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  • S’more stretched in his newly made nest. Faint dawn light flickered through the walls of the elders den, making a pattern on the ground. He yawned massivly, and flicked his ear. What a Lovely morning, the air feels so fresh and clean! (I hope I got that right XD) He thought, heading out the entrance. It looked like the dawn patrol was getting ready to leave. He padded towards the fresh kill ple, and grabbed a small vole. He wasn’t particulally hungry. He ate his prey, then padded towards Wrenfeathers den. Sticking his head in, he saw that she was awake. “Wrenfeather? Are you busy? May I come in? I have something important to talk to you about” He grunted into the shadowy den, which the outside light wasnt srong enough to eluminate.

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    • “I just wanted you to know… that when I was away…. I was following this HUGE, brightly colored butterfly. It was special, I knew, and so I followed it and found myself i twolegplace. It stettled in a twoleg garden filled with herbs! I swear I saw ones from your den! The butterfly wouldnt leave the garden… so I walked off, trying to find a way back. Wrenfeather… do you think its a sign? I know you are low on herbs, and I am telling you, that Butterfly was odd…” He explained, his tail swooshing behind him, making a mark in the sand.

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  • Bluefire watched Lightningshard and Darkjay talking by the fresh-kill pile. She was concerned. The young she-cat had been acting odd lately. As the warrior padded towards her former apprentice, she thought over the symptoms Darkjay had been complaining about. As she ran them over in her head, Bluefire came to a realization that caused her to stop in her tracks.
    If her theory was right… Darkjay was expecting kits.

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  • Cheetahstar, laying in her nest, suddenly felt a very sharp pain in her stomach. She thought that she should go see Wrenfeather, but she quickly dismissed it. It’s probably nothing…

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  • HEATHERCLAN ALLEGIANCES

    LEADER: Cheetahstar: sleek bengal she-cat with emerald-green eyes (Cheetahspark)
    DEPUTY: Spidersong: white fluffy she cat with gray tail and mask, blue eyes (Spidersong)
    MEDICINE CAT: Wrenfeather: lithe brown tabby she-cat with a white spot on chest that is hard to see and emerald eyes (Wrenfeather)
    MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE: Ebonyrain: A blue-tinted grey tabby she-cat with icy blue eyes (Ebonyrain)
    WARRIORS:
    Bluefire: a blue-grey she-cat with a black tail tip, a black right forepaw, and storm-grey eyes. (Bluefire)
    Moonbreeze: lithe silver tabby she-cat with icy blue eyes (Moonbreeze) Apprentice; Rapidpaw
    Brackendawn: golden-brown tabby she-cat with light green eyes. (Brackendawn) Apprentice; Robinpaw
    Silverleaf: lithe silver tabby she-cat with leaf-green eyes (Silverleaf)
    Shadowhawk: tall black tom with white stripes and blue eyes (Wrenfeather) Apprentice; Gladepaw
    Robinsky: jet black she-cat with amber eyes (Robinsky) Apprentice; Snowypaw
    Lightningshard: dark grey tom with ice-blue eyes and golden jagged stripes like lightning (Bluefire) Apprentice; Dirtpaw
    Twilightwhisper: sleek night-black tom with one white paw and piercing blue eyes. (Cheetahspark) Apprentice; Shadepaw
    Cinderwish: dark gray-black tom with copper-colored eyes (Rainshine) Apprentice; Runepaw
    Darkjay: a night-black she-cat with dark jay-blue eyes and a silver tail tip (Bluefire)
    Dunesands: sand-colored tom with amber eyes and white front socks (Libbytail) Apprentice; Darkpaw.
    Libbytail: dark brown tabby she-cat with a long, fluffy tail, one white paw, greenish-blue eyes, and a torn, white-tipped ear (Libbytail)
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    APPRENTICES:
    Robinpaw: reddish she-cat with amber eyes and black paws (Jasminebreeze)
    Snowypaw: fluffy white she-cat with bright blue eyes (Snowystorm)
    Shadepaw: small, fluffy light gray she-cat with darker gray speckles and amber eyes (Cheetahspark)
    Gladepaw: brown tabby she-cat with a white underbelly and green eyes (Asterflame)
    Runepaw: dark brown tom with white patches and amber eyes (Asterflame)
    Dirtpaw: brown and black spotted tom with pure black eyes (Snowystorm)
    Rapidpaw: light grey-white tom with one green eye and one blue (Snowystorm)
    Frostpaw: black tom with intense blue eyes and long claws (Cinderflame/Silentlily)
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    QUEENS:
    Rainshine; Very small light gray she-cat with soft fur and blue eyes (Rainshine) Nursing Bramblekit, a very small black she-kit with amber eyes (Rainshine), Songkit, a very small gray tabby tom with amber eyes (Rainshine), and Sandkit, a wiry golden-brown tabby she-kit with blue eyes (Wrenfeather)
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    ELDERS:
    S’more: chocolate-brown with lighter, dark tan patches, a white chest, belly, front right paw, and back left boot and dark, forest green eyes. Former loner (Honeysprint)

    As Spidey is no longer active (at least for the summer), I have decided to hold elections for a new deputy! If you want to run, reply to this comment 🙂 We’ll have a poll later.

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  • Smore padded out of the medicine den, pausing to lap at a puddle near the edge of camp. The water felt cool and clear on his tongue, and he purred softly with satisfaction. Then he headed back to his den. Sometimes he thought it was lonle in there… being the only elder. Long ago, he had had friends there. he remebered how busy it had been, with cats to talk with, share tongues with, to sleep with. Now that they had passed, he felt alone. But really, he was just happy to be home. He pushed the thoughts away, curled up in his nest, and drifted into sleep.

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  • Can we time-skip to Darkjay having Lightningshard’s kits so I can name them and have them as characters?

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  • TIMESKIP A COUPLE OF MOONS
    Darkjay is now heavily pregnant with Lightningshard’s kits. If anyone wants any of your characters to move up a rank or whatever, just tell me 😉

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    • Bluefire yawned and stretched as she slipped out of the warrior’s den. Dawn light crept over the tree tops. “I should probably see if Cheetahstar wants me on dawn patrol,” she muttered. Her ears pricked. She heard Lightningshard and Darkjay conversing by the nursery.
      “–shouldn’t leave camp, not this close to kitting,” Lightningshard was saying.
      “Please! Just one, small hunting trip! I can’t stand being stuck in camp,” Darkjay pleaded. Lightningshard looked torn between protecting his mate and not disappointing her. The protecting side evidently won out, as he shook his head.
      “No. You have to stay in camp. Your kits could come at any time,” the tom pointed out.
      Darkjay huffed. “What do you know about kits?” However, she looked vaguely uncomfortable at the thought of kitting out in the forest. Actually, at the thought of kitting at all. Bluefire padded over.
      “I’m surprised you’re up this early. Most pregnant queens sleep till noon,” she joked.
      “I couldn’t sleep at all,” Darkjay muttered, shifting her paws. Bluefire frowned. She did look worn out, more so than even a queen almost ready to kit should look.
      “Maybe you should talk to Wrenfeather,” Bluefire suggested.
      “Maybe.” Darkjay yawned, shoving herself to her feet. “Fine, I’ll stay in camp. But only cause I don’t want to get stuck kitting in a bramble bush or something.”
      “Are you going to eat this?” Lightningshard prodded a mouse that Bluefire hadn’t noticed before. He must’ve brought it for her.
      “I… I’m not really hungry right now,” Darkjay admitted. “You can have it, or Bluefire.” She padded off, pawsteps heavy on the dirt, towards the medicine den. Bluefire and Lightningshard exchanged concerned looks. Darkjay, not hungry? Something was definitely wrong.

      (Uh oh, this can’t be good for Darkjay or the kits… I really do like making life complicated for my characters.)

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    • Smore stretched, enjoying the sunlight on his dark pelt. He was laying on a rock near the edge of the camp, enjoying the heat of the aproaching sun (its dawn, right?) He was excited for Darkjays kits to come. He thought fondly of when Darkjay had been a kit herself. She had been so eggar to hear his stories, and Smore loved telling them. With luck, these kits will be bouncy and curious. Smore loved kits. He thought back to his own kithood, when he had been roaming the edges of the moor with his family. Most of the time, he had been to tired to ask his mother about stories. No kit had walked as far as he did, which made little smore proud. He knew the edges of the more like her knew his paws, and felt confident. Finnally, one leaf bare, his mother fell ill…. she couldn’t catch prey for her kits, and she wa starving herself. she had been so weak… so tired. Smore had only been 8 moons old then, and never learned to hunt. he and his siblings only ever caght prey out of shear luck, and they usually gave most of it to their mother, praying that she would recover. But one, chilly dawn, quite unlike this warm one, she passed. Her name had been Marsh. She was a good mother, mostly, and when she died, Smore and his sibblings had been devisated. His brother ran away, and it was all he could do to suport his frail sister, Mellow. They had heard of a group of cats near the center of the moor. They travled there, through some what familar terroitory. Mellow didn’t make it. She fell of a boudler that they had been using to scan the area. Mellow was an amazing cat. She was brave, and gentle. The best sister a cat would hope for. When Smore saw her broken body at the bottom of the rocks… he lost it. He stayed by her side for a moon, until she was stinking like crowfood. Then he finnally had the guts to burry her. He wandered the moors for ages, almost in a trance, until he had found heatherclan. By then, he was probably a little older than Cheetahstar was now, and so he served his clan for as long as he could. It reminded him of hunting for Mellow and Marsh. How their faces light up when he caught a nice, Plump rabbit. It filled him with good memories. He loved his clan, his home, the moors, and the sun baked rocks in camp. He loved it all.

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    • Cheetahstar warily approached the newcomer, her ears pricked in interest. “That’s quite a request. How do you even know about us? And how can we trust you?”

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  • Darkjay rolled over in her nest. The nursery was dark, as it was midnight, but she couldn’t sleep. Having a belly swollen with kits didn’t help. Finally, she gave up trying to sleep and heaved herself to her feet. Stepping as lightly as she could manage, she walked out into the main camp area and sat under the ferns by the medicine den. Silverpelt shone in the night sky, and a sliver of moon lit the camp between the sharp shadows. Sighing, Darkjay sank onto the cool ground, hoping she would sleep better under the open sky.
    ~
    Bluefire came back from her midnight hunt with a squirrel in her jaws. She dropped it into the fresh-kill pile. As she was heading back to the warriors den, she saw Darkjay sleeping near the medicine den. The warrior stifled a purr of amusement. Even as an apprentice, Darkjay had always preferred sleeping in the open. Bluefire watched her former apprentice for a few more moments, then padded back into the warriors den, hoping no one would notice the mint she’d rubbed into her fur to disguise the scent of the real reason she’d left camp that night.
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    Lightningshard’s ears pricked. He’d had trouble sleeping, and had lain awake most of the night, so he heard the exact moments when Bluefire left and returned. But she’d night-hunted before. He wasn’t particularly worried. He tried to fall back asleep when his former apprentice settled into the nest, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Darkjay. She hadn’t been well lately, and considering that she was close to kitting, that wasn’t good. He knew for a fact she hadn’t spoken to the medicine cat. He’d have to talk to Wrenfeather himself. Tomorrow. He rolled over, finally finding sleep.
    ~
    As dawn touched the treetops, the pained cries of a kitting queen roused the camp in a heartbeat.

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      • Darkjay and Lightningshard curled around their five tiny kits. Thankfully, nothing had gone wrong with the kitting.
        “I think we should name this one Frostkit,” Lightningshard suggested, flicking an ear at a night-black tom with ice-blue eyes.
        “This one is Mellowkit,” Darkjay announced, her tail brushing the back of a grey she-kit with very dark jay-blue eyes.
        “Hmm. Goldenkit for this one.” Lightningshard’s paw prodded a small golden tom with jagged dark grey tabby stripes and jay-blue eyes. “And Solarkit for this one.” The other golden tom had jagged stripes were silver and her eyes ice-blue. Both stared at the final kit: a dark silver she-kit with a night-black tail and jay-blue eyes, the bottom half of one being ice-blue. Darkjay pondered a name. Finally, one came to her.
        “Sheerkit.” She had no idea why that name felt… right for the little kit.
        “Sheerkit,” Lightningshard repeated. “I like it.”
        “Frostkit, Mellowkit, Goldenkit, Solarkit, and Sheerkit.” Darkjay called Bluefire into the den where she was waiting outside. “I assume you heard the names?”
        “Yes, all beautiful names for your kits,” Bluefire complimented. Darkjay purred. Lightningshard curled his tail around hers.
        “I have a feeling they’re going to do bit things, these kits,” Darkjay murmured.

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  • (Sorry I lost the link)
    Wrenfeather picked up some herbs. She dropped it at Darkjay’s paws. “Eat these. The borage will help with your milk,and the poppy seeds will help you sleep.”

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