Post by Abyss on Jul 14, 2020 10:55:46 GMT -5
I know the road is long,but where you are is home.
Wherever you stay, I'll find the way.
Wherever you stay, I'll find the way.
It was amazing how your life could change so quickly. How one decision could affect your daily life so drastically. How all the choices you made back then could lead to the biggest choice you have ever made. Everything you used to do, everything you used to think of and base your actions around. Changed. In the blink of an eye.
Leopardheart had made one of those decisions less than a season ago. At one point, not too long ago it felt like, he had been a young tom of Treeclan. A hard-working Apprentice who did his best to show his family and his Leader how much potential he had. He had become a Warrior, a tom that they could all depend on and turn to. He was a loyal tom of Treeclan. But a couple decisions made those things false.
Windpaw. A beautiful silver tabby from Lightningclan. A quiet yet expressive she-cat who didn’t often use her voice. He had met her at the border during a patrol, a chance encounter. It was that encounter that changed his life permanently. After that day, he thought about this young she-cat from the neighboring clan often, and ran into her quite a few times as well. He had saved her from the claws of a fox, earning him his largest scars on his back leg. He had met some of her friends, her introducing him to them as “my Leopard”. He, back in Leaffall, had asked her to become his mate, despite being from different clans. The war with Nightclan took place, causing him to hardly ever see her. And when he did see her again, it was soon revealed that she was pregnant with his kits. Nearly the end of Newleaf came along, as did the kits. This was when his most important choice was presented to him. Stay in Treeclan, his birth clan and the clan he had spent his life dedicating himself to. Or move to Lightningclan, where his dear mate and his brand new kits were staying. Old family, or new family.
At one point, not too long ago, Leopardheart would have been out in the Treeclan territory around this time of sunhigh, crouching through the brush and shadows of the trees looking for prey. He would likely have one or two of his siblings at his side, stalking their forest after being assigned to a patrol. Working to provide for Treeclan.
Instead, the golden and black Bengal tom found himself lying in the sun, its warmth beating down on his pelt with no remorse. His bright yellow eyes remained closed, shielding his pupils from the bright light above. The last few days, Owlmind had been really putting him to work with lots of patrols and many tests. Granted, he had been in Lightningclan for a few moons now, but he still wasn’t fully trusted. He understood, though, and gladly did as the lithe gray she-cat asked. She was his new Deputy, after all. Today he was given a break, given a chance to remain in camp and relax his muscles a bit. He would probably get put back to work after this day, but at least he had a one day vacation.
He was given break days relatively often, making sure that he didn’t overheat since he was used to the cool shadows of the trees rather than direct sunlight. But even on his days off he found that his work was never done. Though, his usual situation on his off days wasn’t considered work to him. In fact, he rather enjoyed his duty when not on patrol: a jungle gym.
A shadow cast on the tom’s face, blocking his closed eyes from the light. Somewhat suspicious of the sudden shade, his eyes just barely opened to find a figure above him. Upon his eyes opening wider, he saw a little face looking down at him, as well as legs, a body, and a tail. The whole shape of a cat above him. He seemed frightened for just a small second, but he made sure not to jump as the face quickly came at him with a giant smile.
Leopardheart had made one of those decisions less than a season ago. At one point, not too long ago it felt like, he had been a young tom of Treeclan. A hard-working Apprentice who did his best to show his family and his Leader how much potential he had. He had become a Warrior, a tom that they could all depend on and turn to. He was a loyal tom of Treeclan. But a couple decisions made those things false.
Windpaw. A beautiful silver tabby from Lightningclan. A quiet yet expressive she-cat who didn’t often use her voice. He had met her at the border during a patrol, a chance encounter. It was that encounter that changed his life permanently. After that day, he thought about this young she-cat from the neighboring clan often, and ran into her quite a few times as well. He had saved her from the claws of a fox, earning him his largest scars on his back leg. He had met some of her friends, her introducing him to them as “my Leopard”. He, back in Leaffall, had asked her to become his mate, despite being from different clans. The war with Nightclan took place, causing him to hardly ever see her. And when he did see her again, it was soon revealed that she was pregnant with his kits. Nearly the end of Newleaf came along, as did the kits. This was when his most important choice was presented to him. Stay in Treeclan, his birth clan and the clan he had spent his life dedicating himself to. Or move to Lightningclan, where his dear mate and his brand new kits were staying. Old family, or new family.
At one point, not too long ago, Leopardheart would have been out in the Treeclan territory around this time of sunhigh, crouching through the brush and shadows of the trees looking for prey. He would likely have one or two of his siblings at his side, stalking their forest after being assigned to a patrol. Working to provide for Treeclan.
Instead, the golden and black Bengal tom found himself lying in the sun, its warmth beating down on his pelt with no remorse. His bright yellow eyes remained closed, shielding his pupils from the bright light above. The last few days, Owlmind had been really putting him to work with lots of patrols and many tests. Granted, he had been in Lightningclan for a few moons now, but he still wasn’t fully trusted. He understood, though, and gladly did as the lithe gray she-cat asked. She was his new Deputy, after all. Today he was given a break, given a chance to remain in camp and relax his muscles a bit. He would probably get put back to work after this day, but at least he had a one day vacation.
He was given break days relatively often, making sure that he didn’t overheat since he was used to the cool shadows of the trees rather than direct sunlight. But even on his days off he found that his work was never done. Though, his usual situation on his off days wasn’t considered work to him. In fact, he rather enjoyed his duty when not on patrol: a jungle gym.
A shadow cast on the tom’s face, blocking his closed eyes from the light. Somewhat suspicious of the sudden shade, his eyes just barely opened to find a figure above him. Upon his eyes opening wider, he saw a little face looking down at him, as well as legs, a body, and a tail. The whole shape of a cat above him. He seemed frightened for just a small second, but he made sure not to jump as the face quickly came at him with a giant smile.
Leopardheart
Warrior of LightningClan
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Tigerkit
LC Kit
“Daddy!” With a small cheer, the kit latched on to the side of Leopardheart’s face, making sure that none of her little claws were unsheathed. Sprawled out across the side of his face, the orange and black kit blocked half of his vision and her paws pushed and pulled at the top of his head and his mouth. With a little heave, and a turn of his head by his own choice, the tabby now laid atop him between his ears, almost making it appear as though the leopard-like tom had an orange spiked mane.
With a bright smile on her face, Tigerkit laid her head between her paws, her chin setting against her father’s forehead right between his eyes. “Morning daddy, ” she mewed, her tail flicking happily behind her.
It wasn’t necessarily morning anymore, but with as rambunctious as her siblings tended to be, especially Swift and Hare, it was hard not to sleep in. By the time Tigerkit found her light blue eyes opening, their mother was already awake, grooming their fur as they started to exit their deep sleep. With this bunch, grooming was usually quite short, for they were a group of restless balls of fur.
It was quite odd, really. She didn’t think about this herself, but she occasionally heard the other adults talking to her parents about how different their litter was. How had Windspirit, a very quiet and calm she-cat, and Leopardheart, a kind and gentlemanly tom, created a litter of energetic and troublesome kits? Really, it was only the twins that were trouble. They never knew when to stop their pranks and tricks. Tiger and her sister were often dragged into their antics, though. To Tiger’s credit, she was usually the one who suggested they stop so they don’t get in trouble. Did this always work? No. But it was worth a shot.
“Where is everyone else?” She heard the Bengal’s voice below her and felt his head shift with the movement of his jaws, her moving along with his words.
“They were still with momma when I left.” Now curious, the she-kit lifted her head and turned, peering over at the Nursery only a fox-length or two away, waiting to see if any of the other kits, siblings or otherwise, were about yet.
With a bright smile on her face, Tigerkit laid her head between her paws, her chin setting against her father’s forehead right between his eyes. “Morning daddy, ” she mewed, her tail flicking happily behind her.
It wasn’t necessarily morning anymore, but with as rambunctious as her siblings tended to be, especially Swift and Hare, it was hard not to sleep in. By the time Tigerkit found her light blue eyes opening, their mother was already awake, grooming their fur as they started to exit their deep sleep. With this bunch, grooming was usually quite short, for they were a group of restless balls of fur.
It was quite odd, really. She didn’t think about this herself, but she occasionally heard the other adults talking to her parents about how different their litter was. How had Windspirit, a very quiet and calm she-cat, and Leopardheart, a kind and gentlemanly tom, created a litter of energetic and troublesome kits? Really, it was only the twins that were trouble. They never knew when to stop their pranks and tricks. Tiger and her sister were often dragged into their antics, though. To Tiger’s credit, she was usually the one who suggested they stop so they don’t get in trouble. Did this always work? No. But it was worth a shot.
“Where is everyone else?” She heard the Bengal’s voice below her and felt his head shift with the movement of his jaws, her moving along with his words.
“They were still with momma when I left.” Now curious, the she-kit lifted her head and turned, peering over at the Nursery only a fox-length or two away, waiting to see if any of the other kits, siblings or otherwise, were about yet.
Don't you know
there's part of me
that longs to go
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It's the big kit thread!!
Ghost the Undead Goddess (Wind + Swift) Ginger (Hare) Katara (Snow + Daring) Hellion (Dandelion) ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 (Noble)
Ghost the Undead Goddess (Wind + Swift) Ginger (Hare) Katara (Snow + Daring) Hellion (Dandelion) ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 (Noble)
