Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2015 19:36:53 GMT -5
Redsplash
Eat Your Heart out
I've got bad blood
I've done bad things
How can I control myself
If I enjoy these nasty habits
Eat Your Heart out
I've got bad blood
I've done bad things
How can I control myself
If I enjoy these nasty habits
It was early in the morning, perhaps Dawn when a pain the unsettled queen couldn't describe, started to tear against her body. At first, she had figured it had been just like all the other pains she had been having over the past few days, where it prevented her from walking around, keeping her confined to the smallness of the Nursery walls.
When the alabaster she-cat had first been told she had to move to the Nursery, a wave a fear drowned out the next words spoken by Swanfeather and Razorstar. A fear that the pink eyed she-cat had forgotten she held, as she had tried to push it down beneath everything else that had piled on-top of her life since her unfortunate birth.
Despite the fact that Redsplash had to sleep in the Nursery, didn't mean she had to stay there all day, like some of the others. She let her white paws carry her around camp and somewhat into Rainclan's territory before the pain started and she was forced to remain in the Nursery all day.
The intimate closeness of the queens only too well reminded her of the time where she was taken in by Goldenroot after her mother died kitting her, the torture that was placed upon her small, innocent shoulders by both the queen who fed her and the tom who sired her. Rest assured, nightmares ensued Redsplash the first night she spent, curled up in the nest.
Many of the nightmares were things she had already experienced before, such as Goldenroot and her two kits, Minnowleap and Silverfish, teasing her, pushing her around, talking to her like she was a mouse and her life was worthless. Things such as Shellflood wanting to kill her, whispering in her ear that she should have died instead of his mate, her mother.
But there were others, ones that Redsplash had not been expecting to have. Ones that shocked her to be afraid of. Most of them were of Shellflood, coming into the nursery and ripping the lives of her kits from her to torture her even more. She had thought she had dealt with the tom who sired her when she had killed and fed from his dead body. Apparently, the Nursery was bringing up memories and feelings that she did not wish to have.
When the pain started, a yowl erupted from Redsplash's throat unintentionally. She had not been expecting such a pain, it felt as if someone was ripping apart her stomach. Pinkish-red eyes widened as she pain started again. She hadn't been in the Nursery, nor near it, when Roselight had gone through all this only around a moon ago.
However, she heart the voice of Razorstar's mate call to Rippletail, another queen who occupied the Nursery with her, and some she-cat named Tumblestep. Barely catching the words, it sounded like something to do with Swanfeather, the Medicine Cat. With that being said, the silver queen, Rippletail, stood and slipped out of the nursery.
The next few moments happened quite quickly in Redsplash's mind, though the pain seemed to drag out forever, a never ending wave that ripped and pulled at her body as her claws shredded the moss underneath her. Despite how the other queens had, or did feel about the pure white she-cat, Tumblestep had padded forwards to try and comfort Redsplash.
Whispering soothing meows of reassurance into the kitting queen's ear, Redsplash wanted to swipe her claws over Tumblestep's ears, but the pain kept her rooted in one place, and so her eyes, a-lit with fear, just kept watch on the queen who had most likely kitted several litters.
When Rippletail returned, she had Swanfeather in tow as Tumblestep moved out of the way to let the Medicine Cat deal with Redsplash's kitting. The ripples that ran along the alabaster she-cat's belly grew quicker and quicker between each one until a sharp break of pain make Redsplash yowl, echoing around the camp with ease.
Vaguely aware of Rippletail at her head, meowing gently too her, and Swanfeather at the other end, ready pull kits out if need be, the queen felt her vision blur. The wails of Redsplash faltered as Swanfeather helped a white kitten slither near it's mother's belly, tiny mouth open, pink tongue showing as it squealed.
Redsplash, still in various amount of pain, stared at the squirming white ball, unsure of what to do, and her eyes were wide with fear. She had never had a mother, only Goldenroot, who treated her like dirt. She didn't know how to act or treat this kit that she had just birthed into this world. It was Rippletail who moved first, running her tongue over the tom's pelt to warm him before pushing him up to Redsplash's belly where he kneaded for much needed milk.
Redsplash stared at the little white tom, suckling milk from her belly in awe before another shock of pain ripped through her. Of course, this little one was the first of several as another little white kit slipped out. Redsplash, unsure of Rippletail, was rather, thankful, if that was the word, for helping out with her kits as the white she-kit had no idea on what to do.
Two down, two to go as two more - one more, squealing and squirming ball of white fluff was pulled over to Redsplash's belly, cleaned by Rippletail and pushed to feed next to her two white siblings. The last, another she-kit, not white of pelt, but rather a tortoiseshell-tabby, was picked up by Swanfeather. The little kit didn't move, or breathe as a sudden splash of pain wretched it's way through her heart. A pain she didn't know how to deal with, as it wasn't physical.
Redsplash could only guess that those colorings belonged to her mother, which she only knew by name, Poolflower. As Shellflood had been a black and silver tabby.
Pinkish-red eyes stared at Swanfeather and her stillborn kit, and unnaturally to her, the queen wanted to pull the colorful kit away from the Medicine Cat, to press her nose against the tiny scrap of fur and try to get it to breathe. Yet, once the Medicine Cat was sure Redsplash and her three white kits were healthy, she took the stillborn kit and slipped from the nursery.
A cry got caught in Redsplash's throat, a cry for the kit who never got a chance to live. Maybe the little kit was with Redsplash's mother, as the queen had always hoped Poolflower was a much gentler and kinder cat than either Shellflood or Goldenroot had been. Her pinkish-red eyes watched as Swanfeather's tail dissapeared, and her heart, small as it was, sank deep into her chest.
It was an odd feeling, a feeling Redsplash believed herself incapable of feeling. Sorrow.
Several minutes had passed after Redsplash had laid her head on her paws, her mane slightly misshaped. She didn't realize how late in the day it was until some cat had brought in prey and she noticed the darkening of light outside. She glanced at her kits, still unsure of what to do next.
No-cat had asked who the father was, and no-cat probably wanted to know. For all the alabaster she-cat knew, Rainclan thought it was an abomination to let Redsplash breed and produce kits. It wasn't like she meant to, she didn't know the first thing about being a mother. Yet, looking at the three white kits, she could easily see the resemblance to both her, and the tom who sired them, Whiteshade.
Not that it was hard, both she and Whiteshade were white.
Doing another thing, very uncharacteristic of her, Redsplash turned to Rippletail, the queen who had so easily helped her with her kits. "What..." She paused, her voice rather quiet as the Siren and the Monster where gone at the moment, leaving the shell-shocked cat that had long been buried. The true Redsplash. "How do I name them?"
I am most disturbed
I deserve to be interred
Don't you dare turn your back on me
I'll attack without a warning sign
Terror lurks in the night
When the alabaster she-cat had first been told she had to move to the Nursery, a wave a fear drowned out the next words spoken by Swanfeather and Razorstar. A fear that the pink eyed she-cat had forgotten she held, as she had tried to push it down beneath everything else that had piled on-top of her life since her unfortunate birth.
Despite the fact that Redsplash had to sleep in the Nursery, didn't mean she had to stay there all day, like some of the others. She let her white paws carry her around camp and somewhat into Rainclan's territory before the pain started and she was forced to remain in the Nursery all day.
The intimate closeness of the queens only too well reminded her of the time where she was taken in by Goldenroot after her mother died kitting her, the torture that was placed upon her small, innocent shoulders by both the queen who fed her and the tom who sired her. Rest assured, nightmares ensued Redsplash the first night she spent, curled up in the nest.
Many of the nightmares were things she had already experienced before, such as Goldenroot and her two kits, Minnowleap and Silverfish, teasing her, pushing her around, talking to her like she was a mouse and her life was worthless. Things such as Shellflood wanting to kill her, whispering in her ear that she should have died instead of his mate, her mother.
But there were others, ones that Redsplash had not been expecting to have. Ones that shocked her to be afraid of. Most of them were of Shellflood, coming into the nursery and ripping the lives of her kits from her to torture her even more. She had thought she had dealt with the tom who sired her when she had killed and fed from his dead body. Apparently, the Nursery was bringing up memories and feelings that she did not wish to have.
When the pain started, a yowl erupted from Redsplash's throat unintentionally. She had not been expecting such a pain, it felt as if someone was ripping apart her stomach. Pinkish-red eyes widened as she pain started again. She hadn't been in the Nursery, nor near it, when Roselight had gone through all this only around a moon ago.
However, she heart the voice of Razorstar's mate call to Rippletail, another queen who occupied the Nursery with her, and some she-cat named Tumblestep. Barely catching the words, it sounded like something to do with Swanfeather, the Medicine Cat. With that being said, the silver queen, Rippletail, stood and slipped out of the nursery.
The next few moments happened quite quickly in Redsplash's mind, though the pain seemed to drag out forever, a never ending wave that ripped and pulled at her body as her claws shredded the moss underneath her. Despite how the other queens had, or did feel about the pure white she-cat, Tumblestep had padded forwards to try and comfort Redsplash.
Whispering soothing meows of reassurance into the kitting queen's ear, Redsplash wanted to swipe her claws over Tumblestep's ears, but the pain kept her rooted in one place, and so her eyes, a-lit with fear, just kept watch on the queen who had most likely kitted several litters.
When Rippletail returned, she had Swanfeather in tow as Tumblestep moved out of the way to let the Medicine Cat deal with Redsplash's kitting. The ripples that ran along the alabaster she-cat's belly grew quicker and quicker between each one until a sharp break of pain make Redsplash yowl, echoing around the camp with ease.
Vaguely aware of Rippletail at her head, meowing gently too her, and Swanfeather at the other end, ready pull kits out if need be, the queen felt her vision blur. The wails of Redsplash faltered as Swanfeather helped a white kitten slither near it's mother's belly, tiny mouth open, pink tongue showing as it squealed.
Redsplash, still in various amount of pain, stared at the squirming white ball, unsure of what to do, and her eyes were wide with fear. She had never had a mother, only Goldenroot, who treated her like dirt. She didn't know how to act or treat this kit that she had just birthed into this world. It was Rippletail who moved first, running her tongue over the tom's pelt to warm him before pushing him up to Redsplash's belly where he kneaded for much needed milk.
Redsplash stared at the little white tom, suckling milk from her belly in awe before another shock of pain ripped through her. Of course, this little one was the first of several as another little white kit slipped out. Redsplash, unsure of Rippletail, was rather, thankful, if that was the word, for helping out with her kits as the white she-kit had no idea on what to do.
Two down, two to go as two more - one more, squealing and squirming ball of white fluff was pulled over to Redsplash's belly, cleaned by Rippletail and pushed to feed next to her two white siblings. The last, another she-kit, not white of pelt, but rather a tortoiseshell-tabby, was picked up by Swanfeather. The little kit didn't move, or breathe as a sudden splash of pain wretched it's way through her heart. A pain she didn't know how to deal with, as it wasn't physical.
Redsplash could only guess that those colorings belonged to her mother, which she only knew by name, Poolflower. As Shellflood had been a black and silver tabby.
Pinkish-red eyes stared at Swanfeather and her stillborn kit, and unnaturally to her, the queen wanted to pull the colorful kit away from the Medicine Cat, to press her nose against the tiny scrap of fur and try to get it to breathe. Yet, once the Medicine Cat was sure Redsplash and her three white kits were healthy, she took the stillborn kit and slipped from the nursery.
A cry got caught in Redsplash's throat, a cry for the kit who never got a chance to live. Maybe the little kit was with Redsplash's mother, as the queen had always hoped Poolflower was a much gentler and kinder cat than either Shellflood or Goldenroot had been. Her pinkish-red eyes watched as Swanfeather's tail dissapeared, and her heart, small as it was, sank deep into her chest.
It was an odd feeling, a feeling Redsplash believed herself incapable of feeling. Sorrow.
Several minutes had passed after Redsplash had laid her head on her paws, her mane slightly misshaped. She didn't realize how late in the day it was until some cat had brought in prey and she noticed the darkening of light outside. She glanced at her kits, still unsure of what to do next.
No-cat had asked who the father was, and no-cat probably wanted to know. For all the alabaster she-cat knew, Rainclan thought it was an abomination to let Redsplash breed and produce kits. It wasn't like she meant to, she didn't know the first thing about being a mother. Yet, looking at the three white kits, she could easily see the resemblance to both her, and the tom who sired them, Whiteshade.
Not that it was hard, both she and Whiteshade were white.
Doing another thing, very uncharacteristic of her, Redsplash turned to Rippletail, the queen who had so easily helped her with her kits. "What..." She paused, her voice rather quiet as the Siren and the Monster where gone at the moment, leaving the shell-shocked cat that had long been buried. The true Redsplash. "How do I name them?"
I am most disturbed
I deserve to be interred
Don't you dare turn your back on me
I'll attack without a warning sign
Terror lurks in the night
