What's One More? [Ghostlight, Slatenose, CLOSED] Feb 2, 2015 23:16:54 GMT -5
Post by Fate of Five Admin on Feb 2, 2015 23:16:54 GMT -5
Ravenstar had left Smokefur to rest and turned toward the nursery with the tiny bundle her sister had returned with hanging from her jaws. Her Clanmates had watched and murmured and tried to ask questions about Smokefur’s return but she had waved them off with her tail; they would get their answers after Smokefur had a good night’s rest and a full belly and the kit’s fate was decided. On her way to the nursery she spotted Slatenose and flicked her tail, indicating her deputy should come with her. She would not be telling the Clan what was going on tonight, but if Ghostlight was going to possibly take care of the kit, she deserved to know the story behind him, and her deputy should know it immediately as well.
She padded through the narrow nursery entrance, the cavern opening up into a rather bulbous shape. The nursery cavern was surprisingly rounded, with smooth, gently sloping walls. Ghostlight lay in her nest with her new kits, likely very similar in age to the kit she carried with her now, just a few days old. She dipped her head slightly in greeting and glanced behind her to see if Slatenose had followed. The kit her jaws began to squirm feebly, the nursery was filled with the scent of milk, and who knew how long it had been since the tiny scrap had last been fed.
She moved forward, toward the new queen, stopping at the edge of her nest and setting the kit down between her own paws. When she spoke, she murmured softly so as not to disturb Ghostlight’s kits, “Hello, Ghostlight.” She glanced down at the three bundles of fur nestled at the ebony queen’s belly. Ghostlight had nearly died during her kitting, bringing about thoughts of Ravenstar’s own mother and how she had deteriorated with each litter she had borne until Grimjaw…. He had only been her third litter, but… there was always something wrong with her, something Dapplecloud couldn’t fix, and she had insisted on bearing those kits. She had wanted the life of a queen, and in the end it had killed her.
Ravenstar had been almost as nervous as Blackwolf during Ghostlight’s kitting, but kittings in general always made her nervous. She had torn her nest apart, hiding in her den so no cat could see just how afraid she was of losing a cat to the birthing process with only a half trained medicine cat to care for her. She flicked her ears as if flicking away those memories. Ghostlight was here, safe and healthy, and so were her kits. “This…,” she looked down at the kit between her paws, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully, “This is… Stonekit.” He was from the mountains, after all. Smokefur had not told her his name, if he even had one. Stonekit was as good a name as any. Mountainkit sounded a bit too grand, “He needs someone to feed him….” Already the kit was using what little strength he had left to squirm toward Ghostlight and her milky scent, unable to surmount the edge of her nest to reach her.