Post by Fawn on Dec 16, 2021 19:40:20 GMT -5
Baby I need light, I need fire
78 Moons Warrior NightClan
For the first few days, she had been too scared to say anything. Afraid that, after all this time, after so many failed attempts, that this would turn out to be a mistake. Not that she doubted Shadowchaser's skills as a healer - her hope just felt like a fragile thing she needed to guard. Her heart couldn't handle the disappointment.
And then came the earthquake. Hollystorm, like her mate, had evacuated the valley with wide eyes and pricked fur, thoughts consumed with questions and desperation. She had glimpsed a RainClan she-cat carrying a near-newborn kit through the chaos and shuddered at the trauma they were both suffering.
She stayed as close to Sunpulse as possible, her life quickly touched by grief as Coyoteheart, her brother, and Bonetail's mate Lilyfrost failed to make it to safety. Sunpulse, as always, was her guiding light in the darkness. Grief made her tired. Fear made sleeping more trial than reprieve, and in those somber, awful days following the earthquake, she dared not breathe a word of her secret.
Her precious, precious secret.
But they weren't with the Tribe anymore. The earth no longer shook like a furious, dying beast.
"Thank you for your help Hollystorm. Graywolf! Help me carry more moss into the nursery!" A Clanmate called sternly, trying to wrangle Hollystorm's pretty, gray-furred niece into some semblance of helpfulness.
Hollystorm's heart pounded. The nursery. She'd been glancing at it for days now, keenly aware that this new place, this new camp, was where she was going to have kits. Kits. At long last. Hollystorm kneaded the earth, nerves once again creeping up.
"You look healthy, Hollystorm." Shadowchaser had said during her last check-up with the medicine cat. "You can expect them towards the middle of leaf-fall. Congratulations, Hollystorm. You're having the first kits of MistClan."
He'd probably meant it as encouragement, but in that moment of delirium and terror, she felt a complicated mix of joy and pressure. And now she was standing in the middle of a busy camp, buzzing with nerves and looking around for Sunpulse.
Like a ray of sunlight he broke through the small crowd of muted pelts, carrying back a successful catch from the newly returned hunting patrol. Hollystorm's heart leaped out of her body, and she approached, putting on a smile that she hoped was natural. "Hey sunshine, can I talk to you? Outside of the hollow." This wasn't something for eavesdroppers.
Not something this important. Not something they'd been praying to StarClan for.
And then came the earthquake. Hollystorm, like her mate, had evacuated the valley with wide eyes and pricked fur, thoughts consumed with questions and desperation. She had glimpsed a RainClan she-cat carrying a near-newborn kit through the chaos and shuddered at the trauma they were both suffering.
She stayed as close to Sunpulse as possible, her life quickly touched by grief as Coyoteheart, her brother, and Bonetail's mate Lilyfrost failed to make it to safety. Sunpulse, as always, was her guiding light in the darkness. Grief made her tired. Fear made sleeping more trial than reprieve, and in those somber, awful days following the earthquake, she dared not breathe a word of her secret.
Her precious, precious secret.
But they weren't with the Tribe anymore. The earth no longer shook like a furious, dying beast.
"Thank you for your help Hollystorm. Graywolf! Help me carry more moss into the nursery!" A Clanmate called sternly, trying to wrangle Hollystorm's pretty, gray-furred niece into some semblance of helpfulness.
Hollystorm's heart pounded. The nursery. She'd been glancing at it for days now, keenly aware that this new place, this new camp, was where she was going to have kits. Kits. At long last. Hollystorm kneaded the earth, nerves once again creeping up.
"You look healthy, Hollystorm." Shadowchaser had said during her last check-up with the medicine cat. "You can expect them towards the middle of leaf-fall. Congratulations, Hollystorm. You're having the first kits of MistClan."
He'd probably meant it as encouragement, but in that moment of delirium and terror, she felt a complicated mix of joy and pressure. And now she was standing in the middle of a busy camp, buzzing with nerves and looking around for Sunpulse.
Like a ray of sunlight he broke through the small crowd of muted pelts, carrying back a successful catch from the newly returned hunting patrol. Hollystorm's heart leaped out of her body, and she approached, putting on a smile that she hoped was natural. "Hey sunshine, can I talk to you? Outside of the hollow." This wasn't something for eavesdroppers.
Not something this important. Not something they'd been praying to StarClan for.
BlooRey DVD 420 words~
Day: Leaf-fall 3 - The unrelenting winds bring about a cold-snap that sees prey hiding away within burrows, though woodland creatures and aquatic morsels can still be found with some luck. The cold dampness about the earth pervades – valuable herbs rendered useless by the dampness and the gusts, and an unfortunate influx of runny noses and leaky eyes... not yet greencough or whitecough, but worrying.