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Post by *-*Riku*-* on Aug 3, 2010 22:14:50 GMT -5
Jaggedstar nodded, and licked her cheek. "I'll be back soon then." He said, before disappearing outside and running off towards the camp. It was easy to figure out the way to camp now that the blizzard was gone and the sun left everything in an orange tint. True, it was hard to tell landmarks or scents that had been muffled by a thick blanket of snow, but he knew the way almost naturally. When he got there, Jaggedstar leaped up to the top of the highledge and called a clan meeting to address explain why he'd been gone all night.
"Frostleaf and I now have 5 kits out there in the territory, and I'd like to get a patrol together to help carry our children back to the nursery." Jaggedstar explained, not able to hide the purr of amusement in his throat when several of the clan cats offered him congratulations on being a father. The morale of iceClan, which had been rather low because of the impending Moon-sky, lifted considerably when the cats below him found out they had new little IceClan lives to protect and feed. These were the first kits the Clan had seen in moons.
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Post by Jaysong :D on Aug 4, 2010 7:40:23 GMT -5
Frostleaf watched her kits nose around the den as she waited for Jaggedstar to return. The kit's eyes were not yet open,so they mostly just touched and sniffed at leaves and the cold ground. The gray kit,Shardkit, was at the edge of their den,sniffing at the think blanket of snow that covered Iceclan territory. He touched it with his tiny paw,and when he realized how cold it was,quickly shook it off,which landed on Ripplekit's back. Ripplekit jumped and padded up to Frostleaf to rub off the snow onto her front leg.
Frostleaf purred in amusement as the kits continued exploring,pulling one of them from going outside every now and then. They would bring much happiness to the clan, they would be happy to see new kits that would be young and sometimes annoyingly enterjetic. What Iceclan needed had been a nice mood lifter to get them a little less mopey over the approaching Moon-sky,which was promised to be colder than ever.
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Post by Amber on Sept 5, 2010 17:48:50 GMT -5
((OOC: Am I not Ripplekit?))
Fearowstrike simply nodded at the news and wasted no time in tearing out of the camp. "I'll go on ahead and find them!" called the tabby over her shoulder. She had to trust that her Clanmates would respect her enough not to be angered by the sudden act; she had been leader twice before. And this news seemed urgent enough..
The tabby she-cat perked her ears, straining to catch any sounds. There were none that she could discern; though the wind had gotten much less violent since the past night's storm, it was still quite loud. Fearowstrike narrowed her blue-green orbs and parted her maw again. She could still catch a whiff.. And it smelled familiar.
Froststar? she thought, then corrected herself: No, Frostleaf. But, now concerned for her Clan's opinion of her (considering her outburst..), Fearowstrike let herself skid to a stop and then wheel around. "Come on!" she called to whatever cats may have followed. She did not dare sit down; there was no time to waste, correct..?
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Post by Jaysong :D on Sept 5, 2010 18:49:31 GMT -5
OOC: Yesh,you are Ripplekit,I think :S
Frostleaf heard the pawsteps of the approaching cats and as their scent drew called out,"We're over here!" Darkkit turned to her,startled from her voice going from a soft,melodic whisper to a normal speaking voice. The white she cat pressed her nose into her kits fur,comforting her and sending her back to her litter mates.
Soon the patrol had arrived,Fearowstrike being the first to appear,Jaggedstar and the others following soon after. "Aren't they just wonderful?"Frostleaf meowed,her eyes gleaming with pride. All the kits look very healthy,not to small and and not fragile,but being out in the elements for much longer would take a toll on their small bodies. She rested her muzzle on each of their heads before picking up the nearest one, Emberkit,and nudging the rest towards the others to be carried to the safety of the nursery.
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Post by *-*Riku*-* on Sept 6, 2010 6:38:12 GMT -5
Jaggedstar caught up with Fearowstrike out in the middle of the wasteland of territory they controlled, which was now blanketed in a thick layer of snow, and the clear starry vastness of silverpelt over head was tinged with the red of the sleeping sun just barely touching to horizon. In these times, IceClan only got a few minutes of sunlight a day. Jaggedstar's worries crept back to his mind as he looked around at the patrol of warriors who had come with him.
When they reached the makeshift den, Jaggedstar didn't waste time with greetings. Instead, he bent over to pick up the tom kit nearest him, Ripplekit, and nodded to Frostleaf and the others, There were enough of them to each be carrying one kit. Jaggedstar went to the entrance and set his son down in between his paws. "I'm going ahead with Ripplekit. I want to make sure the path is safe."
His meaning was clear. In these troubled times, wolves, polar bears, and arctic foxes were abundant in their territory. The last thing they needed was to be attacked by one of these three menaces while moving newborn kits to the camp. Picking up Ripplekit again, he bounded out of the den and on towards the camp. To Jaggedfang, the windless, frozen frontier's chill would not penetrate his thick fur, to Ripplekit's kitten fluff, however, it was heart-stopping cold.Without the proper protection from the chill, the feel of this severe temperature drop would be enough to freeze the air in anyone's lungs.
Knowing this, Jaggedstar ran back to the camp as fast as he could while keeping his ears and eyes peeled for danger.
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Post by Jaysong :D on Sept 9, 2010 15:26:13 GMT -5
Frostleaf waited a few moments to ensure a safe distance between them,then began racing off toward the camp. She was the first the burst through the entrance,trotting straight into the nursery. She released Emberkit's scruff from her jaws onto the warm nest of fronds of bracken and many warm feathers the apprentices had so kindly collected for her. It would need to be expanded to occupy her kits at some point. She was fine with it though,she liked being close her children. After Emberkit had warmed up,Frostleaf slowly washed her as she waited for the others to come in.
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Post by Amber on Sept 21, 2010 20:56:14 GMT -5
Fearowstrike nodded obediently, watched her leader go, then stooped to pick up charge of her own. Then with one last glance back at the makeshift den, she turned and bounded away. She was sure to stay slightly behind from where Jaggedstar probably was - even she could catch the veiled meaning behind his words. If the tabby she-cat didn't have objects preventing her from doing so, she would have laughed aloud.
Ripplekit, on the other hand/paw, was wailing, confusion marring his young face. He pawed desperately at the air, in despair at the sudden loss of warmth and the rocking of his small form. It was so terribly cold. Shickers racked his body. Eventually, though, he stopped his quivering and instead fell limp, resigned - and perhaps exhausted. The scent of the one who held him was familiar. He felt a sense of trust, almost, at the notion....
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Post by Jaysong :D on Sept 23, 2010 15:40:31 GMT -5
Emberkit opened her jaws in a tiny squeak of a wail when her mother began running. Despite Frostleaf's attempt to keep her from moving too much,it was quite bumpy compared to the soft motion of her litter-mates suckling around her. She let out a puny breath of relief from her small lungs when she was sat down again on some soft,squishy stuff in a warm area,sheltered from the wind. Back at her mother's warm flank she curled up at the center of her belly and started to doze. Her light slumber was dreamless,the only sensation her mother's rough tongue gently stroking her fur.
When she awoke she felt her siblings warm fur rising and falling around her,and Emberkit felt secure. Her eyes opened into a tiny slit,not allowing her to see much of anything,but she could make out faint colorful shapes that she assumed were the other kits. Interested in her new found bit of sight,she swung her head from side to side,looking at the different colors in the den. The blurry images started to give her a head ache though,so she closed her eyes once again,returning to the peaceful darkness she had known her whole short existence.
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Post by *-*Riku*-* on Dec 26, 2010 14:59:04 GMT -5
Jaggedstar set Ripplekit down among the other kits and then turned to leave, promising over his shoulder that he'd be back. He needed to set up the patrols and assess the damage to the camp after that blizzard. Jaggedstar effectively set up 3 double patrols and a system of hunters to stock up the fresh-kill pile. The weak sunlight would have tempted some prey out of their holes, and they couldn't afford letting the chance of food go to waste.
With those that remained in the camp, he set up a group of cats that would dig up holes to bury cashes of fresh-kill that was brought in, and the remaining cats were set to reinforce the camp barrier, to make it more wind-proof, and reinforce all the den walls, so that they'd be warmer. When the activity began, Jaggedstar went towards the nursery, keeping his promise that he'd return to help Frostleaf look after their kits. The fact that he was a father was daunting, but his chest swelled with pride when he stuck his head and shoulders into the nursery entrance and his eyes laid upon her and their kits, asleep in the nest.
Scraping his back against the thorns of the gorse bush that made up the nursery, Jaggedstar let out a purr and pawed his way across to Frostleaf's side and licking her cheek, he rested his tail on top of their kits adding his warmth to them as well.
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Post by Amber on Dec 29, 2010 13:28:25 GMT -5
Fearowstrike simply dipped her head, sensing that she was no longer needed. (And perhaps that what they DID need was some privacy with their new litter.) Without another word, she slipped away into the camp.
Ripplekit stretched his jaws in what appeared to be a yawn, but was in reality a soundless meow. He could feel the warm pelts brushing against him, reassuring him that he was safe, and for a moment he calmed, paws quitting their working of the earth. After a few heartbeats of welcomed silence, a raspy purr came from the small kit.
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