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MOTHER – LOKI { black medium-haired molly with emerald green eyes. cold, calculating, emotionally detached. struggles to form connections with her children, though she does care for them deep within. despite her cold behavior toward them, they're quite attached to her, which is confusing.
FATHER – THOREN { a large, muscular brown tabby tom with gold eyes. despite appearing gruff and unyielding, he's quite a soft teddy bear and absolutely adores his children. he considers his family with Loki to be the best on the planet, despite Loki's cold outward demeanor. he is a protective papa bear and will go after anyone who dares threaten his babies.
They are related to the E'clair family and will be Cyd.
THE LITTER –in order by birth
FORSETI for-set-ee ♂ [ syzygy ] { the prosecutor. justice & order.
Do not forget to write their bios and post them both here and on the joining thread.
Green eyes opened slowly as she felt the pain tearing her insides in half. The imagery was beautiful to those who found such things art; for her, she found herself slowly sitting up in her nest, her beloved beside her, and glanced at him. He need not be woken for something like this. It would be over soon. Turning, she padded through the darkness of her den into the night that settled in the encampment of BrookClan's home. Padding down the bridge to the lower level of the enclosure, she passed through the courtyard – soft sounds of sleep emanating from den entrances – and entered the garden terrace. Those who would see her wouldn't suspect a thing, other than the scent of blood and sweat sliding down her pelt and the occasional bout of pain that made her form more rigid than usual. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were narrowed. She was good at disguising her pain; she'd had 20 moons to practice, after all.
Stopping in front of the large den the vrachi and ace coop shared, she cleared her throat.
"Lakeveil, Kaliko." Her voice was quiet, but firm; the Tsar wasn't playing any games tonight. "Get out here. It's time." Turning, she stiffly walked to one of the unoccupied dens for their clientele, slowly laying down and finally wincing when her muscles shifted and caused another contraction.
MIMIR / zuno The baby of the family. He is small and his fighting skills are subpar, yet he holds a wealth of knowledge and patience for the world. Mimir is a small black tom with large golden eyes that hold more secrets than you would think. His silence is not just a personality trait, it is his discipline. He opts not to talk when he doesn’t need to as he hates the way his voice sounds. He is the lastborn son of Loki and Thoren E’Clair, making him a royal, yet he holds no chances of ever getting close to his mother's throne. Dedicated to Marli - podarok
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Post by simplylight on Jun 8, 2019 9:55:06 GMT -5
RÁN / simplylight Mid-length, black fur the color of a raven's feathers cover a small, skinny frame from nose to tail tip. She resembles her mother in many ways except for two harsh golden eyes like the blazing sun that adorn her dark face. Rán is cunning and seductive. Being the daughter of Loki and Thoren E'clair, she has endless possibilities in her claws. A bat of an eye can lead to anything her heart desires, and she is very aware of that. Her charm and title can win her anything she wants. She was not the first born of her siblings, but she could care less. It was more fun to sit among the ranks deceiving rather than on the throne having everyone question your decisions. More to come as she is developed. Dedicated to Tiveronah - podarok
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Kaliko had been asleep in a ball with her tail covering her nose when the Tsar's voice entered her dreams. Blinking a few times, she rose and stretched all in one move before prodding Lakeveil with one slender, cream paw. "Tsar Loki has summoned us. Her kits are coming." She meowed simply, her voice drowsy from the lingerings of sleep. Her paws led her to the herb storage first where they had already prepared Loki's bundle. Gingerly grasping it, she made her way out of the den and over to the one Loki had claimed. "It is a good night for kits." She commented as she entered and place down the herbs at the Tsar's muzzle. "The stars are out and sky clear. That is a sign of luck where I am from." She gathered up some moss that had formed in one of the corners of the den and began to soak in where the ground dipped slightly and a puddle had formed. "Lakeveil should be coming soon, but in the meantime you should take those herbs and drink. You will need plenty of energy and strength for this."
The black she-cat had to clench her jaw, her pearly white teeth grinding against one another and a metallic taste spreading itself upon her tongue as she glared up at the healer. Despite her stoic appearance, the pain was increasing; the last thing she wanted was to endure even more torture through the kadet's rambling. Though she didn't trust the vrachi completely, she found herself longing for the healer's presence; perhaps then Kaliko's tongue wouldn't be nearly so loose.
"Do you always," she winced minutely as a contraction hit, "talk all of your patients to death?" She leaned forward and snatched the soaked mass between her teeth, quickly sucking down what droplets of liquid she could and lapping up the herbs pushed her way. Though normally she was much less trusting, the pain was beginning to numb her senses; her paranoia was melting away in the smell of blood.
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Post by simplylight on Jun 9, 2019 8:16:23 GMT -5
Her eyes narrowed and she fought the urge to leave the Tsar there to take care of herself. If it weren’t for the doubt that flickered in her chest at what would happen if she did, she would have. Kaliko placed a paw over the herbs and pulled them back towards her. “I may just be the acecoop, but I have the power over pain and death right now. Is it wise to insult me?” She meowed coolly then pushed them back. “Take them.” She then placed her paw on the Tsar’s belly, nodding as she felt another contraction coming. “Let’s hope these kits have the same bold spirit as you.” She added more humorously now. “The first one should be here soon.”
Fury sliced through her heart like a lance and she found herself biting back not harsh words but her own teeth; her anger was helping her to focus on things other than pain and Kaliko wasn't helping her situation one bit. She inhaled a deep breath at the touch to her swollen stomach, though; she couldn't afford to rip the acecoop's throat out with her teeth. She needed her. For now. Once these kits were born though... Her green eyes narrowed as she continued to stare at her. There would be no stopping her.
"We will have no time to wait on Lakeveil." She hissed. "You must do it yourself." Her eyes narrowed. "Though I despise you with every fiber of my being, I know that you're capable. There's a reason you've lasted this long as a healer's apprentice. You have guts, kid." She smirked despite herself. "And mine are currently trying to escape."
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Post by simplylight on Jun 9, 2019 17:24:55 GMT -5
Kaliko snickered at Loki's comment then nodded. The acecoop was generally a kind and giving cat. Her dedication to Nivet was probably taken more seriously than her mentors. However, she would not let herself be run over from anyone. She did not come this far to be insulted and she wasn't afraid to hold her own against those who wanted to tear her down. The cream carried on with the next part of the work quietly, making sure the Tsar was taking the herbs in the right order. Her eyes then scanned the den until she managed to find a sturdy-looking stick. Luckily, they kept these things around. "Alright, when I tell you to push I want you to bite down on this hard. Just imagine it's my tail."
Her eyes narrowed as another contraction started. "Ready? Push."
The black she-cat's eyes glinted in amusement at her final comment before the order was shot and she found herself focused on only one thing: trying not to completely loose herself in what was turning out to be the worst decision of her life. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice... lose an eye.
The tsar gazed down at the six bundles squeaking and squirming beside her, trampling over one another to knead at her milk. She was exhausted and it wasn't helping her temper; multiple times she'd had to resist herself from snapping at the little things that didn't know any better. Natural maternal instincts? She thought that was a load of rubbish. Shouldn't she be fawning over them and commenting on how amazing they were? How they were all little miracles? Or was that a bunch of fodder queens came up with after they'd had time to deal with the fact that they were mothers? She... She was a mom. She was a mom. The very word had her cringing and it hadn't even been said aloud. Perhaps she wasn't meant for this aspect of life; it seemed to be tradition in the E'clair family that most mothers abandon their young. She looked down at them. She couldn't do that though. How would she get away with it? She shook her head and glanced back at Kaliko.
"Thank you," she muttered, her voice gruff and hoarse. She glanced away from the acecoop. "For, you know. Helping them."
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Post by uniqcrim on Jun 12, 2019 19:27:09 GMT -5
The brown tabby's long limbs stretched out before him as he woke, amber eyes opening into tiny slits as he looked for his mate. To his surprise, she was nowhere to be found and he stood up quickly, pushing out of the den quickly. Her scent trail was hours old and he followed it with uncertainty. Where had she gone? "Where is the Tsar?" He asked a group of whispering warriors who he passed.
"She is with the vrachi and acecoop. It sounded like she was kitting." One of them responded, but the tom did not need to hear anymore and he was already bounding off. Kitting? She left to have their kits and didn't wake him up? He felt a little offended at the thought, but he knew Loki better than anyone else and she still had issues asking for help and support even form Thoren. He rushed inside of the den and immediately pinpointed her with numerous squirming bundles besides her.
"Why didn't you tell me you were kitting?" He asked as he walked over to her, giving the top of her head an affectionate lick as he peered over at their kits, their kits. It was such a weird thought but he was filled with rolling waves of joy at being a father.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Jun 13, 2019 14:11:03 GMT -5
Kaliko gazed at the kits, marveling at how graceful they were even after just being born. They were definitely Loki's kits whether she decided to accept them or not. She gave each of them a final check before nodding towards the Tsar. "Of course. It is my duty and honor to help. Nivet blesses the young." She meowed lightly before her attention was diverted by Thoren's arrival. The acecoop offered a smile to the new father before holding her tail up in amusement. What a pair. One as giddy as a spring squirrel and the other as unconcerned as a cuckoo. Her thoughts almost brought a snort out of her muzzle, but she kept it shut.
