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Post by Mistgaze on Aug 26, 2012 15:35:19 GMT -6
Larksing groomed her pelt, which was covered in dust. She had been sitting in her den from sunrise to sunhigh. She would need an apprentice soon, to help her out with those things. She'd have to keep an eye out for a kit that looked promising. Her muzzle split into a wide yawn as she tread over to the freshkill pile, removing a nicely sized rabbit from the top and dragging it over to a nice spot to settle down and eat. She mindlessly ate a few bites, deep in thought about nothing in particular. Just things. The Windlcan medicine cat was constantly thinking about herbs and Starclan and injuries and the protection and health of the clan. It was like that with every medicine cat. Or, atleast she figured it was. Larksing was grateful for Newleaf to have arrived. There was much less sickness. And it was so much warmer. She felt a nice, warm breeze blow through camp, ruffling her freshly-groomed fur slightly. Oh, what a joy Newleaf always was. The feel, the sights, the smells! It was all so wonderful. And whilst Larksing was normally overly optimistic about most things, she was quite sure that everyone else thought the same. She couldn't wait for the warm spring rains to come. Larksing finished up her rabbit in a couple more bites, and swiped her tongue over her muzzle to get the last bits of the juicy prey. Even the food tasted better in Newleaf! Although that was probably because they were less scrawny than they had been for the past few months. Larksing rose to her paws and stretched. She would have to go out and hunt down some new herbs today, she was running low. |
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Post by Shizuka on Aug 28, 2012 19:38:41 GMT -6
 Swiftheart yawned and sleepily opened her eyes, slowly beginning to rise from her nest, before blinking and leaping dizzily to her feet. It was sunhigh already!? She had overslept! Just as expected, the others had already left for patrols. Not only that, but this wasn't the first time. She felt guilty already that she couldn't be much help to her clan, even though it had only been several sunrises since she had found out from Larksing that she was going to have kits. Ashfeather's kits. It filled her with pride to know that she was going to bear his kits, and bring more warriors into Windclan, yet it felt so different to not be working her hardest all the time, catching rabbits every day. As much as she wanted to express proud feelings of not wanting others' pity, she had to tell herself that she couldn't be like that. She had to protect her kits, and focus on keeping them safe and healthy. It was her first litter anyway, so everything seemed to take time getting used to, and it was hard.
Shaking her head and clearing her mind, she padded out of the Warrior's den and began to head in the direction of the medicine cat's den. By the way, at what point should she begin staying in the Nursury? Was there even any point in her staying in the Warrior's den if she wasn't even going to be going on the hunting and border patrols sooner or later? Although most may not have expected it, Swiftheart was actually a rather proud she-cat, willfully doing anything she could to prove that she was not "weak". Even with kits, she didn't want to be pitied, and was afraid that she would take advantage of others' generosity as a queen. As a new mother, Swiftheart had many things to worry about, and going to the Medicine cat, Larksing, seemed lately to be one of the few methods of comfort that she could think of. It was comforting to know that there was someone who knew exactly what was going to happen to her, and what was happening to her, and Swiftheart found herself relying on Larksing even more often before. The visits to the medicine cat den became more common as more symptoms appeared.
By the time she arrived at the medicine cat den, she saw the medicine cat, looking as if she were about to leave, maybe to go gather herbs. "Larksing, good afternoon." Swiftheart meowed in greeting, dipping her head respectfully to the medicine cat and making sure that she had said "good afternoon" instead of "good morning". "Are you going to gather herbs? May I help? All the other patrols left without me." She offered. Gathering herbs wasn't a tough job, so there shouldn't be any reason to turn her down out of pity for her as a soon-to-be-queen.
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Ooc : So glad that Windclan has a med cat now, so Swiftheart can have a med cat help her xD |
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Post by Mistgaze on Sept 1, 2012 16:28:01 GMT -6
Larksing began washing her pelt, thinking of what herbs she needed. Some borage, juniper, marigold... Hopefully she wouldn't need the marigold for a long time. The idea of a fight amongst the clan brought a shiver to the medicine cat. She had never liked violence amongst the clans, though she had grown to accept that it was inevitable. A sigh escaped from her as she stood, and was about to leave when she was interrupted by the sound of paws padding towards her.
She pricked her ears and turned, just to see the face of the cat whom she had been seeing a lot more than the others. Swiftheart. Larksing smiled at the new queen, "Oh, hello Swiftheart! she greeted her with a purr, "Can I help you?" the queen was expecting kits, and so far everything had been going quite well. She had been very worried these last few moons about expecting kits, and it had filled all of Larksing's free time. Though most cats would find it annoying, Larksing loved it. She was glad Swiftheart had been coming to her, as it gave Larksing something to do, and she liked spending time with the kind she-cat. Larksing was positive she would be an excellent mother, no doubt Ashfeather was glad she was his mate and was carrying his kits. It would be a happy day in Windclan when they came. Since Larksing couldn't have kits of her own, she loved it when two cats had a happy relationship together. She loved romance.
Larksing waved her tail, and smiled at Swiftheart's request to accompany her in her little hunt for herbs, "Of course you can help!" she was glad that she wouldn't be going out on her own. It was always more fun to have another cat go with her, plus, they would be able to carry twice as many herbs. |
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Post by Shizuka on Sept 14, 2012 20:55:20 GMT -6
Swiftheart smiled and purred happily. "That's great! So, uh, what herbs will we be restocking today?" Swiftheart reached up with a hindleg and scratched at her neck behind her ear, where she had gotten bit by a mosquito, her thin soft fur not making a very good defense against the tiny pests. Unlike most dainty she-cats, Swiftheart had medium large paws, but she didn't let it, nor much else on that subject bother her. As a siamese mix with pale yellow eyes that she had gotten from her rogue father, she was nothing less than a mutation of genes. So far, in her pregnancy, she had only noticed minor, but far from subtle differences such as her appetite, her mood, and her energy, but from her experience seeing other queens like Greyheart go through the same thing, she knew well that she had yet to experience the full list of side effects that came with bearing kits.
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Ooc : Sorry it's so short D: I'm trying to kick my muse into gear again... |
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