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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Sept 30, 2018 1:49:46 GMT -5
Leatherstar sat outside his den in the center ring flicking his tail for Maplekit to try to catch. The smaller brown she-kit giggled and pounced but seemed to always miss her fathers tail. The chief had his head turned up towards the mountains peak. Ever since the ancients unexpected introduction into WinterClan's traditions and daily lives Leatherstar found himself watching out for them. While he wasnt one to instantly accept much of anything on a fly, he felt he could trust them. He had a particular bond it seemed to Durai. The lion was calm and steady pawed. Everything a chief could want to be. Since their encounter Leatherstar could feel his heart remain steady and his mind clear when he needed to make a decision. The ancients descriptions of Valhalla and Asgard seemed too good to be true.
The chief glanced back at his daughter and smiled as he flicked his tail a bit higher and she still managed to catch it. He wanted this Valhalla for her. For all his children. Some day. As a place to rest. A place where they can all be together with no worries of Winters harsh vengeance. But for now, he believed, they were better than they had ever been. Under the guidance of the Ancients, they would find themselves again.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Sept 30, 2018 20:30:05 GMT -5
The silver-white and black striped pelted Jarl stepped from the Warrior's den and into the light of the morning. Lavender eyes scanned the camp clearing, she gave a respectful nod to Leatherstar as she spotted him and then she shook out her fur and proceeded to rasp her tongue over her paws and wash herself. She had remained very reserved since the Ancients had revealed themselves and spoke less and acted more. She was always busy organizing patrols and hunting parties to keep her mind occupied it seemed. From what no one really knew, there was some speculation going around that she was expecting kits but she denied such possibilities when spoken to her. But was it true? Only Mistyveil would know and Dyinglight had asked the Alchemist to keep that information confidential.
Her head bobbed as she licked at the fur of her chest, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Sept 30, 2018 23:23:57 GMT -5
"You don't talk to me anymore." The Chief called to his Jarl as he continued to amuse his daughter. The young brown tom seemed to have aged since the ancients appearance. He had had time to think more and consider his actions. Though Durai had warned him that no cat was without faults. He bent down and gave his daughter an affectionate nuzzle before sending her on her way to find Echodrop.
Once she had left his sight he turned back to the Jarl. "What bothers you these days?" he asked closing the distance between them.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Oct 1, 2018 19:13:47 GMT -5
She stifled a sigh and stopped her grooming as the Chief approached. "What makes you suspect I am troubled? Do I look troubled?" She asked as she tucked her paws behind her tail.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Oct 2, 2018 8:40:09 GMT -5
She sighed and looked down at her traitorous tail, then back up into Leatherstar's calm and understanding green eyes. Surely he would understand? She had grown to see the brown tom as a friend, a very good friend. With a reluctant sigh she glanced back at the ground to avoid the chief seeing her eyes well with unshed tears. "I am...expecting kits." She said, her voice choked and rasping.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Oct 2, 2018 21:37:48 GMT -5
The chief moved closer to his Jarl and gently stroked his tail across her back. "You don't seem happy about this..." he said softly knowing not to bring on the attention of others who may be lingering nearby.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Oct 3, 2018 13:36:58 GMT -5
She shook her head. "It's hard to be happy about it when I know I cannot keep them....they....they will have to go with their father." She sucked in a shakey breath then looked at her Chief with unending sorrow in her lost lavender eyes. "I met him when I was still young and foolish. Evidently I have not outgrown my foolishness...I couldn't bare to stay away from him Leatherstar. Hiddencharm...he...he's from SunClan.." she whispered the last part her eyes, still welling with tears that finally spilled over and left dark streaks down her face. "I will never see my precious kits again will I? SunClan would never allow it.."
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Oct 19, 2018 22:48:03 GMT -5
The chief didn't seem phased by the revelation of who the father was. 'Why do you need to give them away?" he understood that a mother would need to care for her young and that Dyinglight might find that difficult with her tasks as Jarl. "Im sure a Queen could raise them for you.' part of him ached for his own kits soon to be born in SunClan's strict ranks.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 24, 2018 11:33:42 GMT -5
"And leave Hiddencharm with nothing? I'm leaving him for good so to take away everything from him would be heartless. Even if my reputation up until recently was as such. I'm anything but heartless. And for my kits to grow up not knowing their father's unconditional love. No...he deserves to see them grow. Maybe they will choose to leave SunClan one day...if they escape." She sighed. "It's not like I won't have more kits in my life for WinterClan's ranks." Her gaze traveled to Shadowglade at his post, but for a split second flicked to Mesmerizingskies as well and then to the ground.
