[fogwing] and [shatteredwinds] meet on the windclan-riverclan border and fall in love quickly. they visit each other on the border many times after that, before [fogwing] asks if they can be mates. [shatteredwinds] agrees. soon after, their half-clan kits are born.
coma baby, with your sick head
the kits are born into [shatteredwinds]' clan, windclan, and she asks her best friend, [tom 2], if he could pose as the father. he agrees, but some cats are still suspicious of [kit 1] and [kit 3]'s bulky and muscular builds. soon enough, all of them become sick in leaf-bare. the windclan territory is too bare for them, and they are slowly becoming sicker and sicker.
the doctors saved you, but youre still dead
[she-cat 1] tells surgestorm that the kits have died from greencough, but they are hiding outside of camp. [shatteredwinds] takes them to [fogwing] but [kit 2] wants to stay. [shatteredwinds] reluctantly gives them to [fogwing]. [fogwing] gives them to [she-cat 2] and says that he found them outside of camp, sick. she takes them in as her own and the two are happy and begin falling in love with each other.
through your scalp i would like to reach in
so i could pull out the monster youve been
seeing how happy [fogwing] and [she-cat 2] are, [shatteredwinds] falls into a deep depression and becomes very angry. she misses the kits and [fogwing]. then [tom 3] enters her life. he makes her happy again and holds back her violent tendencies. then [fogwing] and [she-cat 2] have a litter of kits. there are three of them, [mothkit], [petalkit], and [kit 6]. [shatteredwinds] snaps. she gets aggressive and [tom 3] cannot calm her down this time. then [kit 1], [kit 2] and [kit 3] become warriors. she is more content and proud of her "motherless" kits.
FOR THE LOVE OF STARCLAN PLEASE PING ME ON DISCORD
I have the ADHD
I'll forget.
Quotes:
"You know the saying 'the tables have turned'?
Well these tables have flipped, rolled and spontaneously combusted into potatoes." ~me
"That's not a riddle. That's a prophecy."
"Sounds like a riddle, is a riddle. Riddled with loops and whorls and only makes sense after someone dies." ~Turtle
what the blanket
Last edited by Rivergold; October 19th, 2017 at 04:41 PM.
-- coma baby --
