~Breadsticks~
December 30th, 2016, 02:32 PM
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paxil Stormiiix Spirit
{Only post with the kits until we find out how Heronpaw and Panther should meet}
Reedbriar laid in the makeshift next, her tail resting on three small kits as she gave a soft smile. "Fishtail would love you.. But I will love you, for the both of us." The queen whispered to the kits, her eyes bright with love. She glanced around the place, she was laying under a bush with the kits and the clearing was surrounded by trees. It wasn't like Riverclan but as she heard her kits squeaks and watched them suckle she knew it would do. The ex-clan queen look at the three kits, feeling as if she would burst with pride. "Names, they need names.." She whispered to herself, brushing her tail across a blue tabby tom with white spots and she gave a soft purr, "Smoke would be a good name for you little one." The queen then rested her tail on another tom, this one pure grey blue with white paws, looking like a smaller version of her, "Your name will be Wisp." She said softly, her tail resting on her last kit, and the only female of the litter. A smile made it's way onto her face as she looked over the kit's unique coat, she had russet brown and ginger fur with white splashed, what got the she-cat to chuckle was the kit's blue grey tipped ears. She agreed that it was a nice compliment to the kit's pelt. The queen gently nuzzled the little she-kit, "You're name will be Minnow."
{3 moons later}
Reedbriar smiled as she watched her sleeping kits, they'd been playing all morning and had earned their rest. The molly decided to try and hunt for the three, her tail swishing the fallen tree branches that rested on the top of the bush. As she picked her way through the ferns and into the clustered oak trees she spotted a mouse, eating something on a large tree root. She crept forward, licking her lips at the plump creature. The blue grey molly shot forward, pouncing on the mouse and quickly killing it. She had to admit, for a Riverclan cat she sure was a good hunter. Better on land than in the water even. As she moved back toward the nest with the mouse she glanced around the trees and was thankful for the light that broke through the branches. Although it wasn't very warm she was still grateful for what heat it did produce. With a final push through a clump of ferns the bush came into sight and she set the mouse down, it would do for the three kits. With a small nod the queen sat and begun to groom her fur, scrunching her nose at the stench of mice. She wasn't accustomed to the taste just yet but she did have to eat. With a huff she groomed down the fur on her chest that stuck out in every direction. As she realized she wouldn't be able to flatten it she gave up and lifted a dusty paw to her muzzle, pulling dried mud from her pads.
paxil Stormiiix Spirit
{Only post with the kits until we find out how Heronpaw and Panther should meet}
Reedbriar laid in the makeshift next, her tail resting on three small kits as she gave a soft smile. "Fishtail would love you.. But I will love you, for the both of us." The queen whispered to the kits, her eyes bright with love. She glanced around the place, she was laying under a bush with the kits and the clearing was surrounded by trees. It wasn't like Riverclan but as she heard her kits squeaks and watched them suckle she knew it would do. The ex-clan queen look at the three kits, feeling as if she would burst with pride. "Names, they need names.." She whispered to herself, brushing her tail across a blue tabby tom with white spots and she gave a soft purr, "Smoke would be a good name for you little one." The queen then rested her tail on another tom, this one pure grey blue with white paws, looking like a smaller version of her, "Your name will be Wisp." She said softly, her tail resting on her last kit, and the only female of the litter. A smile made it's way onto her face as she looked over the kit's unique coat, she had russet brown and ginger fur with white splashed, what got the she-cat to chuckle was the kit's blue grey tipped ears. She agreed that it was a nice compliment to the kit's pelt. The queen gently nuzzled the little she-kit, "You're name will be Minnow."
{3 moons later}
Reedbriar smiled as she watched her sleeping kits, they'd been playing all morning and had earned their rest. The molly decided to try and hunt for the three, her tail swishing the fallen tree branches that rested on the top of the bush. As she picked her way through the ferns and into the clustered oak trees she spotted a mouse, eating something on a large tree root. She crept forward, licking her lips at the plump creature. The blue grey molly shot forward, pouncing on the mouse and quickly killing it. She had to admit, for a Riverclan cat she sure was a good hunter. Better on land than in the water even. As she moved back toward the nest with the mouse she glanced around the trees and was thankful for the light that broke through the branches. Although it wasn't very warm she was still grateful for what heat it did produce. With a final push through a clump of ferns the bush came into sight and she set the mouse down, it would do for the three kits. With a small nod the queen sat and begun to groom her fur, scrunching her nose at the stench of mice. She wasn't accustomed to the taste just yet but she did have to eat. With a huff she groomed down the fur on her chest that stuck out in every direction. As she realized she wouldn't be able to flatten it she gave up and lifted a dusty paw to her muzzle, pulling dried mud from her pads.