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These kits are related to Wintryoasis, the new leader of WinterClan. Blizzardyrefudge is part of her litter and the son of Jester and Frozenstorms. Frozenstorms is WIC born, while Jester and Harlow come from AL long before it died. The two brothers moved to WinterClan as outsiders and everyone has always been weary of them.
Moons ago, a blizzard encased the land, forcing the cats of WinterClan deep into their nests and covering their home in snow and ice. The storm continued for nearly a week with no relief in sight. On the harshest of nights, the coldest of them all, and with most cats buried within their dens, a mother gave birth. Four kits lay before her, struggling to live, to survive this storm. No other cats were around, no warmth from a fellow queen or care from the medicine cat, her own mate stuck in his den until morning. The mother named them each with the hope they would see the storm's end, that they were a blessing from above that soon it would be over. She blessed them with the names Wintrykit, Icykit, Summerykit, and Blizzardykit. Three would be lucky, another dead before morning. The storm would break come midday, and a body buried at nightfall.
Wintryoasis and her siblings grew up knowing there were once four of them, that their brightly furred sister had not made it through till morning as they had. It was a tragic tale the whole clan spoke of, a hidden message to the young to mate only within the clan least death befall them. One moment that had left its mark on the whole of WinterClan. Kits were so few in the snowy lands, that their litter had been a blessing that year. But it would not be so. The death of young Summerykit became a grievous reminder that life was short and the storms harsh . A story to tell kits to remind them to stay in the nursery where it would be warmer and their chances stronger, and to hammer in the lesson that outsiders weren't to be trusted. Only those of clan blood, and especially not wondering Absum Lux toms.
Frozenstorms always appeared okay, just the same even after losing a kit in her first ever litter. But it was a lie she told the clan, showed them in how she acted. Her family knew the truth. Her lover knew better than anyone as well as his brother. And while it took the kits a bit to figure it out, even they knew that their mother wasn't as okay as she made it all out to be. The blizzard had stolen a life, one so young from a family so new and easily shattered. A family many didn't support.
Fights happened between Frozenstorms and Jester, never in front of anyone allowing them to continue to make the clan believe they were happily in love. That even outsiders could find love, that mixed blood wasn't a problem for them. But it was a lie. A lie hidden well within a tumbling storm.
But flowers always bloom twice, and in this case, it was love that found away. The brother, and fellow Ex-Absum Lux cat, Harlow had fallen for his sister-in-law. Many had seen him as only a devoted brother, a helpful uncle. But he was more to Frozenstorms than that. The two had fallen in love behind Jester's back. It was a well kept secrete, safe and sound. Until now.
Frozenstorms was pregnant, and she'd told no one. The litter didn't belong to her mate, something that was frowned upon, especially when the two of you seemed so in love. But life hadn't been bliss for her as of late. She still loved Jester, but the spark that once kept them close was dying. Harlow had stepped up after the death of Summerykit, and the two had grown close. Too close.
Waiting for Harlow, the she-cat paced the area they'd agreed to meet upon. He was the only one who knew the truth. That knew she was even pregnant as they were his kits. Her brother-in-law, brother to her mate, the father of her second litter. An affair for the books.
I hold the right to reassign the kits if you're not active with them. I hope to do some plots with them as they grow older. No one in the clan has the knowledge that these are Harlow's kits or even Frozenstorms. The mother will die here soon and the kits hidden away and then claimed to be random kist found. They won't know who their parents are and will be ignored by Harlow on purpose. If you have any questions feel free to ask! Their names have their pictures, so click on them to see them.
Frozenstorms and Jester's kits Wintryoasis - pao Icyhaven - @dreamrain Summerykit -deceased Blizzardyrefudge - lavellan
Frozenstorms and Harlow's kits Enchantedkit/winter - Phantom Frigidkit/spring - pao Fiervidkit/summer - female, OPEN (Has a further plot, involving leaving WinterClan because of falling in love with a tom and then comes back long enough to drop off her two kits) Enternalkit/fall - OPEN
All yours! I’ll be taking the last kit. Your welcome to role play them as soon as you get them up in the page. Well role play in this thread what happens between Frozenstorms, Jester (neverstarstar), and Harlow (Cleaver).
(Okay here's the family tree. Their pictures are in their name things idk what else to call them @skelly I will be sending you the rest of Fevridkit's plot soon. If, while roleplaying this family, your cat has kits or a mate or anything let me know and I can update the family tree. This includes their gender @samiam and Phantom ) Cleaverneverstarstar
Frozenstorms could feel pains in her stomach, ones all too familiar. Labor. At least she wasn't in camp, it'd be easier to hide that they were hers that way, less suspicion on her affair the better. No one could know what she'd done. That'd she'd betrayed her mate and fallen for another.
He hurried to their meeting place, his eyes scanning anxiously until he spotted her waiting there for him, and felt a rush of relief. "Frozenstorms," he murmured, slipping closer and bracing his forehead against hers, letting out a breath. "I'm sorry I'm late." Not for the first time he was counting his lucky stars just to be here with her. These last moons had felt like a dream; how could he have won her over? For moons on end he'd pined for her, never believing she'd feel the same, that she'd look at him like she did his brother, until finally she did. Harlow was nearly choking on emotion at the thought.
He wasn't like his brother. Scruffy, dirty, always running behind, Harlow had always been a sweet and confused mess and always lagged several steps behind. He wasn't put together, he wasn't a fantasy, he was just another guy, but he was in love, and that made up for everything else.
Frozenstorms was in pain, but she was grateful that he'd at least arrived. Not much longer and they'd have their kits. She merely hoped that she could keep Jester clueless for a while longer. To her knowledge, her mate didn't know about her affair, and she hoped to keep it that way. Harlow will claim to find the kits and adopt them as his own and she could then "help" him raise them like any good sister-in-law. No one need find out about the results of their affair.
But luck wasn't on their side. Someone had followed Harlow to their secrete meeting place.
Post by neverstarstar on Nov 2, 2019 23:55:50 GMT -5
[[ walks in 15 minutes late with starbucks ]]
Jester, despite what his name suggested, was no fool. Frozenstorm had been strange as of late. The only problem was that he didn't know what was wrong. She seemed pleasant enough and he had no reason to worry, except for a couple of small, possibly insignificant occurrences.
The worry and suspicion ate at him, leading him to shameful behavior. Namely, following her. She'd snuck out before he'd been able to follow and had been searching for her scent in the territory before spotting Harlow. Curious, unaware, the tom followed his brother. And where should it lead him but to his mate. And then they... touched foreheads? A rather affectionate gesture for simple in-laws. Small pieces began clicking into pace, his paws began to feel cold.
[This is a reminder to all to get your cats added to the joining thread. If they're not added by this next Monday (11/11), I will be giving them to someone else. I want this family to be active. There's a lot of drama to come and the only way for that to happen is if the family is active! Cleaverneverstarstar @skelly @dreamrain lavellan @samiam Phantom If you have any questions regarding the family please let me know!]
Frozenstorms could feel more pains, labor progressing. "Soon, my love." She'd escaped camp as soon as she'd felt the first pains, knowing that it was time. Luck was on their side, o snowstorms this time around, no freezing weather to steal the life from a small kit's body. She would not face the same sorrow again, it'd kill her. In this little home away from home, the she-cat settled herself, content that this was the start of something new, that she could try again and be a mother to a living litter. Not to one that was a lesson, a message to mate only within the clan. A cruel message.
The first kit was born a short while later, tragedy following only moments after.
Jester was here.
Wintryoasis had gone out for a walk, mind wondering about what would happen, where the clan would go from here.
Their clan had just faced a deep injustice by their leader. The tom had left. No words spoken, no reasons given, he was just gone. Their deputy following not long later.
WinterClan had no leader, no deputy, no medicine cat. No one to take control.
Or maybe they did.
A winter storm, hidden behind a pile of snow, gazed upon the strange site before her. Frozenstorms, Jester and Harlow. Just what was her family doing? Her question was answered a moment later.
[ i'm so sorry you guys, i really had every intention to be active with my dear Fervid, but with work and school piling on, i really need to devote as much time as i can to Moon! thank you for the opportunity tho! ♥ ]
"There, there," he murmured, burying his face briefly in her neck before pulling back, circling around her anxiously. He knew he needed to help, he couldn't afford to be distracting her right now, but his belly fluttered with fear that something would go wrong. He fought the urge to curl up around her and hold her close, and instead paced toward the edges of the clearing. He had to go find a stick, or something, for her to bite on -- that's what queens, did right? Why hadn't he paid more attention before? He glanced up and stopped suddenly as he spotted his brother.
"Jester." There was a sudden biting cold in his voice as he regarded the other tom suspiciously. How much had he seen? He had no shortage of love for his brother, but Frozendreams was his now. A warning growl rumbled in his throat. "What are you doing here?"
(Cleaverneverstarstar @dreamrain Phantomlavellan we have two kits available if you know anyone that would want them let me know. I also plan to do a thread between Wintryoasis and her two littermates, if you have any ideas for that let me know as I was planning a bonding thread for them. This thread will be progressing to the fight scene/death of Frozenstorms. You're welcome to role play the kits in this thread. I would like to do a thread with the kits' litter as well and how they're raised as orphans. Maybe the kits could have a play day and wonder about their parents and go searching for the cat that brought them to the clan, ie Harlow.)
Frozenstorms birthed another kit, adding a third to the already living, breathing kits of this litter. One more she was sure and then it'd all be over and she'd have her happy family. Between contractions, she heard her lover's voice call out the name of her mate. He couldn't be here! Just couldn't! He'd know of their affair, of her unfaithfulness to him. Their image would be ruined. She could be cast out of the clan! No, Jester couldn't know she was here and everything would be ruined.
She would not get her wish. The winds shifted, taking her scent straight to her mate along with a scream that a strong contraction caused. There was no way her mate didn't know she was here, and what it was she was doing.
Whoever related winter to a wonderland never had to shovel
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Post by Zacharie on Nov 29, 2019 2:18:56 GMT -5
(slips in Hey I've come to adopt Fievirdkit- I'm really interested in the plot you're cooking up with her and how many directions it can go in terms of development, especially with relationships)
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