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Post by Sweetleaf on Jul 3, 2011 14:52:35 GMT -5
Nightflower sat in the clearing, gazing around the camp. She padded over to the warriors den and called to Spiderwing "Spiderwing! Will you please go out on the dawn patrol?" . She spotted Dovefeather sleeping in her nest and decided to wait until later to send her on a hunting patrol.
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Post by Storm on Jul 3, 2011 15:34:48 GMT -5
Goldenheart yawned as warm sunlight shone from the entrance to the Nursery, blinking her beautiful amber colored eyes. She stiffly rose to her paws, frowning as she recieved an impatient nudge in her stomach. "Don't worry, my young ones, the world will welcome you soon enough." she soothed, her eyes warm. Emerging from the Nursery, she purred softly as her golden pelt glistened under the warm sunlight of Dawn. Goldenheart padded over to the Warriors den and poked her head inside, searching for a familiar white pelt.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Jul 3, 2011 16:00:16 GMT -5
Whitepelt opened his eyes, he sat up and saw his mate, Goldenheart, siting at the entrance. He padded over to her and purred "I see your waiting for me. Sorry I woke up so late."
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Post by Storm on Jul 3, 2011 16:21:30 GMT -5
Goldenheart nuzzled Whitepelt's cheek. "Don't worry, I woke up only moments ago." she grinned, amusement in her eyes. Casting a worried glance from her sowllen belly and then towards Whitepelt, she sighed. "Whitepelt..our kits will be due any day now, what if something went w-wrong?" she murmured, not being able to bear the thought of one of her kits dying.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Jul 3, 2011 16:39:42 GMT -5
((who's the med. cat?))
"Don't worry, our kits will be fine. The medicine cat is great, and I'll be right beside you." he murmured back, brushing his pelt against hers. He would do anything in his power to make sure their kits were okay.
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Post by Storm on Jul 3, 2011 17:32:44 GMT -5
(There isn't one. =_=)
Goldenheart felt slightly relieved as Whitepelt comforted her. She knew that TreeClan's medicine cat is very experienced and skilled, but there was always a chance for something to go wrong. Lifting her chin up, she gazed at the ceiling of the Warriors den, hoping StarClan would hear her prayer. That if anything were to happen, let herself be the one to take the fate, not Whitepelt's and her kits.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Jul 3, 2011 18:52:07 GMT -5
Whitepelt looked into his mates amber eyes, he knew how worried she was. Even if it was a small chance the kitting would go wrong, all they could do was worry. But they had to be strong, the fate of their kits lay in Starclan's paws and they couldn't be so cruel as to take away their kits . "Come on," he meowed softly to Goldenheart "Lets go have some freshkill." she suggested, trying to take, not only hers but his, mind off of the negative thoughts.
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Post by Storm on Jul 3, 2011 18:58:22 GMT -5
"Good idea." Goldenheart murmured softly as she let Whitepelt lead her out of the Warriors den. Padding beside her mate, she sat down heavily by the fresh-kill once they'd reached it. Waiting for Whitepelt, she picked out a large salmon. Pushing it towards him, she glanced at Whitepelt with a thoughtful expression. "Is salmon okay?" she questioned.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Jul 3, 2011 19:43:59 GMT -5
"Sure," he meowed and took a bite of the fish, then passed it to Goldenheart to take a bite. The fish tasted juicy, it must have been caught not too long ago.
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Post by Storm on Jul 3, 2011 19:55:00 GMT -5
Goldenheart smiled and sank her teeth into the soft meat, taking another bite before setting it back onto the ground. She was often hungry since she needed to eat extra meals so she could provide food for her unborn kits. Twitching her tail in anxiety, Goldenheart glanced at Whitepelt. "So what do you think of Wolfstar? She looked a bit larger the last time I saw her.." she mewed, trying to change the subject.
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