The warrior, The powerful and the Pregnant

[Loki]

Joyless padded, her breathing laboured and sides etc burning. She couldn't wait much longer.
This is torture! She thought closing her eyes. She felt like cat were walking beside her, apart from Searingeyes and Cunningheart. Great cats... Joy opened and looked around.... Nope just Searingeyes and
Cunningheart. Joyless shrunk a bit. She didn't want this audience let alon a audience.

[Longstorm]

Searingeyes felt the same; he didn't want to be here, but in a way it was his duty
. His thoughts were in tune with all present - and when I say all, I mean he could hear the thoughts of the kits that were going to be born shortly. Searingeyes knew what was happening, and he knew what he was doing.
The only thing he was wondering about is why in the name of Those Below did CUNNINGHEART have to be here!

Cunningheart glared at Searingeyes and Searingeyes glared back. Cunningheart recognized the road he was taking them on - it was the one that led to a very small two-leg structure (OOC: A shed) in the middle of the forest that surrounded their hill.
"It's just birthing," she growled at him, "Why are you making her walk so far? She should be resting!"

Searingeyes snarled,
"If the kits are born in camp I guarantee they won't see their second sunrise!"

Cunningheart rolled her eyes,
"Searingeyes, you're just being-"

"Paranoid, yeah, I know, but Cunningheart?" He looked at her. "Shut up."

The two-leg structure was just a few fox-lengths away now, still in Abyssclan territory.

[Loki]

OOC: because their Joys in particular or because sometimes thats what abbysclan are like...? oh I'm talking about Searingeyes and he scary shed...
IC:
Joyless padded on, she could feel her back legs failing, and her head was low. Her breathing was heavily laboured
and she made it her last destination to get to that shed. She took it in her stride, She was tough for a she-cat after all...

OOC: any kit colour requests? lol I know one is going to look like Cunningheart as a sign from Bone that he his grateful to her lol!!!

[Longstorm]

OOC: I think it should be a little random... none of the kits should look like the dad or anything... maybe some colors from her mom and dad? Colors tend to skip generations and all! Btw, how many are there.

IC: Searingeyes sat by Joy's side, placing a paw on her side. In another life, he had been a Mender's apprentice.
OOC: Let's get this OVER with.

Cunningheart watched ruefully, many choice words prepared for Searingeyes.

[Loki]

OOC: LOL there will be 4 but one will die shortly after

IC: After a while, Labour started. And Four kits were born, A white kit, with blakc spots, a black kit, a brown kit and a white kit. The White kit was smallest, But Joyless licked them rapidly, and they mewed in discontent.
Their eyes were closed. and They wriggled around pitifully. Naturally Joyless tucked them into her belly, so They could suckle. "Thank you..." She mewed a little off. She licked the kits. Everything was so fast yet painful. She was half hearted at the thought that it was worth it. The white kit with the darker flecks was the biggest and already had began to fight (wiggle roughly) against the others. The runt barely moved let alone squeaked.

[Longstorm]

Searingeyes seemed oddly relieved after the kits had been born, but he looked at the runt with sad eyes and he sighed.

Cunningheart looked to the smallest and looked away sadly. Cunningheart was older than most of the Warriors in Abyssclan (not many of them lived long due to Abyssclan's violent lifestyle) and she had seen kits die many times before. She might have been a Warrior, but she was still a she-cat all the same.

OOC: Hey, Loki - this is random, but for The Finisher, I find that scrunching the skin between the nose and the forehead make a character look angry... that and giving them angry eyes.

[Loki]

I should draw a pi553d Off versoin of CH for you lol, I found that one out while ago hehe.

IC:Joyless lay her head back, rather knackered after the whole experience, even weakened by it all. The white one seemed to look to Cunninghearts direction, even though he was small and blind at that moment, The kit seemed to shiver and huddle up. The others stopped and squeaked loudly before grunting and dozing off...

OOC: STOP FROWNING AT MY RUNT!!!

[Longstorm]

OOC: IT'S FROWNS OF SADNESS, DONT JUDGE US!!!
Btw,

IC: Searingeyes mewed,
"The kits can't go back to Abyssclan right now."

Cunningheart looked at Searingeyes and spat,
"And why not? It's against our law to bring any harm to kits, Piercinggaze-"

Searingeyes turned on her spitting,
"My name is Searingeyes, Cunningheart. You'd do well to remember that!"

[Loki]

Joy flattened her ears and rested her chin on the ground, The Black kit stirred and wailed loudly.
Then the other started. The silver striped she-cat nuzzled them and settled them... or attempted to.
If they were going to listen to her soft cooing they would do it when they were more behaved.

OOC: BWAHHHAHAHA epic!!!!

[Longstorm]

Cunningheart mewed finally,
"Searingeyes, why don't you get some prey for our new queen here?" She said it in a sickly sweet voice.

Searingeyes glared but he said (surprisingly)
"Fine." He left, his tail lashing.

OOC: Don't hate him, he just acts this way when he's upset, scared, and worried at the same time. Sorry I haven't been posting, I'm wrapping up a leader ceremony!

[Loki]

OOC: Its not your fault I'm an impatient BETCH!!! lol

IC:
Joyless lifted her head to watch him go. The kits even settled now the two were no longer fighting.
Joyless sighed, What had she got her self into! She couldn't accept food off a powerful... Though
the sound of something fresh sounded good, and to not have to wait till las and... Luxury! Joyless thought
looking at her kits. For a first litter the three were healthy. She looked worriedly at the small white one, and
pushed it gently until it turned its head back to her, If its eyes were open... it would have been staring at Cunningheart.

[Longstorm]

Cunningheart's heart was troubled. She looked at the runt in a worried way for a brief moment, but her eyes hardened once more.
"How are you coping," she asked in a tone that didn't match her eyes. She sat down, looking at the four kits in an almost motherly way. Who knew?

[Loki]

Joyless sighed and looked at her kits, "I'll survive..."
The runt seemed to brush up against the larger one, who
didn't move. "It seems they'v decided everything for themselves...."
She seemed to drift a bit. "Are you coping well, Warrior?" Joyless mewed,
stuck awkwardly.

[Longstorm]

Cunningheart stood and sat next to Joy.
"Well enough... This isn't the first litter of kits I've seen born. Heh, let me tell you a secret," she leaned in close to Joy's ear. "I was once a mother, too."

[Loki]

"You was!?" Joy mewed, surprised.

[Longstorm]

Cunningheart sighed, sadness flashing across her features.
"I was. But it was a long time ago." She pulled back. "I was young, and somewhat foolish. I'd just been granted the position of Warrior, and all of the toms were impressed..." She sighed, obviously thinking about that certain tom. "His name was Hawkstare..." Cunningheart shook her head and went on, "But... the litter didn't last the night," she whispered the last part, her tail gently touching the four kits. "That's why I'm staying here with you." She looked at the kits and at Joy with utter determination in her eyes.

[Loki]

"Thanks... Cunningheart." joyless purred, it had been a long time since she had purred.
"I don't know what I'll ever do... If my kits do last, I'll be bowing to them sooner or later,
there is never enough time in the world..." She sighed. "I am sorry for your loss. I'm glad
your here... if you don't mind me saying. Nobody speaks in camp, of course its against the rules...
Switchblade hardly speaks to me, he's obsessed with his new position, I believe he is angry because
I was not there... And for Defenceless I have been cruel..."

[Longstorm]

Cunningheart mewed,
"I... It's strange, lately... I've found myself, thinking about what Abyssclan would be like if it was more like Scourge's reign..." She met Joy's gaze. "For me, I never thought about my kits bowing to me, or I to them. But now that I am... I am..." She was shaking, "enraged. I will never let that happen, not to you, nor to another." Cunningheart almost stood, but stayed sitting, clawing the two-leg ground. "Never," she whispered. She fell silent, fuming for a few minutes. Finally she mewed,
"As for the tom who's tongue over tail for you? He's a tom at the prime of his life in a position of power. He's young and worried about his responsibilities. If he's angry at you then he's a fool. And your sister? Perhaps you have been cruel, but that's no reason for her to defect."

OOC: Remember folks; in Scourge's reign, Bloodclan acted the exact same way to outsiders, but the way they acted towards each other was different - they were nice to each other and mean to others.
Now I lub Cunningheart... Looks like she'll join the Revolution in the end!

[Loki]

OOC: *tries to hug CH*.......*fails*...*dies of bloodloss*
IC:
Joyless smiled then mewed, "Doing something like that could loose you of your rank...
I am pretty sure the way things are... will not last for long." Joyless mewed Her kits waking and becoming unsettled and hungry again.
"You and Searingeyes... You used to be close, no? Is something bothering you?"

[Longstorm]

Cunningheart shrugged,
"It's not that important," she mewed in a tone that said she didn't want to talk about it. SHe looked at the kits and asked, "Have you thought of any names yet?"

[Loki]

Joyless looked down at her kits and sighed. "Not yet... The smallest could be Tiny... but I wouldn't give him a name like that..." She nudged him and he turned irritably and suckled as the rest of the kits dozed. "Do you have any good names?" Joyless mewed.
The tom kneaded at her stomach feebly, Joyless sighed and licked his head encouragingly. She knew her self that she wouldn't produce much milk, She hadn't eaten properly for a while, her pelt was not as shiny as it usually was, her eyes were no longer full of the fiery head strong flame but the eyes of a ounce strong cat who could take no more.

OOC: now for deh betch time...
IC:
Not far away, was Defenseless, her fur was prickled and and she narrowed her eyes.
"Special treatment?" She hissed hotly.

[Longstorm]

Cunningheart shrugged.
"Oh, I'm not sure about that. Everyone knows that Scourge was once called Tiny... Though, don't tell the other clans that bit!" She smiled in a friendly conspiring way.

OOC: Meanwhile, a thousand miles away.

Searingeyes, having a couple of rabbits and a nice bird in his jaws, spotted Defenseless through the dead bracken. He sighed through the dead pelts and padded into the two-leg structure.
He dropped the food on a clean-ish part of the ground and sat in the entrance of the 'den', looking where there was nothing. He murmured,
"We have company."

[Loki]

OOC: DUN DUN DUUUUGHGHGHGH!!!
IC:
Joyless sat up, very much to the kits disapproval, "Thank you Powerful." Joyless mewed bowing
To him and taking the bird. Switchblade hated it when she ate bird meat... only because they were
his fathers friends. She had thought about what Searingeyes had said, Wondering who it could be, though
she already had a good idea...

[Longstorm]

Cunningheart looked at Searingeyes, more calm around him after having spoken with her cousin.
"Thanks, Searingeyes," she mewed quietly.

Searingeyes flicked his ears back, acknowledging what she said. Turning his attention back to Defenseless, he mewed,
"She's going to lead the whole clan to us. If that happens it'll be worthless trying to keep these kits away from... choice cats of the clan."

Cunningheart caught the near slip-up.
"Smooth."

Searingeyes rolled his eyes, still not facing the two she-cats.
"So... No names chosen, Joy," he said, trying to get everyone's mind off of impending doom.

[Loki]

Joyless looked at her kits... All toms. So she could pick some fiery names.
She tapped the black one with her nose, "Torn," She mewed and looked to the
White and spotted tom, "Fresh," and then the Dark, almost black brown tom,
"Bark," and... She steadied her gaze on the smallest and couldn't think for a moment.
"Thistle," She mewed. and looked proudly at them, "Torn, Fresh, Bark and Thistle."
The kits shuffled around and mewed for her warmth. Joyless rolled her eyes and lay down.
"I guess I'll have to listen to their commands from now on..." She mewed good humour,
pricking her fur.

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