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Post by anne ⎈ on Nov 18, 2011 22:49:56 GMT -5
The leftover breeze of snow-fall carried the leaves through the camp, causing them to hiss as they scraped the opening of the ThunderClan's nursery. Swallowtail awoke, bringing her head up in a jolt, ready to protect her kittens at all costs she may have to spend. However, she realized her kittens may not need much protecting from a few measly, dried-up leaves floating lazily around. She looked down at her kits curled inside of her stomach, two small little kits born about two moons ago, and then her adopted kit, Cinderkit. She is so lovely, so unique. Her attention to detail is exquisite, and what she has to say is always so particularly strange, but takes Swallowtail to whole levels of curiosity the average cat has not gone to. Soon, though, Cinderkit will have to leave the nursery, and advance to the Apprentice den where she will strive to one day become a warrior. Swallow prays to StarClan each and everyday that she will be able to slide through easily, and her attention span will not hold her back. She knows that that little girl can strive to the furthest and become something great.
The queen lowered her head, disappointed that she was awoken because she knew she would not be able to go back to her slumber, she never knew why, but no matter how early she would open her eyes after loosing her conscious to the dream world, she would somehow be wide aware of her surroundings and pay attention to each individual sound, keeping her from calming down and going to sleep.
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ooc ; hope it's okay.
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Post by maddy ★ on Nov 19, 2011 0:55:08 GMT -5
c o p p e r t u f t
Coppertuft dropped into a crouch, putting one foot in front of the other slowly and surely. Although his ears were still nervously swiveling on his head for any bird calls, his eyes stayed intent on his prey up ahead. An average sized, brown mouse rustling in the pine needles. He prepared to pounce on the prey when suddenly a blue jay squawked loudly from a nearby tree. Coppertuft screeched in terror, not even aware that the mouse had darted off because he was darting off towards camp. It's behind me, it's gonna get me, it's gonna get me... oh Great StarClan! he screamed inside his head, panting loudly as he raced down the ravine into camp.
His loud entrance hadn't gone unnoticed, but nobody was surprised and continued with their business. He had been hoping to catch something for his mate, Swallowtail and two young kits and be the strong, giving father he wanted to be but was foiled again. Yet again, his irrational fear of not only birds but everything stopped him. He nervously scratched at his shoulder, ripping small tufts of fur out. He sighed.
He thought about Swallowtail, carrying himself to a secluded corner of camp to think in quiet. He secretly had regretted getting close to any cat, even so much so as to have kits with her. He had known her since he was a kit in the nursery, they had trained together and been made warriors together. Until then, they'd never spoken and what was supposed to be a silent vigil, they had broken the promise. It didn't help Coppertuft's paranoia, it only made him worry StarClan knew and resented him. He didn't blame himself, he blamed Swallowtail. He wished he'd never become her friend but those thoughts were so buried under other fabricated ones he had convinced himself otherwise.
"Mouse dung!" he shouted, dragging himself into the nursery with his tail drooping, rabbit dangling in his mouth. The kits excitedly jumped at it, but Coppertuft just sighed. He realized what he had just said would land him a long scolding with the black and white she-cat he had apparently devoted his life to. His amber eyes fell on his kits, each resembling one of their parents, and he expected pride to well in his chest. It didn't. He felt no real connection to this family and began picking at his claws anxiously, waiting for Swallowtail to tell him something about how his language was inappropriate. Or something.
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Post by anne ⎈ on Nov 19, 2011 10:54:03 GMT -5
Swallowtail had managed to get a few hours of rest her eyes before the the sun decided to shine strait into the Nursery, practically blinding her until she looked down at her kits, blinking until the blind spots went away from her vision and she could actually see the two and of course they were still sleeping. She shook her head and let out a little chuckle, her little ones could sleep through a whole moon if they wanted.
She nuzzled them until their sleep filled eyes slowly opened up to their mother's touch. Swallowtail could hear little complaints underneath their grumpy breaths and the queen simply laughed, "Time to get up, dad should be back anytime now with breakfast."
And just as if she was calling him to the den with those very words, he appeared through the entrance with a plump rabbit. She smiled at her mate, watching her kittens run to their father, almost a perfect picture until he shouted, "Mouse dung!"
It seemed to echo throughout the den, the other mother's quieting down, and Swallowtail's smile disappeared. Her kits didn't seem to notice the sharp twist in the atmosphere as they bounded with excitement to their father, so she decided to gave him a 'We'll talk about this later' look and not ruin this nice morning for her kits.
"Thank you, dear," she nuzzled him just below the ear, slowly grazing her muzzle across his face in an affectionate manner. She loved him dearly, even though he could be a pain in her tail most of the time. Swallowtail looked down at their kits who were pulling and tugging at the fur trying to get to the meat. "Applekit, Barkkit, what do you say to your father?"
She received a simultaneous 'Thank you, daddy!''s from both of them. She smiled at Coppertuft, almost chuckling remembering the sight of them failing to get the fur off of the prey.
The queen looked from her mate to her kits and her smile grew, "Maybe you should help them?"
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ooc ; <3
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Post by maddy ★ on Nov 19, 2011 12:06:08 GMT -5
c o p p e r t u f t
Coppertuft sighed softly, irritation flashing in his eyes. He got up, ducking his head as not to disturb the tight woven roof of the nursery to help his kits. He glanced at each of them in exasperation as he extended a paw to remove the fur from the rabbit.
"Watch," he said softly, unsheathing his claws. He loosened the fur and took a bite out, leaving the meat exposed. He felt silly demonstrating how to eat prey but just assumed it was vital for his kits. Applekit flashed him a thankful glance and began tearing into the meat. Coppertuft forced an amused smile at the kits although he was itching to get out of the dim, milky nest.
"You can have some too, y'know," he said to Swallowtail, motioning towards the fresh-kill. He missed when before they had kits, although they were his and he had to adore them, but he felt like he couldn't be a warrior now. He felt guilty leaving Swallowtail alone with them for long enough to go on a patrol. He spent most of his time on his own, hunting. For them.
Sitting down near the entrance, Coppertuft tucked his paws under his chest and watched the kits eat messily. One day they'd be bigger than their prey and this wouldn't be such a tough task. He licked at his chest, waiting anxiously to be dismissed by his mate.
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Post by anne ⎈ on Nov 22, 2011 13:13:18 GMT -5
* swallowtail -Swallowtail smiled at the sight of her kits father helping them out. She loved how he would take time out of his busy warrior schedule for them. The queen knew how much of a hassle they all could be, especially herself, but she tried to make up for it, she really tried, but sometimes it seems as if she could never get the annoyed look out of his eyes.
She smiled when her kits dug into the rabbit, relieved it was as easy as catching a mouse to get them weaned off of her milk. Of course they still asked for it, but it was used like a sweet treat for them every now and then.
Her head popped out of the clouds when she heard him meow at her, "Huh? Oh." She reached down and took a bite from the fresh flesh of the rabbit, savoring every last bit of it. It seemed like it was her first time eating it again, a few moons in leaf-bare and she never thought she would eat anything like it again. After taking a couple more bites, Swallowtail decided it was enough to satisfy her and she would leave the rest for her litter.
Looking up to her side, she expected Coppertail to be there, and had her mouth open to invite him to stay for awhile with the kits, but instead she had to look back over her shoulder to see him by the entrance of the Nursery. The excitement in her eyes disappeared as she padded back to him.
She licked her mate's ear and forced a smile, "You can go, now."
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ooc; sorry it took so long. ^^;
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Post by maddy ★ on Nov 22, 2011 16:44:06 GMT -5
c o p p e r t u f t
Coppertuft glanced at the black and white she-cat, trying to feel compassion for her. All he saw was the mother of his kits, the kits he had no feeling for. He felt hollow inside the nursery and the heavy scent of milk began pushing down upon him. He glanced around wildly and jumped out the second Swallowtail dismissed him. In the cool, light air of camp he could gather his thoughts again.
He sat down in the nettle patch, biting at his nails. Swallowtail hadn't even thanked him for bringing her the rabbit and while maybe he hadn't caught it himself, it was the thought that count. The dumb she-cat was too lazy to leave the kits alone with the other queens for a minute to get her own and acted like she depended on Coppertuft to survive. He didn't love her anymore and when he saw her only wanted to get as far away as he could.
He curled up in the corner of camp, disappointment and frustration coursing through him. He realized that if he died right then and now, it would be okay. He didn't care if it upset Bark-kit and Applekit, the things were probably too young to even comprehend who he was or appreciate him.
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