Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Apr 22, 2020 2:07:52 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 was quiet.
The day had been dreary, full of storms and rain that thundered throughout the valley but with the fall of night it seemed the sky had quieted it's tantrum. Though the weather had kept nearly all of the clan holed up due to it's volatile nature, it was quite irksome to the free spirited queen that was used to wandering.
She had been cooped up in camp all day and unable to travel during the moonlight horizon because it could be dangerous.
The silver tabby had managed to get away with small walks through the moorlands as long as she was with a patrol of some kind to keep an eye on her and her rather swollen abdomen. It was hard to keep such a wandering soul trapped in one place for too long, however due to her constant company she couldn't attempt to sneak away.
It had been so long it seemed, since the last time she had curled up against the warm flank of her mate. The purr that rose within his throat as he kept his tail wrapped protectively around her and their kits that she carried, happily. It was always painfully obvious that Leopardheart was missing within parts of her life, due to the fact he lived over the border as a warrior of Treeclan.
Queens weren't required to name the sire of their kits, so Windspirit didn't have any prying minds when it came to her pregnancy. There were a few, who knew but they kept her secret with their loyalty to the gentle, near mute silver tabby. Cloudyfeather, the young queen's mother was also aware though the former loner was hardly about to judge the actions of her free-spirited daughter.
Pale green pools were faintly illuminated within the darkness of the burrow where she was slightly stretched out in her soft nest. The breathing of Rosefire and Cloudyfeather filled the silence, and of course the occasional squeak from one of the kittens curled at the senior queen's belly.
Windspirit hadn't been able to get comfortable. Her paws were aching to race through the open hills of Lightningclan's territory. To feel her namesake press against her like an old friend as it coaxed her into a race through the grass. To crest over the rolling land to find the handsome Bengal form of her mate awaiting her under the trees of the forest.
A prick of pain wriggled within her body causing a slight squeak to part Windspirit's pale maw, there was a slight ear flicker from Rosefire over in her nest. The dilute fur along the young queen's spine rose as the feeling of being uncomfortable grew within her entire form.
Then there was another flash of pain.
Mom! Windspirit felt panic starting to well up within her chest as her abdomen started to squeeze and contract. She forgot the articulate the word as it rang silently within her mind. Another shock brought the waiting queen back to her senses as she cried out softly for the older she-cat.
"Mom!" Her soft voice was full of mixed emotion, that obviously echoed ever obviously within her wide, pale green gaze. Cloudyfeather's slumbering form shifted as her head popped up from beneath her tail. The former queen quickly made it to her paws and to the side of her young daughter.
"It's okay Windspirit, breathe and i'll go get Kindleflare." Cloudfeather's voice was soft, hardly as used as the silver tabby's was. Giving a nervous nod and wincing at another ping, the expecting mother watched as Cloudyfeather slipped from the nursery and out towards the medicine cat's den.
Oh, Leopardheart.... She wished so despriately that he was here with her.