Regardless, he can't help but shift in place with unease. Hazel eyes briefly lock with amber, nodding in agreement with Oddgleams decision for Owlheart to name the third squirming kit.
(MORNINGKIT MOMENT HERE OOOPSIE)
A fourth kit quickly follows. The last one... Thank Starclan. It's over our love. Four kittens. We have four little morsels. He is not upset that their last kit would be given a name from the two most important cats of his life. Brightkit? A fond smile is etched on his maw watching Brightkit cry. A kit that shared a resemblance between his sun and star. A wonderful and stunning blend of them both. Indeed, this child was bright. With the way they cried out and swiped the air in defiance, he could tell that this one would be quite the pawful. However, seconds later when they settled and began kneading the belly of their father... Just like Owlie. Kind. Pft. Kind and troublesome. You'll make me lose a bit a sleep, won't you?
The three of them had expected this to be the end. He has become Oddgleam's fluffy pillow as their kits squirm. It is only when the calico jolts that he turns and sees fear in those lovely wet eyes. There is nothing he can do. He is no medicine cat. He doesn't know what to give Oddgleam to soothe him. What to give to stop the bleeding. Fear begins to grip him, the black smoke rises to his paws and looks towards Fireflyglow helplessly, "Everything will be okay? Right?"
What happens next is a blur. If Owlheart takes his place as a pillow, or if his family tries to settle him down... He has no clue. Fear drowns rationality. Crowsight does not prevent his older brother from helping his mate, or anyone really. All he can do is ask if everything will be okay endlessly, while hazel eyes dart around the den haphazardly.
A loud cry followed by wails stops him from his worried frenzy. The black smoke turns slowly to see another small bundle. What? Ears flick hearing his name and the request from his exhausted mate. The question of is it over is left unanswered by him. He hopes that this is the last and no more surprises occur. Five kittens. They only expected three or four maximum. Five? It is still unreal that the last... What he hopes is the last kitten squirms. Big black paws guide him to where he is meant to be.
His dark frame looms over the last of their kits to grace this earth. A stoic expression remains plastered on his face, hazel eyes stare intently at the squirming kit. If one could consider it a kit. You're mostly paws aren't you? Big white paws cover the kits face, and for a moment, Crowsight remains frozen.
Blurs of black and brown fur invade his mind, a memory from long ago failing in clarity. And yet, even though he can not remember what he saw, he can remember the feelings.
Warmth. Yes, the warmth of his littermates and of his mother. Was I like this? Hazel eyes shift to his mates and each squirming bundle. Pearlkit. Cuckookit. Morningkit. Brightkit. And you...
A small smile curls from his lips, as he watches big white paws draw away from this kit's face. Oh. What he sees is a mirror. This kit, reminds him all too well of himself. Though I was more a puffball than you. Cuckookit beat you at that. I had big paws too, but they looked short with how much fur I had. You better thank your father for that. Don't bully Cuckookit too much over it.
Then, a wave of sadness engulfs his heart. Memories of amber of blood begin to surface. The scars on his eye begins to burn, and yet... He feels no hatred.
"Howlingstar was murdered by one of our very clanmates...her own grandson, Skyclaw."
You killed Blazestar too, didn't you? It is wrong. He knows it. To feel empathy towards a kin slayer. Nevertheless, he understands. Skyclaw... His brother, was no doubt a tom who committed henious crimes. Very few would forgive such him. Crowsight was not daft. However, he understood the cost of lies. It was because of a lie, his brother became the tom he was. There was love behind the act, but he can't help but feel enraged thinking about it himself.
There had been a time his own mother hid who his real father was. Perhaps there was an aspect of love, but he understood it was denied mostly for herself. She didn't want to remember those days or that monster. She may have been able to run from it, but him? He believed for many moons he was a monster as well. He denied his ties and focused solely on training. He was not the son of Doeblaze, an honorable warrior. He was the son of a monster. It enraged him that he couldn't escape his fate, his blood. What made Crowsight any different than Skyclaw?
Skyclaw, unlike him, had two parents who loved him more than anything. He saw agony within Blazestar's eyes when he looked beyond the pines. Often, he'd catch Fireflyglow looking in the direction of the oak forest. Howlingfire could be caught from time to time as well. All of them loved Skyclaw. However, it was because of love Skyclaw became the way he was as well. They believed they knew what was right for him and they paid for it in blood.
"You like bringing up the dead enough, I can send you to just the right place to commune with them yourself."
That still hasn't changed Skyclaw. I will always think of them. I will still think of you, Skyclaw. My brother. The phantom of claws that have constricted his heart, ache. He doesn't fear it, instead he welcomes it. The landscape of his heart is a never ending winter after all. If Skyclaw still desired to send him to the right place to commune with them himself, he would like to see him try. We still haven't had our next battle. We've got a score to settle! This time, when I win, I want to know you. For now, I hope you don't mind too much.
"Ravenkit." Perhaps his siblings would sigh. Of course their bird loving brother would name another child after a bird. There was a limit y'know?! However, their son would be named with a desire in mind. Ravens were playful and smart. Similar to crows in many ways. However, it was a scarce sight to see one resting. Almost always they soared freely in the grand sky.
Freedom. He wished for their son to be unburdened by blood, unlike the tom he had been named for.
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