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Post by MorteAutumnal on Sept 30, 2018 22:17:16 GMT -5
It was an oddly warm afternoon in WinterClan territory as Hella, the black gray and russet rosetted oriental queen lay sunning herself near the nursery. Her belly swollen with the kits she was carrying. Her head bobbed as she licked the hair on her chest, rasping her pink tongue over the fur briskly. She kept an eye out for Spottednettle, feeling oddly close to the Prison Guard tom since he had brought her here. She kept an eye out for Leatherstar too, because when he would appear she would try to find somewhere else to be.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Sept 30, 2018 22:55:53 GMT -5
Maplekit sat next to Hella watching the queens swollen belly rise and fall. The little brown and amber hued she-cat liked to watch the movement in her belly. "How much longer?" she asked wanting new play mates. Though she expected she would be a novice soon.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Sept 30, 2018 22:59:40 GMT -5
"Based on the size of her, not long." The chill in camp might have dissipated, but Echodrop's frigid voice never thawed. She had been on her way to her mate's den when she overheard the kit ask the swollen queen about her kits. It had been some moons since the leader's mate began to wonder about the father of Hella's kits. Her own mate was notorious for finding comfort in a low-born she-cat's embrace, and as queens grew plump, Echodrop grew suspicious. "I never did get around to asking," she drawled, giving the kit a look that would scare most warriors as a polite request for some privacy, "Whoever did you find to be your mate, dear Hella?"
Post by MorteAutumnal on Sept 30, 2018 23:02:23 GMT -5
"Just some arrogant young tom with nothing better to do than stir up trouble for a disaster of a cat like myself." Hella mewed, flicking her ears in discomfort at the other queens icy tone. She glanced around again hoping to see Spottednettle now more than ever.
Edited Sept 30, 2018 23:05:02 GMT -5 By MorteAutumnal
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Post by Primordialhaze on Sept 30, 2018 23:14:59 GMT -5
Maplekit perked up a bit at her mothers presence absolutely unaware of the tension between the two she-cats. "Oh dad!" She exclaimed and ran past her mother to the Chief's paws as he appeared from his den under the Meteor.
Leatherstar bent low to nuzzle the small brown she-kit. Though his expression dimmed as he looked up and saw the two she-cats glaring daggers at one another. "What a beautiful day." he said awkwardly.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Sept 30, 2018 23:18:34 GMT -5
"Maplekit," mewed Echodrop, regretting her tone earlier when she saw the she-kit go to her father's side, "My sparrow, why don't you see if your siblings want to play? Mother and Father have some business to discuss." She very intentionally stepped away from Hella and stood at her mate's side, cutting a powerful silhouette. She leaned down and licked her kit's head in silent apology, brushing her pelt against Leatherstar's.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Sept 30, 2018 23:26:02 GMT -5
Hella sighed inwardly and restrained herself from rolling her eyes. She was well over Leatherstar and his...infidelity..for lack of a more colorful term. She just couldn't tell Exhodrop that and confirm the she-cat's jealous fears. She continued to wash, trying hard to appear completely at ease.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Sept 30, 2018 23:35:30 GMT -5
"Okay!" The little brown kit scurried away out of view.
"Echo," The Chief meowed steadily giving his mate a level look. He and Hella were lucky that no cat knew he was the father. At any luck most assumed it was Spottednettle. But once they were born, they would likely share many of his more dark features. There would be no hiding it then.
As if his bangle ears were burning the Spotted tom trotted into the center circle with a Vole and a Mouse dangling from his jaws. Seeing the two powerful cats seemingly cornering a defenseless pregnant Hella he quickly discarded hsi prey on the pile and briskly trotted over. "Is everything alright?"
Post by MorteAutumnal on Oct 1, 2018 7:23:08 GMT -5
Hella's ears pricked forward with the arrival of Spottednettle and she squirmed a little as she tried to nimbly sit up, now impossible with her pregnant belly. She gave him a warm mew in greeting and hoped his presence would ease the growing tension that the Chief's mate was giving off.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Oct 1, 2018 17:20:30 GMT -5
"Leatherstar," purred Echodrop, not deigning a look towards Spottednettle as he approached. WinterClan blood was to be prized above all, and yet there seemed to be fewer and fewer cats in the clan with it these days. She was hardly able to hide her disgust as her lips curled, though she turned the grimace into a tasteful frown after a moment. "I was just asking Hella here who her mate was. After all, it just wouldn't do for an outsider to sneak their way into camp via their dirty-blooded kits now would it?"
Post by MorteAutumnal on Oct 1, 2018 18:13:37 GMT -5
Hella's head whipped around at the snide comment and she felt her slack-jawed expression turn to one of anger. The fur on the back of her shoulders began to stand on end and her tail lashed back and forth. A low warning growl rumbled from her throat. "Excuse me, dearest Echodrop, but I believe I may not have heard you? Are you implying that I do not have WinterClan blood?" She ended with a hiss. She eyed Leatherstar, he knew that Hella may have been born in the camp of FallClan but her mother was full blooded WinterClan and unknown to her her father was as well but had been exiled for assisting FallClan. So, Hella was full-blooded WinterClan, she just wasn't aware.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Oct 1, 2018 21:18:37 GMT -5
"Come on Echodrop. That's a bit harsh." The bangle tom had grown significantly closer to Hella and wasn't afraid to claim her even if they hadn't openly discussed their relationship. "Who's to say they aren't mine?" Spottednettle meowed sitting next to Hella so she could lean on his shoulder. He rasped his tongue across her scared face.
The chief openly sighed, feeling the weight of the she-cats angry electricity. "If Hella and her kits were not welcome, no matter the father, the ancients surely would not allow her to remain." He was doing his best to remove himself from the suspect pool of toms. It was a good thing Spottednettle was so prideful to even claim kits he knew werent his own.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Oct 2, 2018 8:32:14 GMT -5
"Thank you Leatherstar." Hella nodded at his comment. She let her growls turn into rumbling purrs as Spottednettle's pelt brushed her own and she leaned into his shoulder, the warmth and strength a welcome relief after Echodrop's icy words, as his tongue rasped over her scarred face she closed her good eye and purred louder, thankful for Spottednettle's easy acceptance at claiming her kits and attempting to smooth over the tension the white and gray she-cat had begun. She glanced warily at Echodrop out of a narrowed eye and suddenly felt uneasy about her kits even being near the green eyed mate of the chief. The black-gray and russet rosetted she-cat suddenly felt a wave of protective adrenaline course through her and turn her blood boiling.
