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Post by tor on Apr 28, 2024 10:02:08 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/HdkBJdc/silver~png It was impossible. Well - it wasn't impossible. They had the anatomy that meant it was very, very possible. The anatomy and an abundance of alone time, as Foxflight was still on light duty as he recovered, and Silverheart was only expected to take short patrols while he re-acclimated to his responsibilities. The warmer days of new-leaf made adjusting to his warrior status easier than leaf-bare, especially after the freeze that gripped the forest previously thawed away. Still, he wasn't adjusting that quickly, and so most of his time was spent with Foxflight. And they were mates now. Mates who... spent a lot of alone time together. So maybe he shouldn't have been surprised when he woke up in pain, his back seizing with cramps that reminded him of when his leg was first recovering, and his body lit up with nerve pain at every waking hour. And he certainly shouldn't have been surprised when that back pain turned to nausea. And he shouldn't have been surprised when he went to see Rainstorm, and she informed him, quite bluntly, that he was with kits. He was surprised anyway. Logic be damned. And now he was sitting at the entrance to camp, mostly recovered from his morning pain, waiting for Foxflight to return from his dawn patrol. Anxiety hummed under his pelt, only revealed by the incessant way his claws slid in and out of the earth under them. They would be fine. He'd insisted on taking it slow, and this was the opposite of slow, but... Foxflight wouldn't be upset. He wanted a family, right? They'd talked about it only briefly, but Silverheart remembered the many times in their youth when Foxflight said he would be just like his fathers one day. One day soon, now. Oh, StarClan help him, kits had never been something he expected to have. It wasn't the solution to his quiet days he was looking for, yet... He was allowed to be excited, wasn't he? Rustling at the entrance to camp caught his attention. He stood up straighter, greeting the dawn patrol with a smile, and then caught Foxflight's attention. "Do you have a moment?" Alone, he hoped Foxflight understood. |
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Post by adrian on May 4, 2024 10:45:59 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/K7nBVTf/fox~png Much of RidgeClan was covered in evergreens, but the smaller deciduous trees that interspersed the dark green of the forest were what captured Foxflight that particular morning. They were budding. In the coming moon, those buds would blossom into little white flowers. He remembered, when he was still small enough not to break the branches, climbing up trees like this as six moon old apprentice."You're dallying," Rosewhisker said, ahead."Sorry," he responded. "Feeling nostalgic." He caught up with her as they reached the Kingdom border. He liked being on these patrols, because he thought he had enough sense not to cause an unnecessary fight. He loved his clan, to be sure, but he wasn't that confident that the rest of them could do the same. Besides, it was always quiet along this border. It didn't look like the Kingdom would be intentionally provoking trouble any time soon, aside from their initial departure from the clans."If we're quick," Rosewhisker said pointedly, pulling him out of his thoughts, "I can make the morning hunting patrol."Foxflight snorted and followed her lead. He knew when he was being told to hurry up.They reached the clan camp in no time after that, the sun now just above the tree line and the sounds within camp suggesting the other warriors and apprentices were waking up. When they left, it was only a handful of cats awake: Toadfeather, of course, assigning last minute tasks, and Shadowgaze, and he thought he saw Lavendergaze too right before they left. Now, everyone was up and getting ready for their daily chores.He beamed when he saw Silverheart. He was really, really trying to follow along with their taking things slow agreement, but it was hard not to let his heart on display every time he looked at him."Do you have a moment?"
"I do," Foxflight said, leaving Rosewhisker to report in with Toadfeather. He stepped aside, unsure if he should be worried. "Is everything okay?" |
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Post by tor on May 7, 2024 11:54:23 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/HdkBJdc/silver~png Foxflight's bright expression when they locked eyes was all Silverheart needed to wash away the anxiety broiling under his pelt. He wasn't free from his worries - how could he be, when he was about to bring new life into the world? But at least he was able to shake the concern that Foxflight would be anything but thrilled at the news. "Everything's okay," he reassured, hoping the rest of the patrol would hear as they still stood in earshot. It wouldn't take long for gossip to start, but at least he could buy them some time. Slowly, Silverheart lead them to an empty corner of camp, where moss had flourished under the early season rains. The corner was dry now, though not yet warm under the still-rising sun. It would do. Silverheart wanted privacy more than he wanted to warm his bones, at least for now. "I was ill this morning," he said, once both he and Foxflight settled comfortably into the moss. "After you left for patrol. Back pain, and then nausea." He realized there was every chance Foxflight wouldn't know what that meant. It put a small smile on his face. "I visited Rainstorm."How to say it? He didn't want to be blunt, less he sound rude, or unexcited. But he... he wasn't the most expressive cat to begin with. It wasn't in his nature to jump with joy, or deliver the news in a frantic, stumbling way. So, simply, he said, "She confirmed I'm with kits." |
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