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In wars you kill kits first. Sure there's a few bodies on the ground, but when the league started winning the wars there was an eerie silence. A hush essence that flowed from a nemesis that paralyzed all sides. A single kit brought forward, killed in front of everyone. Actions were a universal language. Everyone knew that things just got real when an enemy killed a kit. Strikhedoniadalisay hadn't ever killed a kit. She knew the wars where a kit was going to be killed and didn't attend. Kits were possibly the most beautifully chaotic force in the world. For a few moons they were unpredictable. No one could guess what they could grow up as, where they'd get scars, if they'd be a parent. It's why she found herself paused by the freshkill pile watching SunClan kits play.
Strikhedoniadalisay hadn't visited SunClan for a while, she was sick and assumed she was dying. Although she just had a cold with a minor sore throat... But either way she had been certain she would die and she miraculously lived which was why she brought over freshkill to make up for her absence. An apple. An apple that she sat next to like she were its loyal guard, as if she just gave SunClan this apple and wasn't about to share it except she got distracted by kits and was having war flashbacks.
Seeing Strik beside the freshkill pile was an odd site these days. She hadn't seen the older she-cat since the gathering, where she had dramatically revealed that she was sick and dying of a love sickness. Of course that was just rediculous, but everything about Strik seemed rediculous.
She was the leader of her own clan, yet she was a member of SunClan. Not to mention that she appeared to have a child in almost every clan at this point. Yes, Strik both confused and intrigued Littlebird.
Every time she thought she had begun to understand Strik, she would do something very unexpected. The one thing she had learned was to always expect the unexpected when it came to DayClan's leader.
She slowly approached, eyeing the apple with suspicion. She had never seen the red fruit that Strikseemed to be guarding. "Good morning Stirk" The pregnancy that she had been hiding at the gathering, was now rather apparent. Her tummy poking out past the sides of small delicate frame.
"You know," Strik began as she rolled the apple into her paw, "Apples are quite healthy." Her claws dug out chunks of the apple, until she fetched out five seeds, "Though, fair warning, apple seeds are poisonous, as well as the stem, but there are five apple seeds to eat each apple so you'll be alright," She smiled as she pressed the apple pieces towards Littlebird.
Her tongue licked the sweet juice off of her claws, "So are they happy accidents or future regrets?" Strik purred as if there were only two ways of viewing ones own pregnancy.
While intrigued with the new fruit that Strik called an 'apple', she was barely keeping down familiar foods at this point. The thought of trying something so foreign made her stomach roll with disgust "Thank you, but I must pass on your generous offer"
Besides the lingering thoughts of someone trying to poison her or her unborn kits was ever present. She had many enemies that wished for death, even more that sought to prevent the kits she carried from entering into the world. While the likely-hood that Strik would come into SunClan's camp and poison her was slim, it wasn't a risk she was willing to take while she was carrying kits.
"Although your question perplexes me. For these kits were neither accidents nor regrets. They are a blessing from the Sun God himself" of course she didn't really see it that way, but she had a part to play. Kits in SunClan were reveared, and to act unhappy about a pregnancy was unheard of. So she tried to hide away the pain it was causing, and praise the Sun God when all she wanted to do was curse his name.
"Whoa," She broke her attempt at her regal polite composure she was sometimes nice enough to fake for SunClan cats. Her head tilted with not sympathy, but amusement, "tell the big man i said, congratulations. I didn't know the Sun God liked liked you to bless you with kits."
She sat down taking in this information the completely wrong way, "So are they like gonna be demi-Gods? Praise birthmother Littlebird," Strik smirked, softening her lips into a gentle smile.
Strik was probably the last person anyone would want to be a mother, but she was. For a long time she would kidnap kits from other clans because she was incapable of having her own. But with her mate, without any signs of being pregnant she gave birth to the unholy seven sins. None of her flesh and blood were good people and most bore the dark fur of her mate and reflected a copper shade. There wasn't anything more supernatural than being mates with someone everyone called a demon and then giving birth to children that would grow up to be called monsters and murderers. To Strik, she was finally talking to a mom who might grow to understand her pains of raising kits that were less than normal.
She wasn't sure what to make of Strik's strange response. Did she seriously believe that the Sun God had impregnated her, or was is it a jest? With Strik it was hard to be certain of anything. She mulled over her options carefully, maintaining a mask of courtesy.
"Skipstep is their father Strik" she finally replied after a few moments of silence. Sure Strik was officially a member of SunClan, but for some reason it didn't surprise her that she was unfamiliar with their ways and customs. "In SunClan, we consider every pregnancy a blessing from the Sun God, for kits are the future of our clan" she blinked as her gaze flickered over to Dragonswrath for assistance in explaining. "The birth of a litter is something to be celebrated by the entire clan"
"Oh, well I'll just thank-you. You're the one that got pregnant and are delivering the kits. I get what you're saying, the Sun God is like the ground and you're like the flower growing out from the ground. Without the foundation you wouldn't be able to have a child, but I'd rather thank a flower for being pretty than thank the Earth for bestowing me with a flower. The ground is just doing what the ground does," Strikhedoniadalisay explained, "So thank-you for your service," She smiled giving a friendly little bump to Littlebird's shoulder.
Littlebird had never heard such a metaphor before, but it sounded sweet enough. However, the one thing that she had learned was that sweet words were not always as they seemed. Strik may have been a member of SunClan, but that didn't mean that she trusted her. Strik had other loyalties...
"It is an honor to serve my clan" she replied politley, her eyes narrowing slightly. Littlebird then turned her gaze towards the sky "Although sometimes I wonder if this is the best way to serve the Sun God. After all, it will take time away from my duties as the Priestess Promised" that was true enough, and she wondered how Strik saw it. She was the leader of her own clan and had kits of her own.
"Don't worry, that's the great thing about your clan. Your kits will be indoctrinated at a young age and will practically grow up to be a mini blind follower like you. But you're not as blind as the rest are you?" She asked with an amused mischievous grin that seemed to say I'm-On-To-You, "Well. Blind enough. Foxstar would never choose a deputy or..." She blanked on what a SunClan's deputy was called, "Promised," She guessed, uncertain if that was the right rank name, "to be at her side unless she were obedient and loyal enough. Obedience and loyalty must create some kind of blindness. But still, this just proves that when you have kits they'll naturally double or quadruple your clans chances at success because they'll grow up and it'll be like having multiple of you helping the clan out. In the grand scheme of things your kits will be great just like your mom," Strik purred.
No her kits would not become blind followers, that is something that she would not allow. They would grow up knowing and being proud of their WinterClan heritage, that much was for certain. However, she couldn't deny that she was becoming more of a believer each day. She had come here as a skeptic, and it was only a meeting with the Sun God himself that had convinced her that there was something to this religion.
Yet it was the last part that truely struck her. Strik had known her mother? No one within SunClan seemed to, except for perhaps Foxstar. Even then Foxstar hadn't known much about here, more than a name and face. "You knew my mother?...?" she whispered. No one spoke of her mother or father, almost like it was a forbidden topic of discussion.
"Dude, your mom was a total babe. I was really close with your parents the only way a cat could be close to a WinterClan cat. I stole some WinterClan kits and your dad was mad. Day and Winter got into a fight about it. I found the guy amusing back then. I'm pretty sure I met your mom first though. When I met her she told me to get off her territory or she'd imprison me and I told her I'd be her prisoner any day. So we bonded a lot in prison... I really loved her and I wasn't there when she needed me most. I was being punished by Foxstar at the time for choosing Deal as my mate and refusing to tell his location. The whole time I never regretted my choice, but when I was released and your mom was dead while I was trapped."
Her words lingered as she looked up at the sky, "She was wild, good natured, yet tricky, but above all loyal and she died for those qualities because such beauty could not be sustained in a world that fears such chaos as gorgeous as her. When I say you'll be a good mother like her, it is one of the highest compliments I can give you," Strik said turning back to Littlebird, "If I hadn't chosen Deal, perhaps things would have played out differently for you. Maybe you wouldn't even be here. Regardless what could have been, I am sorry I wasn't there for your mother in her darkest hour," her voice was like a soft song ending in a whisper. A certain breathless warmth seemed to flow from her very essence, the way that she looked at Littlebird as if for a moment she was looking at her friend. There was a certain weakness Strik found looking into Littlebird's eyes, yet she didn't look away.
Jetclaw came into camp carrying some prey she paused when she saw Glowstar/Strik... whatever the rest of her actual sunClan name was, speaking to Littlebird. She felt a flash of concern and trying not to run moved over to join them.
"Hello," She meowed. "Greetings... senator." she said not even wanting to try to say the she cats name. "And Littlebird." She gave her sister in law a quick lick. "Are you doing all right? I brought this bird from Skipstep if you're hungry."
"No one ever talks about her..." she replied after a few moments. She only had vague memories of her mother. Whispered words of encouragement, a lick behind the ears. Most of her time was spent with her father, as she was his heir. She really only got to see her mother when she needed to nurse and at night. The rest of the time, Goldenstar had kept her close. At the time she didn't understand why her mother or siblings were not allowed to leave the den they shared. The politics surrounding the situation
Finding out that Stirk surprised her, but hearing the way she talked about Hazethroat was even more surprising. It was the first time that she hadn't doubt the truth of Striks words... Perhaps she even felt a little something.
Then her mind began replaying the scene over and over again. Her eyes glazing over, as it began. Her standing over her mother's dying body, her father staring down at them. Littlebird pleading for the fighting to stop... and then blood dripping upon her head as her father fell to the ground.
"Thank you..." she replied softly, as she was jolted out of her memories by JetClaw.
"I..." she started to reply as she began to throw up. The scent of the bird combinded with the memories to much for her already delicate stomach.
"Oh no Littlebird!" Jetclaw cried dropping the bird immediately and rushing closer to Littlebird. "Did you eat something bad? Is it the kits?" She inspected the she cat, worriedly nosing her to try and discern what was wrong. "Do you need those herbs you eat? I could grab them! what do they look like!"
As the contraction began, her mind became clouded and it took all of her energy to nod to JetClaw. She knew that she could trust her to get the herbs she needed, as her mate's sister had been carrying for while her brother was away. This wasn't the first time she had been brought to her knees by this pain, and it wouldn't be the last. Her body wanted the kits out, but they needed to remain until they were big enough to survive outside the womb.
She felt her face grow hot, of course this had to happen in front of strik. The leader of another clan.... She prided herself on upholding a mask of politeness and dignity, and this was rather... undignified to say the least. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing "Have mercy" she whispered as she began to pray for the safety of her kits.
She had many healers look at her, but no one knew exactly what her affliction was. Some guessed it was due to her young age, and others guessed it was due to her small size. What did Littlebird think of it all? Well she saw it as a punishment for her secret sins... A sign of the Sun God's fury.... and she was starting to believe that perhaps she deserved such a curse.
Jetclaw hesitated the nod meant get the herbs but she only had a vague idea. she'd have to try and figure it out, "Okay, I'll get them, hang in there littlebird, I'll be right back." The tan and black she cat assured her before rushing to the priestess den for herbs, quickly announcing her intentions in case Foxstar happened to be inside, and when she got no response darted in to look for the herbs needed.
Glowstar had a I-Don't-Know-What-To-Do look across her face. Unlike her brother and deceased mate she never knew anything about herbs, "If they're coming you should probably lie down and... I think they use a stick," She guessed as if she never had kits before and wasn't sure how the process worked. She just knew that Littlebird wasn't looking too well, she didn't know how to help and help was out trying to get helpful resources, "Uh... Would a song help?"
No. A song would not help, but what was she supposed to do? Stare at Littlebird? That seemed rude. Offering something stupid felt more right.
"I mean if it distracts her from pain that might help," Jetclaw meowed coming back and setting several herbs in front of Littlebird. "Okay, I wasn't completely sure which one it was so these were the ones I thought it could be. Did I at least get it among these?" She asked gesturing with her tail to the herbs.
Unable to speak through the contractions, Littlebird dipped her head and began to chew one of the herbs that JetClaw had managed to grab. It wasn't paticularly common, in fact she had been sneaking into other clan's territories to be able to obtain it. After a few moments the pain began to subside, as the contractions slowed. She took in a deep breathe
"My apologies..." she responed to Strik and JetClaw. "I am alright... As I get closer to giving birth, this will only happen more often. At least that is what Foxstar has told me" She didn't attempt to get up just yet, knowing the nausea would be to much. "It should go away after I have my kits" at least she hoped.
