- Jun 7, 2022
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Was Starclan out to get her? Why was it that disaster the clan struck every time she planned on having kits? During leaf bare, the clan barely had enough prey to go around. She had lost two of her daughters…she had almost lost Stormpaw. Her only living daughter had been so small compared to her brother at birth…she had spent many countless nights watching…worrying about her. Not too long ago, she and Flycatcher had agreed on another litter…but now? The thought ached her heart too much.
The unnamed sickness was here… With each passing day they seemed to be losing another set of paws to the Medicine Cat den. There were many sicknesses that passed through the clans, but there was something different about this one. Blazestar’s words from the gathering had been haunting her since they returned to the camp.
I fear this sickness will kill every cat it touches.
She knew in her heart that now is the completely wrong time to bring more lives into the nursery…but it was hard to push out the hurt that the realization brought. Her gaze drifts off to the nursery, and she spots some of the kits playing outside the entrance, only to be hushed back inside by the queens. Jealousy shoots through her, but seconds later she lowers her ears in shame. These kits were at an increased risk of catching the sickness...this sickness will kill every cat it touches. Her throat tightened. Tigerkit...her mother had brought her here to be taken care of...to be safe. Sunfreckle's kits...if anything happened to them, he would probably lose the will to live. And here she was...wanting to bring new life into the clan.
If Blazestar's words were true...the clan would need them both. She just wished it didn't hurt so bad.
She catches Flycatcher's eye, and turns to lead him out of the camp. Her throat felt too dry to explain why she wanted to talk to him, but she wonders if he had been thinking about the same thing. She continues to walk, until she was sure they were out of earshot. Despite their plans, they hadn't told anyone yet, and there was no point to now. The fiery Molly stops and turns to face him. She lifts her gaze to meet his, the usual sparkle replaced by a film of sadness. "We can't.." she breathes, before pushing her face into his chest fur. They had the option this time to protect their future kits from anything bad happening...she couldn't...wouldn't risk it. Her heart couldn't handle losing more kits. It was going to be hard enough if they lost any clanmates. She knew Frostglare and Roeflame were sick...who would be next? "Not until this...sickness is gone."
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@Flycatcher
The unnamed sickness was here… With each passing day they seemed to be losing another set of paws to the Medicine Cat den. There were many sicknesses that passed through the clans, but there was something different about this one. Blazestar’s words from the gathering had been haunting her since they returned to the camp.
I fear this sickness will kill every cat it touches.
She knew in her heart that now is the completely wrong time to bring more lives into the nursery…but it was hard to push out the hurt that the realization brought. Her gaze drifts off to the nursery, and she spots some of the kits playing outside the entrance, only to be hushed back inside by the queens. Jealousy shoots through her, but seconds later she lowers her ears in shame. These kits were at an increased risk of catching the sickness...this sickness will kill every cat it touches. Her throat tightened. Tigerkit...her mother had brought her here to be taken care of...to be safe. Sunfreckle's kits...if anything happened to them, he would probably lose the will to live. And here she was...wanting to bring new life into the clan.
If Blazestar's words were true...the clan would need them both. She just wished it didn't hurt so bad.
She catches Flycatcher's eye, and turns to lead him out of the camp. Her throat felt too dry to explain why she wanted to talk to him, but she wonders if he had been thinking about the same thing. She continues to walk, until she was sure they were out of earshot. Despite their plans, they hadn't told anyone yet, and there was no point to now. The fiery Molly stops and turns to face him. She lifts her gaze to meet his, the usual sparkle replaced by a film of sadness. "We can't.." she breathes, before pushing her face into his chest fur. They had the option this time to protect their future kits from anything bad happening...she couldn't...wouldn't risk it. Her heart couldn't handle losing more kits. It was going to be hard enough if they lost any clanmates. She knew Frostglare and Roeflame were sick...who would be next? "Not until this...sickness is gone."
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@Flycatcher