:__she returns, the duchess returns

[sable]

<sub>She returns

She let herself down on a soft moss nest with some difficulty.
Sable mumbled to herself at the kits squirming in her belly; she didn't want them here. They were not her fault.

The seductive ebony femme curled up as small as she could with this lump inside her. Her tail flicked and rested just on her nose.
Sable's ears flicked and she fell into a light slumber.

A cold night. Early spring breezes blow.
She emerges from the dark pine forest. He stands in the field, fur shining in the moonlight.

She smiles; he smirks and gives a little nod.
She runs toward him.

But the dream turns to a nightmare.

The other tom emerges from the forest, looking around, and his eyes rest on her. She feels his gaze on her and stops dead.

Sable? the second tom cries. No, he couldn't be here.
She turns, halfway between the first and the second tom.

Sable woke, eyes wide. No, the two couldn't have met. It was only a dream.
But this wasn't.
Her belly clenched and she squeaked in pain. Those damn kits were coming.

The duchess returns</sub>

<sub>There are going to be four kits; I'm taking two |3 'Cause I luff kits. The two who are left are males.

RESERVED FOR BRINDLE AND CINDER.

Wickedkit
mew.
[eyes are bloodred]
Quiet--doesn't follow Tormentkit; scheming; evil; wicked.
MINE.

Tormentkit
mew.
Loud; cruel; rude; evil.
CINDER'S.

Hexkit
mew.
Somewhat quiet; evil; follows Tormentkit; seems to put a hex on any who he doesn't like.
BRINDLE'S.

Direkit
mew.
[eyes are silver]
Somewhat loud; evil; follows Tormentkit; seems unlucky.
MINE.</sub>

[Wolfwings]

A flicker of light...
A shuffle of paws...

The mysterious tom alighted gently on the grass just inside the nursing den. He remained totally silent, watching the femme with great interest in his dancing blue eyes. She was sure to chase him out, no queen wanted company during birthing, but it mattered not to him. Pale and creamy in color, he swished his delicate, plumed tail in wide arcs.

Where had he come from...?
What were his intentions...?

The fable begins here...

[Bane]

The large tortie remained hidden, following the movements of the she-cat as she entered the clearing, burdened with kits no doubt. The tom had grown a lot, particularly since Bloodstar came. He'd learnt not to be such a fool, a wimp. Perhaps he still was a wimp, but atleast he didn't show it now.

As another tom stepped towards the nursing den, and noises of pain came from inside, Hawkclaw stepped forward, just behind the other tom, whom Hawkclaw recognised not.

"I suggest you move away from there. She'll have your head off if you so much as look at her kits."

His voice was filled with slight malice, yet it was calm and collected. As Deputy, the tom felt it a responsibility to make sure the she-cats kits came to this world healthy, and would join as part of DuskClan, to become poerful warriors.[/size]

[Bloodstar]

Bloodstar thought he'd pay a little visit to the nursing den.
And visit he did.
He stood close to the entrance, just inside, abnormally blood-red eyes roving about.
They landed first on the cream-colored tom. He did not know him, and had certainly not let him into camp. An intruder.
Oh how troublesome.
The maine coon narrowed his eyes for a moment, sheathing and unsheathing his claws in thought, though no malicious intent was shown...yet.
Yes. I'd be careful if I were you, tom. She's been known to have a, his eyes flicked over at the queen in a slightly amused way. Temper.
There was that grin again.

[sable]

<sub>He's right, Sable growled from the shadows and glared menacingly at Fable. A snarl was on her maw and her ears were pinned to her skull. She winced in pain.
This was too much; she was too young.
The deputy here, Hawkclaw, seemed to know the female mind--or at least, the Sable mind.

But this, this was just great. Get out! she snarled. They were really coming now. She didn't care if they came in for a quick glance once the kits were here and cleaned up, placenta and all gone, but right now she didn't care if Hawkclaw took her to Bloodstar for mouthing off.
Bloodstar 'knew' her, oh yes. He wouldn't punish her.
And there he was now. He seemed angry. Ah, this knew cream tom wasn't really a DuskClan member?
No...fighting in the nursery, she growled, a sneer on her pretty face. Aaaaaugh! she suddenly screeched. She'd allow Bloodstar to stay. Ah yes, he could stay...

You see, he was the kits' father.

--;;--

Soon she was licking the birthing stuff off of her kits. Four of them; three toms and a little she-cat. She would make her mother proud.
Direkit, you are, she whispered, smirking. Direkit was a little dark tabby. She was the last-born. Ah, and now the third-born. A small dark brown tabby; he didn't look quite like Direkit, however. Direkit was more gray. And you, you're Hexkit.

Sable turned to the second oldest. He was the largest. His fur was black, each hair tipped with a creamy white. Tormentkit, she mewed immediately. He seemed to be teasing his siblings, Hexkit the most. And then, the very oldest.

He was black, too, pure black. He was about the size of Direkit; larger than Hexkit, but smaller than big Tormentkit. What would she call this little one? He was further away from his brothers and the sweet little fae. Wickedkit, Sable purred, and glanced at Bloodstar.
Are you proud?</sub>

[Bloodstar]

Bloodstar gave a short, rough chuckle as he watched Sable clean the kits. She seemed quite less tempermental now then before.
But no doubt, her fire would be back.
Are you proud?
The tom gave a tiny smirk as she asked the question.
But of course. They will prove themselves as worthy DuskClan warriors one day.
Was that a hint of affection in his voice?
Aww, Bloodeh's soft-side.

He had never really given it much thought before now, but it kind of excited him to be a father.
Albeit a bit uncnoventional, but a father nonetheless.
He could tell they'd all be a handful, the way they had already begun to pick on eachother...but hey. A little excitement never hurt anyone.
...
Much.

[sable]

<sub>She licked her kits' heads fondly and smiled. Yes, they will, she purred.

He mewled as Sable rasped her tongue over his head roughly. Wickedkit was further away from the others--Tormentkit, Hexkit, Direkit.
But she moved on and he was free from the pulsing rasps.
Mother, he squealed, moving around blindly. He didn't, of course, hear his own voice. He was indeed deaf at this point.
He pushed against her belly and began to suckle.

And now it was Direkit's turn. She squeaked as her mother's tongue rasped over her head, then sighed as Sable moved on to Hexkit.
Direkit mewled, and followed Wickedkit--without knowing, of course--and began to suckle from her mother.</sub>

[Bane]

As the she-cat hissed at the toms, Hawkclaw could do nothing but obey. He gave a small growl to the intruder, demanding he step back just as Hawkclaw did at this moment. The deputy moved a fair few metres away from the den, where he sat, making sure that no others would attempt to enter. There was something odd about how Bloodstar had been allowed entry... they were his, perhaps? But nevermind that... the intruder.

"Your name, trespasser? Your business better be good."

Oh, how this Deputy had grown. His voice, still hinting at signs of sarcasm, had become huskier, more confident, and less child-like. His gaze was strong, as he locked it onto the tom, his hackles bristling slightly with the need to protect the Nursing Den, and to protect his clan from this unwanted customer. Or so it was, at this moment.[/size]

[Wolfwings]

The tom looked at Hawkclaw with curiosity in his bright blue eyes, but absolutely no fear. His cream and brown fur seemed to glow with an ethereal quality. Then without warning, he vanished.

A fleeting glance...
A whispered word...
That's all you'll ever get...if you rewrite the Fable...

[Bloodstar]

Bloodstar had been listening to what was going on just outside the nursery through it's entirety, and was not suprised by the tom's vanishing act.
It did, however, puzzle him how he had gotten away without running, for if he had, surely Hawkclaw would have caught him before he even reached the camp Entrance.
He's gaze was no longer focused on the kits or Sable, or anything for that matter; instead, it appeared as if he was looking out into nothing, his eyes slightly glazed in thought.
Suddenly, his voice rang out from the Nursing Den, loud enough for his Deputy to hear,
Hawkclaw, his gaze still in that faroff place, Make sure that that tom is never to set another paw on DuskClan land, if you please?

[Bane]

Hawkclaw grunted, his expression that of confusion.... that tom... he had just been here, where was he now? Bloodstar's words needn't have been said, as Hawkclaw had no intention of letting this go unquestioned. The large tortie stood, preceding to sniff intently around where the tom had just been. The scent seemed strong around where he had sat, as was expected, yet surrounding that there seemed to be little to no scent. surely it should be stronger?

The deputy followed what little trail he could find at high speed, heading out into DuskClan territory. Halfway in, however, the scent had completely gone. Here, Hawkclaw stopped, now using his keen eyes to search the area.

"You here, tom? Come out, if you value your life!"

Not knowing if he was shouting at thin air or not, Hawkclaw doubted there would be an answer. No matter, the deputy would wait for a while, before heading back. Should this weird tom return, he could just kill him then, no?[/size]

[Bristleclaw]

This thread is old, please don't post in it. Furthermore, you haven't posted an introductory thread...you need to in 'Boundaries', Bloodstar needs to accept you.