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life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Dec 10, 2019 9:02:57 GMT -5
it's been established that im the worst, but let me just remind you all: i am the worst
"Harlow," the growl was uncharacteristically harsh for the usually good-natured Jester. Something wasn't right here, something that cast a shadow over his mind and heart. Jester eyed the scene with a cold fury, gaze snapping to Harlow when he spoke. "What am I doing here? I'm following MY mate, because she has been acting strange. What, brother, are YOU doing here?"
This couldn't be happening, Frozenstorms' scent wreathed around him, a treacherous siren call straight to his shattered heart. It was true. She was here and in labor. But not with his kits. Not possibly his kits.
Betrayal, rage, heartbreak, bitterness, washed over him again and again. Each one a wave dragging him down, down, down. Jester's claws dug into the ground and his voice was a scary, unpredictable type of calm, "whose the father of the kits my mate is giving birth to?" He was daring him to lie. Daring his brother to claim innocence even during a scene so fraught with guilt. As for Frozenstorms, he couldn't even look at her.
His jaw flexed and a vein stood out in his throat as he planted himself in front of his brother, watching the understanding cross his eyes. His stance was firm and stiff, refusing to let Jester past even if he tried. These were his kits being born, his love bleeding on the grass behind them, and he would not let his brother get close to her. She couldn't afford to be distracted now, to be agonizing over her choice, to doubt herself; she needed to focus on her love and her trial and he would protect her. Even from his own family.
His head lowered and his eyes drew narrow. His voice was deadly soft to mimic his brother's, only he couldn't control his calm so easily: a harsh growl edged his words, daring him to dissent. "You shouldn't be here, Jester. It's over. Go home now, and let her kit in peace. She doesn't have time for you."
He spat out the last word and stepped forward, thrusting his muzzle against Jester's, then shoved him hard. "Get lost."
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Dec 12, 2019 8:49:43 GMT -5
Jester froze, shocked by the voice of his brother. How could he do this? To him, to Frozenstorms? And now Harlow was acting like Jester was the problem here. But he wasn't. All Jester was was a decent cat with a sweet mate and a caring brother. He deserved more than a growl and shove from his own brother. Deserved more than his mate kitting on the grass, bringing kits into the world that were not his at all.
"I'm not going anywhere," Jester returned, voice scratchy with emotion. Heartbreak and fear tampered his thoughts and suddenly he just wanted to be close to Frozenstorms. To the cat he'd pledged to love for their whole lives. "That's my mate giving birth, Harlow. You are the one who needs to leave."
Determination lit in his heart and burned away the doubt, he steeled himself and tried to look bigger than he was, "that's my family over there. You're just a distraction." The words sounded hollow to him, but the sudden compulsion to stay near his mate was strong and demanding and he was too weak to save his dignity and just walk away.
The last kit was born moments later. Four healthy kits rested beside their exhausted mother. The scent of fear from Frozenstorms keeping them silent. Worry filled the queen at their silence, but she could do little but keep them close while the two toms fought it out. Her mind wandered to how she would explain this to the clan now. Surely Jester would tell, would spread how unfaithful she was. The clan would disown her, banish her even for her lack of loyalty and false pretense of such to her mate.
"I told you to leave," he hissed venomously. "You are not going anywhere near her or those kits." Harlow shoved him again, harder, and unsheathed his claws.
"Get out of here before you make me do something we both regret!"
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Jan 20, 2020 21:27:25 GMT -5
Jester unsheathed his own claws, a hiss marring his words as he spit back at his brother, "I did nothing wrong! You're the problem here, Harlow. Just please don't ruin everything today." He turned pointedly towards his mate, a look in his eyes that seemed broken yet somehow soft. He loved her. Even as she laid there with kits that belonged to his brother and not him, he loved her. He knew he'd forgive her. His mate, not Harlow's. "Frozenstorms," he whispered, voice cracked with emotions both good and bad.
Frozenstorms was too exhausted to even look at her mate, let alone her lover. The two were on their own. Kits squirmed at her belly, and yet she paid them no mind. Her kits this time was more than she could handle. The stress from hiding the pregnancy, the stressful ordeal of birthing the kits, and the fight happening before her were matters that didn't help.
Not far away the deputy of the clan was out for a hunt. Wintryoasis had left earlier that morning, unaware of the family crisis happening not far away. West of the fight and no wind to carry scents, she was oblivious to what was happening, that soon her family would be smaller by two while it's grown by four.
Harlow was spitting with rage. "You dare bare your claws at me?" He had done everything he could to stop him, but Jester wouldn't leave. So he'd make him. "I'm not the problem, Jester, this is my family. This is our day, so BACK. OFF!"
He lunged forward and shoved his brother hard back against the snow. His teeth showed as he stalked closer and slashed at his muzzle warningly. "Go!"
Wintryoasis heard a voice, familiar and yet from this far away she couldn't place who it was. Moving closer, she started off towards where it'd come from. Not sure what was driving her beside a gut feeling, the deputy continued on her way, drawing closer and closer to the source. If she'd known what she was going to find, she might have stayed away.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Jan 29, 2020 20:26:05 GMT -5
Jester let out a surprised yowl. Why was his brother being so savage? Jester was in the right here! "Stop," he growled, shoving Harlow away and trying to get away, shaking snow and blood off of himself. His muzzle was bleeding steadily but he hardly noticed, focused instead on Harlow. "You freak! Attacking your own brother. Frozenstorms should be terrified of you, you'll probably kill a kit the first time they talk back!"
Tagging the role players of the kits:PhantomSpiderheartZacharie . You're welcome to reply how you see fit. The plan is that Wintryoasis will come across the scene just as Jester is running off. By replying to this thread, at least once from today till next Monday the 10th, I'll know you're still active with the kit. Otherwise, I'll be reassigning them. I know this thread took a while but I'd like to keep this family active and if you won't be I'll reassign the kits to someone who will be! Also I'm promoting Frigidkit to an apprentice so you're welcome to promote your kit as well. I get kits can be hard to role play and I haven't role played Frigidkit much but by promoting them I'm hoping that'll change. Cleaverneverstarstar
Frigidkit called for her mother, his cries unanswered by the dying she-cat. Any moment now, Frozenstorms would either pull-through or pass on. It was touch and go. Her kits kept her here, the fighting kept her here. But for how long would that last? She could feel herself fading but sheer determination was keeping her here. Giving her kits a once over she spoke their names. She could give them that at least, besides the gift of life. To the first crying for her attention, she named him, "Frigidkit."
Wintryoasis drew closer and closer. Unaware until she heard a howl of pain that caused her ears to perk up in interest. She couldn't tell who it was or if they were friend or foe. But as the deputy of the clan, she couldn't allow it to go unchecked. Slowly, she made her way there. She was unaware of who or what she'd find, but hopefully, she'd be able to handle it.
But could any cat? How did one handle finding out her mother and uncle were having an affair? One that leads to you having new little siblings? Or that broke out into a fight between the two brothers when she'd been taught to value her family? Would the whole clan finds out? If so what would they think of her? Or her siblings? Her family? They were already distrusted, her even more so with her position, due to their mixed blood. Her father and uncle are Absum Lux born cats, her mother pure WinterClan. But that doesn't matter in a traditional clan like theirs. Purebloods are valued, and all others distrusted.
Enchantedkit cried out along with her brother, drawing closer to Frigidkit as their calls remained unanswered, frightened and unsure of where she was as she seaked comfort from her brothers warmth even though he must have also been feeling as she herself did.
"I would never hurt them!" Harlow yowled, his voice shaking with rage. How dare he? Snarling, he circled and leaped at his brother, swiping at him with force behind his claws this time. "This is your last chance, Jester. Leave them alone, for good, or I'll kill you. Don't make me do it." He swiped his tongue over his jaws and lunged again.
Whoever related winter to a wonderland never had to shovel
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Post by Zacharie on Feb 9, 2020 17:04:54 GMT -5
(Does my response here still count with Fieveridkit even though I missed the AC? If so then sweet, and if not then no worries!)
Fieveridkit meweled with the loss of warmth. Her little body was shivering already without it, and she meweled again for it to come back. The newborn felt shifting beside her, and automatically she wormed her way towards it, feeling small, jerking bodies underneath her. Whatever it was, it was warm and smelled familiar so she squirmed her way into the middle of the wriggling pile to find shelter from the cold air around her.
