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Post by Raven-chan on Jul 15, 2008 0:20:16 GMT -5
Memories flitted across her light, restless sleep, memories and dreams of a time long lost. Her pawsteps hitting the ground in a rhythmic, steady manner, a broad tabby with beautiful amber eyes next to her, his smile brightening her heart. Silver, brown, amber all mixed together in her heart, of cats that she loved more dearly than life itself.
Sunlight pierced the den, awakening the overburdened Queen, who groaned. She had barely fallen asleep! She doubted if she had slept half the night. Feeling uncomfortable, she shifted her body on her moss nest, trying to get into a position that was not too taxing on her swollen body. Not suceeding, Gryffinwing slowly brought herself to her paws, sighing with exhaustion and pure, pure weariness.
Maybe Silverhawk could give her something to let her sleep. These past weeks had been terrible, but today had to be the worst. She felt slow and awkward, and wondered if these kits would ever come. Surely it was about time, wasn't it? A sudden thought came to her, and she sighed, stopping just inside the Nursery door.
Where was Brownspot? Maybe it was because she was soo pregnant, but she felt more insecure than ever, and more clingy to Brownspot. She, in her brief moments of rationality, hoped it didn't bother him too much. Easing herself onto her back paws in a sitting position, a difficult task with such a bulging belly in the way. She looked towards the Warrior den to see if she could spot her mate, and tried to scent him, but her senses were dulled not only by her gravid state but also by her extreme exhaustion. Loneliness crept into her heart, well, made itself more known. She was always lonely when he was gone, but not this much, not this aching longing that resided within her heart.
Where was Silverhawk? Surely he would be able to give her something to let her sleep...maybe Brownspot could find him, maybe they would both come together...that would be nice...Closing her eyes, Gryffinwing leaned partially against the frame of the entrance to the Nursery, closing her eyes against the sunlight, her tail wrapped around her paws, belly hanging low to the ground in her late state of pregnancy.
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Post by D a R K - R a H on Jul 21, 2008 12:17:51 GMT -5
The padded along in silence. Each brother was lost in thought, both sets of amber eyes distant. Silverhawk's long legs carried him slowly along, his pace gentle and certainly not rushed. His equally-tall brother was only a few paces behind him, broad shoulders covered in dappled light. While the silver tom's tail flicked back and forth lightly, his brother was almost entirely still outside of his moving legs. Walking side-by-side the relationship between them was pretty obvious. They had the same stripes around their faces, and the rings around their forepaws were very similar. Not to mention, both toms walked very similar: a smooth, rolling gait that moved their hips up and down as they pushed their paws forward. Indeed, the resemblance was striking.
Silverhawk had an idea. Or, at least, the beginnings of one. Tawnystone's death had made him wonder what would happen if he had been the one to die. CherryClan had Firestone, Tawnystone's fully-trained apprentice. But RavineClan would be left with no one. His ears twitched back at just the thought. It would be irresponsible for him to leave his clan in such a position. They needed a medicine cat. Even when they lost leader after leader, they had always had a medicine cat to make things better. And so, Silverhawk felt it was time to do something that all medicine cats had to do eventually: take an apprentice. Of course, there were currently no young cats for him to choose from, but Brownspot's litter would be born soon enough. He had little doubt that a fine choice would be found amongst them.
Unlike last time Silverhawk's brother and best friend had had a litter, the silver tabby felt no worry. Before, he'd doubted his own skills and feared for the kits' safty. This time, though, he just knew they'd all be okay. His amber eyes gleamed with a sort of pride as he considered how large Gryffinwing had gotten. This was obviously different from the first time. Previously, you could only tell by the queen's scent that there were kits growing inside her. But this time, any cat could tell. Silverhawk had no doubt that there would be at least four to five kits, if not six. That would be the largest litter RavineClan had seen in many, many seasons. Almost all of their recent litters had been of two or three kits, no more. But this litter... This litter would take half the clan to mentor! He felt a thrill run through him. His neices and nephews would make RavineClan even bigger, perhaps the biggest clan in the forest. Just the thought made the silver tom leap forward with excitement, darting back into their camp with a confused-looking Brownspot following.
The silver tom turned his head just as he came into the camp. He saw Gryffinwing from the moment he'd entered their home. A splash of light worry hit him. She didn't look so good, leaning against the nursery's doorway. He turned to go over to her, Brownspot's broad shoulders pushing swiftly past him as he hurried to his mate's side. "Gryffinwing, what is it? Is something wrong?" Silverhawk could see the concern and worry flash through his brother's eyes. The medicine cat noted how absolutely tired the queen looked. He realized it had to be very hard to sleep with so many kits twitching and kicking. Let alone getting comfortable on even her own nest. He made a mental note to send Dreampaw out in search of more moss for Gryffinwing's nest. Whiskers twitching, the medicine cat whirled and took a few steps before launching himself up to the ledge that led into his den on the streambed's side wall. He moved through his collection of herbs, selecting a few and bundling them together in a leaf. Then he turned again and returned to the queen's side. He dropped the leaf by her paws, letting it fall open. "Eat these, Gryffinwing, they'll help you feel better."
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Post by Raven-chan on Jul 27, 2008 23:55:53 GMT -5
Relief and warmth flooded her heart in a quick wave, and she hadn't even opened her eyes. Beautiful, strong scents wafted towards her, and them the sweetest, most gorgeous voice she ever heard spoke into her ear, worry lacing its tone. "Gryffinwing, what is it? Is something wrong?" Her mate brushed up against her side and she opened her eyes, their midnight-blue depths weary and worn, but still lively with love for the two toms before her.
She almost felt bad for making Brownspot worry, but she was far too tired to care at this point. Shaking her head, the light-brown Queen carefully leaned down to take a bite of the herbs Silverhawk had laid before her. She wasn't particularly in the mood to eat, but her brother knew best. He was the Medicine Cat, after all!
But she was unable to go on after a few bites. Pain lanced through her entire body, rippling and strong, making her slowly stand and lean heavily into Brownspot, burying her face in his fur and groaning, a lowly quiet and mournful sound, full of pain. When it passed, she gave a little shudder, her tail winding tightly around her mate. She looked between Brownspot and Silverhawk briefly, wondering if she should say something, when it came upon her; the laughter. She started to giggle, a sweet, happy sound, but it wasn't a "haha that was funny" giggle, it was more of a joyous sound, sheer elation.
Then the giggle turned into a laugh. She smiled and laughed, her belly bouncing and her eyes dancing with mirth. She was having the kits! Her laughter was sheer joy that she was finally going to be able to stretch out on her belly, curl up into a tight little ball, and (eventually) hunt for her Clan again. She meowed breathlessly between laughs, happiness in her whole demeanor,
"I'm having them! I'm having the kits!" Her laughter was short-lived, as it turned into a hissing intake of breath from the next pain that came on. It wasn't fast, but slow in coming, and long; and utterly, completely painful. She buried her face once more, as if by hiding in Brownspot's fur she could hide from her pain and the rest of the world.
ooc: Uh, I edited it because I had inspiration. x)
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Post by D a R K - R a H on Jul 31, 2008 13:09:50 GMT -5
Brownspot watched closely as his beige mate leaned down to eat the herbs Silverhawk had brought. His amber eyes never left her. He blinked in wonder and worry as she didn't finish eating the bundle. Suddenly, a temor ran over her body. She leaned heavily on him, and Brownspot tensed, jaw clenched and eyes wide. He forced himself to remain calm. It was probably nothing... She was probably just tired. Yes, that was it. He doubted any cat could get a good night's sleep with such a round belly. After a moment, the shudder past, and Gryffinwing looked up at them.
Then, suddenly and without warning, she started to laugh. It was a strange giggle, almost hystarical. Brownspot glanced over at his brother, and the two toms gave eachother looks of confusion. What was so funny? Had she not just been in pain? Now thoroughly concerned for his mate's mental state, he took a tiny step closer to her. But the meaning of her strange happiness became apparent as she spoke. The kits! They were coming! The broad-shouldered tom exchanged another brief glance with his silver brother before the medicine cat launched himself back to his den, probably for more herbs. Pleased, Brownspot purred aloud, brushing his muzzle past Gryffinwing's ear affectionately.
As quickly as it had started, though, her laughing stopped. Another tremor of pain shook her body, and there was nothing Brownspot could do but watch.
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Post by Raven-chan on Aug 1, 2008 1:54:19 GMT -5
Gryffinwing felt Brownspot brush his muzzle past her ear, a soothing action that calmed Gryffinwing's pounding heart immensely. The pain was abominable, like nothing she'd ever felt before! Nearly gasping now, she stumbled awkwardly into the Nursery, gently easing herself into her moss nest, grateful to be off of her paws.
It was odd that it hurt so badly this time; the last time she had kitted, it hadn't hurt nearly as bad, not until the very end. If it hurt this badly in the beginning, what would the end be like? Sudden inspiration hit her whirling mind. It probably hadn't been so painful because before, her belly was hardly swollen at all, and constantly ached from hunger and exhaustion. This time was the complete opposite; this litter was large, well-fed, healthy and insufferable.
That was why the pain made her groan again when it hit her, her tail stiffening and claws digging into the moss beside her. All she wanted was for it to stop...just for the pain to stop...'Please, StarClan, make it stop! She silently begged, midnight-blue eyes closed tightly with pain.
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