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Post by Raven-chan on Jun 17, 2008 15:01:23 GMT -5
Another day, another beginning; it seemed as if the days were passing quickly, the sun setting and rising, heating and cooling, the world falling back into a peaceful routine that had been so cruelly disrupted in their old home by Kolette and BrookClan.
But now, here in Taragoff, things were going good- in fact, nothing could be better, now. Gryffinwing blinked, the sunlight streaming into the Nursery where she lay, and smiled at the movement of kits within her belly. It was always a good sign when she woke up to their movement.
Ever since losing the other litter of kits, Gryffinwing had always worried and prayed to StarClan that she would have another litter, and now, they were blessing her with one. She was more thrilled and tired and excited and exhausted than words could even measure for.
A familiar, pleasant smell wafted over her, enriching her senses, livening her whole being. She heaved herself to her paws, stretching tenderly and languidly, being careful not to jar her swollen belly as she picked her way out of the nursery. There he was...her big, gorgeous brown tabby Brownspot. A small purr rose into her throat, as she walked towards him, happiness shining in her midnight blue eyes, her tail-tip twitching pleasantly behind her light colored brown pelt.
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Post by D a R K - R a H on Jun 17, 2008 15:42:55 GMT -5
His heavy paws padded forward in a rhymic motion. His fresh-kill swung back and forth from where he held it clamped in his jaws. His dark brown ears tilted backwards as he listened to the sound of the wind rushing through the trees. Several birds squacked in protest as the branches the perched on swayed. The tom's soft amber eyes were distant with thought. Something up ahead caught his gaze, though, and his pupils snapped into focus. He tighted he muscles in his thick flanks and sprang onto a fallen log. Moving carefully and slowly, he padded down it's slanted slope. The bark had been rubbed off from many, many pawsteps, and the large tom had to dig his claws in to keep from slipping. A warm scent wafted up to him, and he nearly smiled. The relaxing of his jaw made him nearly loose his fresh-kill. He tilted his head back in an attempt to hold onto it for a little longer. Turning his bulk, his creme-rimmed paws slipped from the fallen log, and he landed in the camp below.
The ground beneath him was smooth and soft. Long, long ago it had been covered by the water of a long-dry stream. The smoothened stream-rocks still remained. Now, brambles grew around all sides of the camp, even up on the stream-shore. The tom's soft eyes surveyed the camp. All was quiet. In the one side of the camp's wall was a hollowed-out cave-den where Brownspot's brother Silverhawk made his nest. The silver medicine cat was sprawled out on the ledge outside the den, his long, striped tail hanging down. Curled up close to him was a very small black-and-white she-cat, her whiskers twitching as she slept. A smile came to the large warrior's face. Dreampaw took obvious favorites among the older cats. She favored her two godfather's above all of the others, even her mentor Gryffinwing, especially since her mother's death just over a moon previously.
The thought of Darkrain sent a shudder down the large warrior's spine. Memories flashed behind his closed eyelids. He thought back to his earliest memory of the she-cat. Darkrain had come to the nursery to see her friend Redmartin. Redmartin had been Brownspot and Silverhawk's father. After Graywhisker's death, the tom had spent his nights in the nursery with his young sons. Brownspot recalled Silverhawk(then Silverkit) had climbed all over the dark warrioress. Darkrain had sat rigid, not sure how to act around kits at that time. A smile spread accross Brownspot's face as he looked up, his light gaze resting on tiny Dreampaw. The little she-cat certainly did have quite a legacy to uphold. Her father had been Cheetahthorn, one of the greatest warriors RavineClan had ever seen. She'd also been named after Dreamstar, the greatest leader RavineClan had ever seen. So far, she didn't show many signs of greatness, but that didn't stop half the clan from loving her sweet behavior and kind words.
Another scent came to Brownspot's nose and he turned his gaze in the other direction. A purr rose in his throat and his large paws kneaded at the ground expectantly. From the shadows that was the clan's nursery came a beautiful pale brown she-cat. Her muzzle was a darker shade than the rest of her face, and her midnight-blue eyes sparkled as she came closer to him. "Gryffinwing," the tom purred, stepping up next to her. In a loving greeting, he rubbed his cheek against the side of her face, eyes closed in pleasure. When he opened his pale amber eyes once more, they were resting on the she-cat's bulging belly.
A strange feeling filled the tom: both eagerness and forboding. The couple had had one litter before. It had been on the Journey, only half a moon before Darkrain had kitted Dreampaw and her sister Waterpaw. All three of the tiny kits had died. Brownspot didn't think he could take it if that happened again. But the clan was stronger now. The pelts of all of RavineClan were sleek and shiny, well-cared for and fell-fed. They had seven apprentices and an excellent number of warriors. Things were going well. There was no shortage of prey at all. These kits would be very welcome to the clan. Brownspot had heard Cometpaw muttering to herself only a few days ago that she'd have to speed up her training so that she might be able to mentor one of the kits by the time they were ready. Dreampaw seemed perfectly happy to lay in the nursery instead of going out training with her mentor, who happened to be Gryffinwing.
Stroking her shoulder with his tail, Brownspot turned his gaze back to his mate's face. Whenever he looked at her, he couldn't help but smile. His amber eyes danced as they watched her face. "It's a beautiful day out. Care to join me for a walk?" With a growing clan, the two of them didn't get much time alone. Usually, Brownspot didn't mind. But, with coming kits, he knew it could be moons before the two got a moment alone again.
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Post by Raven-chan on Jun 17, 2008 16:12:04 GMT -5
A warm sensation ran all through her belly when Brownspot rubbed against her, and she gladly returned the gesture, closing her deep colored eyes in pleasure, a quiet purr rumbling from her throat. Everything about her beloved Brownspot made Gryffinwing proud to call herself his mate; from his smile, to his eyes, to his skills...everything!
A pleasant smile came forth, one that she couldn´t hold back- never when he was around. Looking around the camp once, Gryffinwing felt happiness bubble up inside of her once more, for RavineClan was thriving and all was well in the world.
"Why, I would be delighted." She meowed quietly, in her quiet and deep voice, her heart fairly thrumming with the idea of them being together- besides, it wouldn´t be very long before these kits were born, and then their time together would be very minimal. They must make use of the time that they had. Gryffinwing stepped away, walking as gracefully as she could with her belly swaying awkwardly beneath her. She left the threshold of the camp and paused, waiting for Brownspot, not wanting to be out of camp alone...there was no way she could defend herself very well if she had to, not this late in her pregnancy. She always trusted Brownspot, trusted him and loved him through the very core of her being.
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Post by D a R K - R a H on Jun 17, 2008 16:28:01 GMT -5
A grin of pure pleasure spread accross his face as she agreed. His tail flicked back and forth in happiness. She took the lead, her wide belly swaying back and forth. He was about to follow, but the sight of her belly moving from side to side brought a laugh to him. He quickly supressed it, not wanting to ruin their happy moment, but a grin remained on his face. Gryffinwing was usually a very thin she-cat, so it was very rare to see her so large. With their last litter, she hadn't gotten nearly so big. Brownspot took it as a good sign.
As he padded after her towards the camp's other entrance, a small pathway between two bramble bushes, the broad-shouldered tabby heard a voice behind him call,"You two kids behave."
[/b] The auburn tom turned his gaze back behind him to see both Silverhawk and tiny Dreampaw watching him. His brother smiled a pleased look and rolled over onto his back with his pale belly stretched out. Dreampaw let out a louder purr and let her mis-matched eyes slide closed.
As he slipped from the camp with his brother's words still echoing in his head, Brownspot thought back to a moment along the Journey. Silverhawk, forbidden to ever take a mate because of his occupation, had asked him why he loved Gryffinwing so much. Brownspot remembered hesitating for a moment, not really sure what to say. "I love everything about her," he'd finally started. "I love her sleek pelt, and her dark eyes that always show her emotions. I love the sound of her purr and the noise she makes when she sneezes. I love her passion and the way she always worries about me." He'd turned his gaze to his silver-striped brother. "It's hard to say. I don't know why exactly I love her, but whenever we're together I feel completely whole and totally at peace." Brownspot remembered his brother being completely satisfied with the answer. The answer filled his heart once more, and he let his leg brush her shoulder as he walked beside her.
He suddenly recalled something and nearly stopped walking. "Dreampaw will fall behind in her training if she keeps this up. We should have thought of this before. Rainstar'll have to give her another mentor while you're stuck with the kits." He paused for a moment, thinking. Then a grin spread over his face. "Beestripe'll probably be estatic to train her for a while. It'll get him ready to be a full-time mentor when our kits are old enough." Just saying the words 'our kits' sent a shiver of excitement through his muscled body. He turned his mind back to Dreampaw and let a chuckle echo in his throat. "I'm sure Cometpaw'll keep Dreampaw to her training while you're not there to keep an eye on her." Cometpaw may have thought none of the warriors cared about her, but Brownspot couldn't help but be a little fond of the way she kept the other apprentices (even the older ones) in line at all times.
He took a few quick steps to look her straight in the eye again as he padded beside her. "We don't have names yet, either. Has Silverhawk told you how many he thought there would be?" His brother had been playing games with Brownspot lately, telling him that it was "queen's confidentiality" and refusing to say how things were going with the kits and how many there might be. Frustrated, Brownspot instead had to hear everything through his mate, which he didn't mind, but it certainly made things difficult.[/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Raven-chan on Jun 23, 2008 17:59:28 GMT -5
Walking slowly, Gryffinwing listened to his voice rumbling over her, quiet and true, excitement held in many of his words. She did manage to catch the words, though sometimes it was hard not to merely revel in his presence, in his voice, in his pale amber eyes. As the conversation turned to Dreampaw, Gryffinwing felt guilt and remorse fill her.
It was obvious that Dreampaw didn´t like her very much, at least from Gryffinwing´s standpoint, and the Warrioress felt bad. Her apprentice didn´t get that special apprentice-mentor bond that Gryffinwing had heard so much about, but one that she had also never had, not exactly being clanborn. Apprentices were hard for her, because of her uncommon shyness when meeting and getting to know someone new. She felt like she was letting her apprentice down, by not being vivacious or exceedingly alive and outgoing. If anything, she was the complete obvious.
She nodded to his idea, hoping that Dreampaw would enjoy training with Beestripe, who wasn´t nearly as shy or introverted as she was, and would do marvelous job with the young she-cat. Gryffinwing looked up again at Brownspot, loving his enthusiasm for life and for the Clan, one that was infectious.
A giggle rose in her throat at Brownspot´s question; many of the Clan thought that because Brownspot was Silverhawk´s brother, he could easily get information about Gryffinwing and the kits, and other such happenings in the Clan. Instead, as Gryffinwing knew it would be, Silverhawk was exploiting the opportunity as much as possible to torment Brownspot, and telling Gryffinwing that she mustn´t give information away too easily, and that she must bother Brownspot as much as possible, just like he did.
So she answered coyly, nudging him playfully in the shoulder, "What, Silverhawk hasn´t told you? Why, the fiend! Well, I guess that you should know, so- oof!"
This abrupt stop in her sentence was caused by her stumbling over a half-hidden, above-ground tree root. It was mostly covered by grass, and one that the Warrior Gryffinwing could have easily sensed and glided over, but that the heavily pregnant Queen Gryffinwing didn´t notice. She tripped with both her forepaws and nearly fell to the ground, her heavy belly acting against her in the battle with gravity. But, having supreme leg muscles that were still mostly there, she managed to heave herself up, instead of crashing onto the ground, with a few tottering steps, like a total klutz, panting with the effort of heaving her heavy self up so quick and abrupt like that.
The rough movement of lurching forward and up bothered the kits within her immensely; they began to squirm like the ungrateful wretches they were, pushing against her taut skin with their little paws and moving about, kicking and flailing, causing Gryffinwing to give an involuntary intake of breath. She hobbled back to Brownspot and leaned against him, burying her face in his broad shoulder, inhaling his strong scent, his equally strong form providing support so that she could try and ignore the kits wriggling and kicking within her gravid belly.
Once they mostly settled down to minimal movement and less vicious kicking, she sighed, leaning away and giving Brownspot a weary smile. "Like I was saying before I became a total mousebrain and tripped, causing these ungrateful kits to go haywire, Silverhawk said that there would be four, probably five, all good-sized." Merely saying this brought to mind the task that Gryffinwing had before her- last time, she had only had three kits, all uncommonly small. This time...
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