[Phoenix]

As the sounds of rain began to infiltrate the peaceful silence of the den, a small white form shifted, complaining slightly. He was not ready to wake up, not yet. Keeping his eyes firmly shut, he burrowed deeper down into his warm, comfortable nest, half-conscious mind allowing him to imagine that he was burrowing deeper into Mama's soft fur. His breathing slowed as he relaxed again, his breath's matching her's. A small smile touched his lips. Mama would always protect him. She would always be there. Warmth spread through him in waves, softly flowing over him reminiscent of the way sunlight sunlight warmed his little body. It caused his toes to tingle and made his heart want to burst with fondness. Mama would always be--

Something large and loud jolted him from his sleep, and blue eyes snapped open, wide in the near-darkness. Rapid, shallow pants filled the silence as the same loud crack! sounded through the den again. He climbed to his paws, staring around the dark den, cowering back against the wall. Rain pounded outside with thunderous force, and another crack, followed by a roar, sounded through the air. He could barely hear it over the sound of his thudding heart and frantic breathing. "S-Swanfeather?" He called out, voice sounding infinitely small compared to the raging storm outside. When he heard no immediate answer, terror froze him, crashing through him and breaking through what little warmth had remained from his dream. Was she gone? She couldn't be gone! Not like Mama! "Swanfeather!" His voice was higher in pitch, more urgent as he remained pressed against the wall of the den.

He could feel his body shaking with quiet sobs as he completely broke down. Memories flitted across his consciousness like the butterflies he so loved to chase. There was Mama, all happy and healthy. She was laughing and smiling, and full of life. And then she began to deteriorate and weaken as she grew ill with the sickness that eventually stole her away right before his eyes. He was taken away after that and renamed Bravekit. Mama had left him... Swanfeather wasn't here... He was all alone again.

[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ Swanfeather had curled herself up in her nest, the memories of Frostfang so vivid from the fated meeting of his siter turned loner, the gift of her son at her paw-steps it was just so much to take in she was emotionally numb from it all. However in just a short amount of time her heart swelled with love, the love for Bravekit. Now it wasn't anywhere near the love she had for her now dead mate, no one could replace him, unless by some miracle she had his kits growing in her belly, but that wasn't going to happen. Now with his legacy living in her den, she felt that if it was his nephew she had just once piece of her mate, no matter how washed out it was, Bravekit was her kin, her memory of Frostfang. Swanfeather That cries of Bravekit forced her up and out of her nest, she quickly almost like Bravekit was her own son, she curled around him, nuzzling him close to her. "Oh honey, I'm here I promise. I'll never leave, not for a long time." Swanfeather cooed, nuzzling the tom gently, licking in between his ears. She just sat there, protecting the tom-kit she loved already, her little piece of Frostfang left. [/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;]table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]

[Phoenix]

A cooing voice made its way through the sound of his rapid heartbeat and shallow breaths, the only warning he had before he was surrounded by warmth. He wasn't alone. She hadn't left him. Something undescribable flowed through him, a mixture of relief and warm fondness and love. She would not leave him; she had said so. The soft, thickness of of the fur quieted him as he leaned back into her, feeling her raspy tongue licking gentle strokes between his ears. "Promise?" His voice was small and denoted the depth of his insecurity. Mama had said that she would always be there, too, but she had gone right before his eyes.

Having calmed his breathing, he now became aware of his residual quivering and tried to still it, almost succeeding until another thunderclap roared through the sky. Bravekit flinched at the sound, a whimper escaping him as he pressed back against Swanfeather. "It's so loud. Why is it so loud?" The deafening sounds had always scared him, but every other time there had been a storm, Mama had been there to comfort him. She would come and curl around him, gently cooing and licking him, just like Swanfeather was doing. A streak of lightning lit up the sky, and in the flash of light, he turned to look back at the now familiar smokey face of the medicine cat. He wasn't alone; Swanfeather was almost like Mama, and she had come to comfort him. The loud thunder did not bother her either, and Bravekit wished that he could be as calm as her. "D'you ever get scared, Swanfeather?"

[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ He asked her so many questions she wasn't sure how to answer them right away, however she remained silent and content with her protective nature around the tom-kit. She happily protecting hi from harm, proving to herself that she could still love something, Bravekit was her future he was her little warrior, he was her son. While he wasn't her son by birth he was her son in heart, now she knew that he could never love her like he loved his true mama, but she knew she'd love him like her true son, since Frostfang was no longer with her, she'd raise this kit in his image. With her eyes shut she listened to the storm raging outside, trying to comfort him, she knew it was going to be hard to explain to him that two warriors up in Silverpelt were battling, the loud ear splitting claps where their claws meeting each other. The rain that followed after were the tears of their loved ones crying for them to stop, that was how she learned of storms, they were battles in Silverpelt. Larger storms like the one accuring now would be caused by a StarClan warrior fighting a Dark Forest warrior. It would be a bloody and rough battle but Swanfeather knew that StarClan would come the victor, it was just a matter of time. Now as she thought of explaining his heavenly battle to the tom-kit she chose not to, instead she let his question slide and wanted to answer another one. "Now I'm scared all the time. I'm just more used to hiding it. You know when I saw you out there with your mama, I was scared for you. When I see a group of warriors leave for a battle or a patrol I'm scared. It's okay to be scared but you shouldn't let fear stop you from anything." She spoke kindly to him, nuzzling his cheek in a mothering manner, careful to keep him warm against her. [/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;]table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]

[Phoenix]

Her answer almost distracted him completely from the storm raging outside. She's always scared? Bright blue eyes, wide with disbelief, turned and looked up at his surrogate mother, searching her expression for any sign of fear. In his short time with her, he could never remember her being scared, and the idea that she was always scared shook him a little. She was Swanfeather, RainClan's Medicine Cat, and she knew everything there was to know about anything. She could do anything she wanted to. Why would she be scared? She had no reason to feel fear. "You don't look scared," He commented simply, something like awe lacing his words. Besides, she was a grown up, and even he knew that grown up never got scared. "Are you sure you ever get scared?"

Curling up against her and treasuring the comforting warmth that surrounded him, Bravekit realized that he didn't care whether or not Swanfeather was afraid of anything. As long as she was there and did not leave him alone, she could be scared of everything she wanted. Even if he did not think anything could scare a talented and knowledgable she-cat like her. But it was the second part of her words that he wanted to remember. The part where she said that he could be scared as long as he did not let it control him. Bravekit had trouble comprehending what she meant by this, but all the same, promised in a quiet voice, "I won't. Ever." Blue eyes looked back up at Swanfeather, contentment evident in them regardless of the thunder crashing around outside. I'm not alone. She's here with me. She said she wouldn't leave me.

"Swa--Swa--" A yawn interrupted his words, the result of a wave of weariness washing through him. Fighting it off with the determination typical of a kit, the young tom blinked and shook his head, as if trying to rid himself of an irksome fly. "Swanfeather," He began again, persistent. "Do you like me?" The question was an odd one, born of hidden insecurity and brought forth by the drowsiness that seeped through his bones.

[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq134/joann1068/black-background.jpg); padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [style=border: 5px solid #303030; background: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/1zl5h8j.jpg); height: 260px; width: 430px; border-radius: 10px; margin-top: -10px; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;] [/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] COULD YOU BEAM ME UP[/style] [style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 24px; line-height: 8px; text-align: center; text-shadow: -1px 0 #000000, 0 1px #000000, 1px 0 #000000, 0 -1px #000000; ] GIVE ME A MINITUE I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D SAY IN IT[/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #959595; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]▌ He claimed she didn't have fear which brought a smile to her face but she busied herself by carefully moving her paw to adjust the sides of the nest, making them softer and more rounded, his thrashing in his sleep had flattened the moss. Swanfeather just laid with him, taking in his small presence, picturing her possibly kits she would have had with Frostfang, Rose and Bravekit. Now she had one of two which was more than she ever dreamed of. While it wasn't entirely fair to Bravekit's mother's image to try and replace the she-cat but Swanfeather couldn't stop herself, it was just something she wanted to dearly. His question made her ears flicker as she looked down at him and smiled kindly, nuzzling the little tom-kit. "Oh honey I don't like you I love you!" She purred kindly, licking his ears like a mother would. "I might not have brought you into his world by my own means but I'll happily care for you and raise you as my own. As long as you respect me as a son should." She purred, flicking her tail over his nose before moving a little and nudging him into the nest again. "Now close your eyes and let StarClan send you happy dreams filled with fat fish and wonderful adventures." With those words she rose up and nudge him again, turning to gather more moss and placing it around him, creating a nest that was just the right shape for him, a way to keep him warm on such a cold night. [/style] [style= width: 420px; background-color: #363636; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; opacity: 0.6; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000000; box-shadow: #000000 0px 0px 10px;]tag: music:Beam Me Up - P!ink comments: [/style] [style= background-color: #404040; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: FA58F4; margin-top: -10px;]PROBABLY JUST STARE, HAPPY TO BE HOLDING YOUR FACE[/style] [style=width: 400px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #000000; font-family: georgia;]table by KEIKEI @ BTN[/style]