Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 22, 2009 22:26:11 GMT -5
[[No muse... Sorry it's lame...]]
The sunshine beamed upon the snow-white she-cat as she carried her small mouse proudly. She was growing plump, very much so, and she blamed it mostly on the elements. TrueClan as very plentiful for prey, and she had been very hungry recently. She had eaten enough to fill several other cats as well as herself, so she did not wonder why she was so fat. Fat for a Clan cat, that is.
She smiled, feeling the warm sun on her pelt and the wind in her fur. She loved the territory here, the cats, everything. She had Devil's-kit and Chasernight - she was perfectly happy. She twirled through the tall grasses, feeling so much herself. So much... Suddenly, she felt a painful... spasm, was it? She couldn't tell, but it sure as heck hurt. And again she was hungry. She sat down, deciding to eat the mouse now before she starved to death. As she made the decision, however, the pain ebgulfed her again. She recognized it... didn't she?
Othernight had never really thought of herself as Fallingstar. Fallingstar was always 'her friend' because she hated thinking she could've been that evil. It just didn't seem... right. Of course now she remembered perfectly well. She began to notice the symptoms clearly now. She wasn't having cramps. She wasn't getting fat. Oh, no, not fat. She was pregnant. And now she was having contractions. Again. She remembered the pain of having her first two kits - and the extra pain of the burden of who they were truly related to. She had only recently told them who their mother was, but they would never know their father. Never.
Othernight cringed as another contraction got her. She fought the pain for what seemed like ages. She did not cry or scream or even squeal, just held it in and tried to tough it out. But something was wrong this time... Oh so wrong. And she realized that it wasn't just another set of contractions when the first kit came. He was white with spots and markings exactly like his mother, only in a strange silver. As the other kits came - five to be exact - she realized who they were. They were the daughters and sons of Othernight, of course, and her new mate Chasernight.
The sunshine beamed upon the snow-white she-cat as she carried her small mouse proudly. She was growing plump, very much so, and she blamed it mostly on the elements. TrueClan as very plentiful for prey, and she had been very hungry recently. She had eaten enough to fill several other cats as well as herself, so she did not wonder why she was so fat. Fat for a Clan cat, that is.
She smiled, feeling the warm sun on her pelt and the wind in her fur. She loved the territory here, the cats, everything. She had Devil's-kit and Chasernight - she was perfectly happy. She twirled through the tall grasses, feeling so much herself. So much... Suddenly, she felt a painful... spasm, was it? She couldn't tell, but it sure as heck hurt. And again she was hungry. She sat down, deciding to eat the mouse now before she starved to death. As she made the decision, however, the pain ebgulfed her again. She recognized it... didn't she?
Othernight had never really thought of herself as Fallingstar. Fallingstar was always 'her friend' because she hated thinking she could've been that evil. It just didn't seem... right. Of course now she remembered perfectly well. She began to notice the symptoms clearly now. She wasn't having cramps. She wasn't getting fat. Oh, no, not fat. She was pregnant. And now she was having contractions. Again. She remembered the pain of having her first two kits - and the extra pain of the burden of who they were truly related to. She had only recently told them who their mother was, but they would never know their father. Never.
Othernight cringed as another contraction got her. She fought the pain for what seemed like ages. She did not cry or scream or even squeal, just held it in and tried to tough it out. But something was wrong this time... Oh so wrong. And she realized that it wasn't just another set of contractions when the first kit came. He was white with spots and markings exactly like his mother, only in a strange silver. As the other kits came - five to be exact - she realized who they were. They were the daughters and sons of Othernight, of course, and her new mate Chasernight.