Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Apr 2, 2020 18:21:30 GMT -5
Windspirit
24 Moons, LightningClan
I hear the wind across the plain,
A sound so strong, that calls my name
A sound so strong, that calls my name
It had been raining off and on since the sun disappeared from the sky the previous night. Though each outbursts from the sullen, swollen clouds didn't last long but frequent enough that it left the ground soggy to the touch. The scent of mud slowly starting to rise as paws trampled the soft ground as they went about their daily duties.
An ear flickered at the lessening sounds of dripping before it went silent altogether outside the warm and protection of the den walls. Pale green pools narrowly opened for a moment, before widening as they adjusted to the dilute tabby's surroundings. A yawn parting the molly's jaws for a moment before her fangs lightly clacked together.
The young warrioress was curled up in her own nest, but was happily snuggled up against the pale form of her mother, Cloudyfeather. Though it wasn't required of her yet, the younger she-cat had been going back and forth between the Warrior's den and the Nursery the last few nights, attempting to get used to the inevitable change.
Windspirit was a mother-to-be, a future queen of Lightningclan as the she-cat was expecting her first litter of bright, bouncing kits. The thought alone caused her heart to soar within her chest, even more so when she saw the elation within her mate's eyes once she informed Leopardheart.
She was still early on, though there was a slight swell to her belly and a certain chunkiness forming within her already round face, but the brilliant light within her soft gaze was more than enough to express the feelings of the near mute she-cat.
Shifting within her nest, Windspirit rose to her paws slowly before giving a quick stretch. Turning, the young she-cat gently ran a prickly tongue over the slightly swollen area of her growing stomach, a purr quickly rising within her throat.
I can't wait to meet you, my little ones.
The thought was clear within her bright hues, though silent upon her mouth as Windspirit turned to softly nuzzle Cloudyfeather before the pale tabby slid her way from the Nursery and into the muggy atmosphere of Lightningclan's open camp.
While she wanted more than anything to race through the moorland grasses down towards Treeclan's territory, Windspirit was well aware that she had to be careful now that she was expecting.
Though, because she still had restless paws and the need to race her namesake, Windspirit was still allowed to join border patrols to keep her busy. And it was practically impossible for her to sneak out at night like she used to do before stumbling into this predicament.
Not that she wouldn't want it any other way. Despite the fact that her mate, Leopardheart, resided in another clan, Windspirit was over the moon. She absolutely adored the handsome, Bengal tomcat with striking yellow pools, and she was beyond thrilled to bring his kits into the valley.
Turning her attention towards the camp entrance, delight flickered within those mossy pools as she spotted a few cats gathering and ready to head towards the borders before another rain shower fell upon their heads. Nimble paws quickly led Windspirit forwards, her purr still resonating within her throat as she neared.
Mind if I join? The question was silent upon her mouth, but clear within her gaze as she tilted her head.
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