Post by Blackie on Nov 1, 2008 20:54:06 GMT -5
Blackpelt breathed in her youngest son's scent, her heart beating eagerly inside her. It threatened to zoom away, leaving her frail body in Sunpelt's still-strong love. Her kit still loved her . . . her kit was safe beside her.
Weakly, Blackpelt shuddered. Her legs buckled beneath her and she went abruptly to the ground, crying softly with pain. Through it, a rusty purr shook every one of her bones. She reached up, trying to touch Sunpelt's nose with her own. She listened to his strong voice, hearing her grown children's names. They were warriors!
"Sunkit, my Sunkit, I love you. I'm so proud of you and your littermates. Look how strong you are! Brownstar must be very glad to have a warrior like you in her Clan. You are a warrior, aren't you? You told me your siblings names, what about yours? And Shardkit? Is her name changed?" Blackpelt's half-blind eyes became cloudy with sorrow. Had her littlest daughter taken a warrior name? Then, her cracked voice tender, the old queen gently nudged her son. "Tell me all about you and your brothers and sisters. I want to know how my little ones are."
It filled the gray tabby's heart with flooding joy to hear his sister so happy and competent again. He only wanted to let Blackpelt enjoy her kit's company, but she would have an easier time doing that if she were safe, warm, and fed.
"Soon, sister." Pippin promised, moving closer to her and brushing her eartip with his muzzle. "Very soon, you can talk with Sunkit. Now, however, I think he can do us a favor first." He looked up at his nephew, blinking gratefully. A rare rush of pride wooshed up in the old loner, not for himself but for this mix-blooded Clan cat. Pippin was proud of him because of Sunpelt's loyalty and love to his mother, even after so along a time away from her. "Your mother is very weak." he explained, the moment of pride turning to serious determination. "You were just what she needed to lift her spirits, but right now she needs a place to rest and a good meal. She . . . she would like to go back to ThunderClan if Brownstar will take her back. She wants to see her kits and home again."
[/size]Weakly, Blackpelt shuddered. Her legs buckled beneath her and she went abruptly to the ground, crying softly with pain. Through it, a rusty purr shook every one of her bones. She reached up, trying to touch Sunpelt's nose with her own. She listened to his strong voice, hearing her grown children's names. They were warriors!
"Sunkit, my Sunkit, I love you. I'm so proud of you and your littermates. Look how strong you are! Brownstar must be very glad to have a warrior like you in her Clan. You are a warrior, aren't you? You told me your siblings names, what about yours? And Shardkit? Is her name changed?" Blackpelt's half-blind eyes became cloudy with sorrow. Had her littlest daughter taken a warrior name? Then, her cracked voice tender, the old queen gently nudged her son. "Tell me all about you and your brothers and sisters. I want to know how my little ones are."
It filled the gray tabby's heart with flooding joy to hear his sister so happy and competent again. He only wanted to let Blackpelt enjoy her kit's company, but she would have an easier time doing that if she were safe, warm, and fed.
"Soon, sister." Pippin promised, moving closer to her and brushing her eartip with his muzzle. "Very soon, you can talk with Sunkit. Now, however, I think he can do us a favor first." He looked up at his nephew, blinking gratefully. A rare rush of pride wooshed up in the old loner, not for himself but for this mix-blooded Clan cat. Pippin was proud of him because of Sunpelt's loyalty and love to his mother, even after so along a time away from her. "Your mother is very weak." he explained, the moment of pride turning to serious determination. "You were just what she needed to lift her spirits, but right now she needs a place to rest and a good meal. She . . . she would like to go back to ThunderClan if Brownstar will take her back. She wants to see her kits and home again."
