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Post by Crane on Oct 31, 2009 18:39:24 GMT -5
Shaking the rain drops out o his short white pelt, Cranefeather padded into camp, a pair of fish dangling from his jaws. The camp seemed pretty deserted, because despite the drizzle, it was actually abnormally warm for a Leaf-bare day.
The white tom dropped one of the fish onto the fresh-kill pile, tutting at the small amount of food.
He walked into the Leader's Den, looking for Riverstar. He frowned - his mate was nowhere to be seen. Nothing to do but wait, Cranefeather really wanted to see her. He didn't know why but he had the strongest feeling something important was about to happen. Or already had. Deputies weren't meant to have StarClan visions or anything like that, where they? He chuckled darkly. Like StarClan would send him a message, even if the forest depended on it... How can you trust a murderer anyway?
He sat down in the center of the den, on the tight-packed earth, waiting silently. |
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Post by W.in.DY. on Nov 2, 2009 16:20:23 GMT -5
Riverstar had slowly walked into the Leader's Den, oblivious to Cranefeather. She had slowly kneeded the moss, before she noticed her deputy, and almost tore a huge hole in the moss, when she jumped up in shock."Uh, what are you doing in here?" Riverstar asked, recovering from the shock.
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Post by Crane on Nov 2, 2009 18:19:14 GMT -5
Cranefeather smirked at his mate's surprise. Sometimes she could be so oblivious. "Uh, what are you doing in here?" she asked.
Cranefeather grinned. "Making dirt. Just joking, I wanted to see how you were going, seeing we've been so busy lately. I miss just taking to you." He padded over to her and rubbed his cheek against hers affectionately, purring. It was true, what he had said - sometimes jobs and responsibilites got in the way of him and Riverstar just being together. |
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Post by W.in.DY. on Nov 3, 2009 5:04:43 GMT -5
"Dont make dirt in my den!" Riverstar laughed."Umm...yeah... Remember that night?" Riverfleetstar asked. She pressed her face against his, affectionately, before pulling it away and sighing. This wasn't going to be easy, was it? Especially the fact she had two lies on her shoulders, and she just them to be gone, just for these hard few months.
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Post by Crane on Nov 4, 2009 1:53:45 GMT -5
What night? wondered Cranefeather. There had been quite a few of those... He chuckled darkly.
Wait. Oh. Oh. Oh. What? Did she really mean... What?! No... it was his imagination... Was it? No, he didn't believe that. As he thought earlier, there had been a lot of 'those nights'. And, really, he wasn't some innocent kit. He knew what that meant.
He was going to be a father, at fifteen moons?! Well, he was going to be older when the kits came, but still, scandals! But kits... He was fond of kits, knowing they were growing up to be strong warriors... And with him, the strong and intelligent father, and Riverfleet, an incredibly agile and beautiful mother, surely they'd have to be the most perfect kits in the world!
"You mean... you're..." he paused, ...Pregnant? Really? As in, we're really going to be parents?" His heart sped up. Wow. Wow. WOW! |
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Post by W.in.DY. on Nov 13, 2009 7:07:03 GMT -5
riverstar
i know the pieces fit, because
I watched them tumble down,
no fault, none to blame,
it doesn't mean i don't desire
to point the finger, blame the other
and watch the temple topple over,
to try to bring the pieces back together,
rediscover communication Riverstar nodded. She had inched closer to her mate, their pelts pretty much touching. The black she-cat rested her tail on his flank and she sighed, the memories of that particular night flooding into her mind. Riverstar didn't hesitate to sigh again in delight, before she crouched down, her tail floating down to his paws.
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made one hundred percent by me.