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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2015 20:16:38 GMT -5
Ghostlight The Ghost In Your Mind Be still my heart 'cause it's freaking out, it's freaking out, right now Shining like stars 'cause we're beautiful, we're beautiful, right now
Night had settling a while ago, the moon a small sliver as it barely lit up the dark sky. Silverpelt shimmered brightly through the inky darkness despite the moon's lack of light. Cats of Starclan watching on as new members of Nightclan lived their first couple of hours, warm and cosy inside of their new mossy den.
Tiny mewls came from three different tiny, pink mouths as they found their way, blindly to their mother. Two were more bolder than the third, who was also much smaller than his older and stronger siblings. It was the Medicine Cat who pushed the smallest in place against his mother's belly, helping him find the milk he desperately wanted.
Pale blue eyes were closed as her ragged breathing continued. The kitting had begun around mid to late afternoon and had only just recently ended. The queen had a complicated kitting and lost a lot of blood, and was defiantly thankful that she had Featherpaw through the whole ordeal. The first two kits had come easily, a strong gray tomkit was first and then a healthy black she-kit. It wad thought that they were the only two until a bit later when the black feathered queen started to have more complications.
A third kit came much later, and much smaller, another tomkit. Featherpaw had so wonderfully saved both the tiny kit and his mother from joining Starclan that evening. An ear flicked as Ghostlight heard Featherpaw pad away once the three kits were suckling happily. Soft murmers outside the den indicated that Featherpaw said it was okay to go and visit.
The queen wasn't even sure if she had the strength to lift her head to greet her mate, or anyone else who wanted to come see the newest members of their clan. However, pale blue eyes opened and narrowed to gain vision in the darkness of the Nursery. A weak purr rumbled in her throat as Blackwolf's scent touched her nose.
"Hey you..." She rasped softly, gently wrapping her tail around the three kits that lay at her belly, enjoying their first meal as they pressed against her skin with their tiny paws. She could already feel pride rise in her chest as she though of her three babies growing to become fine and proud warriors of Nightclan. Little Princes and a Princess to Blackwolf and kin to Ravenstar herself.
Her kits would grow to learn to take care of themselves, learn to hunt and fight as apprentices and represent the name of Nightclan when they received their warrior names. Ghostlight could only wonder what they would be called. She had already named her oldest son, as she had said before, Bonekit was gifted to the gray tomkit.
She wanted to be with Blackwolf when she named the other two of their beautiful, wonderful kits.
You're all I see in all these places You're all I see in all these faces So let's pretend we're running out of time, of time |
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Post by Fawn on Jan 24, 2015 19:24:38 GMT -5
 And just like that, life happened. For what felt like hours, he had paced outside Featherpaw's den, only a blockade of his mother and a handful of warriors kept him from barging in and hovering by Featherpaw's side - growling orders at the one cat who could save the lives of his mate and newly arrived kits. Grooves had been worn into the floor of the cavernous camp of NightClan, he was certain; seconds ago, his patience and his temper had been razor thin, a tripwire some unfortunate apprentice or bystander was liable to engage over the simplest of reasons. And yet, three heartbeats later, when Featherpaw poked her head outside the nursery to tell him it had gone well despite the complications, Blackwolf froze. Cemented to the rock underneath him, the silence inside his head was deafening, and then came the crash of relief that struck like hard rain on dry stone. She's alive, and so are the kits.
His heart thudded a battle song against his chest, but he wasn't listening for that, he listened instead for the soft sound of his mate's breathing, feeling an upheaval of relief and concern both when he heard how tired she sounded and saw how exhausted she looked. Rushing to greet her first, Blackwolf dipped his head, tongue rasping gently over his mate's face as he made the mental struggle to formulate a suitable response to 'hey you...'
What could he say? 'You scared the fur off my back, don't do that again', or maybe 'Don't scare me like that, you'd better not die before me'. He settled for neither, his attention finally landing on the three small bundles she had struggled so hard to bring into their world. Tiny, squirming and still damp, had they been anyone else's kits but his, he would've found them comparable to a nest full of squirrel-lings - helpless and unusual to look at. But these were his kits. Their kits, and Blackwolf was forced unexpectedly to expand his definition of the word beautiful. They were beautiful, and so was Ghostlight, without a shred of a doubt. With a shocking amount of gentility, considering who he was and what he prided himself on, the NightClan warrior licked each kit, his nose full of the milky scent that permeated throughout the nursery. "I'm glad you're safe," he mewed in a low, sincere tone, to both kits and mate, leaning in close to examine each of them, his smile growing as the stark reality of parenthood started to settle in. Moons ago, this would have been the last thing he'd wanted - and if it had happened, something he would've had very little part of, but right now, Blackwolf wanted to be here for every moment. He wanted to see their first attempt at walking, the first time they pounced, the transition to solid food, their apprentice ceremonies and, eventually, see them graduate into warriors, each one exemplary in their own way.
Blackwolf curled up beside her. What had Featherpaw said? Somehow standing just outside the entrance felt like half a day ago. Two toms and a she-kit. "Which one's going to be Bonekit?" If Ghostlight had gone ahead and named him or her already, then he was definitely naming the second one. He eyed her with great affection, a glint in his eyes that bordered on elation reflected in the gold and blue. They'd end up squabbling over the third one, and he was completely looking forward to it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 1:50:27 GMT -5
Ghostlight The Ghost In Your Mind Be still my heart 'cause it's freaking out, it's freaking out, right now Shining like stars 'cause we're beautiful, we're beautiful, right now
A small, weak smile graced the queen's face as she heard the gentleness in her mate's voice. The gentleness that was only gifted to her and no other cat would ever hear such a soft and precious tone. It was small, simple things like that which had made the feathered she-cat fall in-love with the brutish tomcat of Nightclan.
His question was one she expected, he was there with her when she decided that Bonekit was going to be the name of one of their kits, for his kin and leader, Ravenstar. Boneshadow had been a fine warrior of Nightclan and a well rounded deputy under his best friend, Ravenstar. To name one of her kits after a legacy, was a proud thing for both parents and the kit who received the name.
Pale blue eyes winced as she pulled her self into a position to where she could look upon the the kits suckling at her belly, a gentle light flooded her unusual eyes as she watched all three of them. So beautiful and precious in their own way. The gray tom, gifted with Bonekit for his name, the black she-cat, who lay between her two brother, and the small dull black tom, tiny but a fighter.
"This one is Bonekit..." She said, her voice tired but she fought it back to enjoy the moment between herself, her kits and her wonderful mate. She could have been mad at him, for making her go through such pain when birthing the three tiny kits, but she pushed her fear of dying back and nosed the long furred, gray tom, the biggest of the three.
"You can name the other two..." She purred quietly, she wasn't sure if she had the energy to think of names for her two remaining, nameless kits. Their birth took so much work and energy, and was nearly ten times as exhausting as the time she nearly drowned when Blackwolf had to save her.
She did like the name Coyotekit for the runt, though she would wait to see what Blackwolf liked, before saying her opinion. She thought it would be a good choice, with his father being Blackwolf, and a former she-cat of the clan being Silverfox.
You're all I see in all these places You're all I see in all these faces So let's pretend we're running out of time, of time |
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Post by Fawn on Jan 27, 2015 8:47:42 GMT -5
Naming his offspring wasn't something he had actually considered prior to this moment; he had been fine with Ghostlight choosing Bonekit for one of the three, but he hadn't exactly spent his free time polling his friends to see what they thought was an acceptable kit name or not. Perhaps he had expected inspiration to strike when he finally laid eyes on his new family? Blackwolf didn't really do inspiration, he did gut feelings, he did instincts and experience. But this was kit-naming, not exactly a battle. So, with only a faint idea of something in mind, he drew his attention to the little she-kit, skirting the impending discussion about his youngest son, the runt of the litter; back when he'd been in the nursery, he remembered listening in on a hushed conversation between two queens. One queen had had a tiny, runty scrap of a thing, and hesitated to name it in case it wouldn't survive; the other queen thought it was bad luck to send a nameless kit into StarClan, so she had encouraged her to pick one anyway.
That fate wasn't about to happen to any son of his, whether the tiny tom-kit made it to the sunrise or not - but he came from a family of fighters. Blackwolf's gut was telling him the little scrap would hold onto the life he'd been given for as long as possible; he didn't like considering the alternative. Blackwolf leaned in and nosed the little she-cat, watching the way the light coming in from outside made her damp coat shine, plastered as it was to her body. Were those ears? StarClan, they were tiny little creatures. Half the cats in the Clan ate prey bigger than the three of them combined.
What would be a good name for a she-cat? He didn't want to name her after his mother. He didn't want to name the other two after anyone - they were his kits, and they would get unique names to reflect this, not follow in someone else's footsteps (unless those footsteps were his). "Hollykit," he settled on at last, purring with satisfaction at the name. Blackwolf half expected the kitten to respond in acceptance of its new name, but the kit only continued nursing, deaf and blind to the world and to her father for the time being. Now for the littlest one...
The tom would need a strong name. "Nightkit," he laid his tail over the runt of the litter. That was his suggestion - name the kit after the Clan, and he was sure to thrive. Blackwolf wasn't what you called superstitious, but if StarClan wanted to ensure his offspring survived, he'd given them the means to do so. Their ancestors were not so stupid as to claim a kit named after the Clan he was born in; it would only make them look bad. And if they did, they would have HIM to answer to, and no cat with enough brain cells wanted that. Dead or otherwise.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 23:44:59 GMT -5
Ghostlight The Ghost In Your Mind Be still my heart 'cause it's freaking out, it's freaking out, right now Shining like stars 'cause we're beautiful, we're beautiful, right now
Hollykit.
She liked that. A perfect name for a perfect she-kit. A good, strong, healthy name, one that was unique because no other Nightclanner had the prefix of Holly-. The black queen knew that she was going to be dotted on, as all kits were, but even more so since she was Blackwolf's daughter and kin to Ravenstar. Hollykit was a fine name for a she-kit like such.
However, despite Blackwolf trying to hide it, the tired queen could see the worry in his mismatched eyes when he looked over the runt of the litter. The small tom who almost died, who almost took her life as well. Reaching forwards, without over exerting herself, the pale eyed warrioress touched her nose to Blackwolf's cheek, breathing in his missed scent.
"Don't worry." She said in a raspy voice, "He will be okay, and he will live." Ghostlight wasn't able to hold herself up that long, and so she laid back down, letting out a low sigh as her body relaxed once more into the soft nest with her three, suckling kits.
"He is a fighter, just like his father." Her voice sounded even more tired, but she was struggling to stay away, using what was left of her energy to stay here and name her kits with her mate. Thought Nightkit was good and strong, she didn't know if it was very original and she wanted her kits to have names that stood out among their clanmates.
"What about Coyotekit?" Sure, Coyotes were known as scavengers, but they fought for life. Their whole life consisted of fighting to live another moment, hour and day in the harsh world. And despite being small, the little tom looked to have a lanky body compared to his more fluffy siblings. The name seemed to fit perfectly on him.
Pale blue eyes looked up at her mate, a low purr rumbling in her throat. "Hollykit and Coyotekit?" She asked softly, not sure if she had the strength to argue if Blackwolf didn't like the name she thought was perfect. And so, if not, then Nightkit he should be.
Bonekit, Hollykit and Night or Coyotekit.
You're all I see in all these places You're all I see in all these faces So let's pretend we're running out of time, of time |
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Post by Fawn on Jan 30, 2015 0:24:59 GMT -5
Coyotekit? The first thing that sprang to mind was a mangy, long-legged creature he had seen darting in and out of the treeline, when Blackwolf had gotten close to the bottom of the mountains. It wasn't a very positive association, and the tom's mismatched gaze settled on his tired mate, a frown forming on his dark muzzle. "Coyotekit?" He repeated out loud, as if saying the name might give him a good reason why she would have chosen it; again, sights were set on the runtiest of the litter. If she wanted their son to be named after such a long-legged creature, the name would be useless if he turned out short, though Blackwolf was pretty sure 'short' wasn't a description most associated with his family and his ancestors (Ravenstar was a fluke, if anyone asked).
He'd picked their daughter's name, and it had been agreed upon by both that Bonekit would be named after the dead deputy, Boneshadow, but what about the smallest of the squirming trio nestled against Ghostlight's belly? Blackwolf would trust her instincts on this one, mainly because he could see she was too tired to argue, and that this could all become a moot point if the little scrap didn't last out the remainder of New Leaf. Even with his mate's reassurances, Blackwolf's thoughts were still cloudy with the possibility of losing his own son.
Just forget it. They aren't going to take him before he's grown. Just name him Coyotekit.
"It'll do," he finally mewed. "What's so special about naming him Coyotekit?" Really. What did she see in the name 'Coyote' that he couldn't? Blackwolf did not acknowledge their loner lifestyle and the toughness of surviving on your own, he didn't think of them as expert survivalists, he thought of them from a warrior's perspective. To the cat trying to feed his Clan, coyotes were problematic at best, long-legged pests that were harder to chase off than foxes. And speaking of hunting, the dark warrior abruptly decided he would go out again, catch more prey for his mate to eat when she woke up (she looked about ready to fall face-first into her nest). As soon as they'd worked out the names, he would go. Or, instead, he would mull over this Coyotekit/Nightkit dilemma and get back to her about it.
Not that that was his usual style of things. He was primarily a decisive cat, he rarely had conflicted interests with another cat whose opinion he cared about - mainly because there were so few cats whose opinions he cared about. Ghostlight definitely held a special place in his life, to make him show this much concern for her thoughts, as well as respect her perspective.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 23:18:15 GMT -5
Ghostlight The Ghost In Your Mind Be still my heart 'cause it's freaking out, it's freaking out, right now Shining like stars 'cause we're beautiful, we're beautiful, right now
The new queen was on the verge of dozing off after giving up her name idea of Coyotekit to her mate. She wasn't really expecting that he'd act her why such a name sounded so good to name their son it. She actually wasn't expecting much after she offered the name since she though she was about to fall out of consciousness with how utterly exhausted she was.
And she was suprised that Blackwolf would even bring up the question.
The pretty shadow black she-cat felt her eyelids drooping over those pretty, ghostly pale blues of hers while her sights remained on her three suckling kits rather than looking up at her mate. She knew why Coyote was a good name for her kit, though she had other reasons as well. She slightly debated on which to tell him.
However, with her hormones rather all over the place, the more sweeter reason of the two decided to poke out of her maw as she spoke. "Coyotekit fits in rather well with Blackwolf, don't you think..." She gave a yawn, laying her head down on her paws as her purring quieted down.
Ghostlight wasn't know for being soft, or sentimental, but with everything that had happened, her giving birth to three beautiful and wonderful kits, her near death experince and being there in that moment with her mate, it was definitely going to her head and her soft heart was shinning through that dark pelt of hers.
So, while Coyotekit had been picked originally because she believed Coyotes to be survivors, and her runt tomkit would be a survivor and live, she gave her mate the reason that she thought in her mind, that he would be named alike his father, a true warrior and a cat to look up too.
As her breathing slowed, and her head lowered to her paws, her last couple of words came out in a soft whisper as sleep started to take over her body. "Bonekit, Hollykit.... and Coyotekit..." Of course, if Blackwolf insisted on Nightkit, then that would be his name.
And so, the names of her kits were the last words she spoke as sleep took over her tired body, letting her mind rest as her kits slept soundly in the curve of her belly, feathered tail curled around them to both protect them and keep them warm.
You're all I see in all these places You're all I see in all these faces So let's pretend we're running out of time, of time |
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