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Post by &Nony on Jan 2, 2008 16:45:09 GMT -5
| V I R T U E |XX
The day was so cold, snow piling heavily, the ocean still crashed and splattered water, though the waterfall that fed it was completely frozen. A white, plump figure darted carefully to a den, made moons before her own time. Her golden eyes darted about, making sure she was not being follow. Motherly instincts took over, her kits were coming, and there was no stopping them.
She would probably only allow Sin in the den, letting him bless them. Nitrogen, on the other hand, would have to wait. He was yet, not ready for the chilling experiance to watch such a ceremony.
Her paws crunched the twigs and leaves that were scattered about the den. Her pink nose flared, pain rushing through her body, blood coating her hindlegs. Virtue let out a yowl of pain, limbs twitching as she carefully made her way to her little nest. There, the birthing comensed.
An hour or so later, after a painful birth, she had given birth to three healthy kits. One white, one black, and the youngest, gray. She panted, resting her head, already had she lead them to her belly, to nurse them with the milk she provided for them.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 2, 2008 17:22:49 GMT -5
s i n . x y
The scent of newly born kit’s filled his nostrils. His black paws hit the ground soft, although his was running at full speed. The scent became stronger and stronger as he neared his den. Virtue had given birth to the kits! He padded slowly into the warren, his green eyes widened. The black tom dropped his catch down at the entrance of the den, and walked over to his mate.
He looked down at his mate, affection shining in his eyes. He leaned his body, closer to his mate, and licked he cheek gently. “The kits, they’re here.” He meowed, pride echoing in his deep voice. His green eyes looked down at each kit, one white, one black, and the other gray. He let out a small purred, then looked to Virtue. The tom wrapped his long feathery tail around his tufted paws and smiled.
This kits he would be able to see grow up into the adults, a privilege he didn’t have with their first litter. The first litter had to be given to each Clan. They would save the Clan’s from a horrible fate. He thought about his four other kits, who were all warriors now for a moment, then shook his head, and looked back to his mate and newly born kits. “They look wonderful, my love.” He said softly, smiling down at the white she-cat. |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 2, 2008 17:37:13 GMT -5
| V I R T U E |XX
She was so tired, the birthing had taken so much strength out of her body. Virtue waited patiently for her mate to arrive, to see the gift that she painfully given him. They were all toms, and they would recieve the names of the last three sins.
The scent of freshblood entered her nose, but it was merely a kill. That meant Sin had arrived.
She felt utter warmth as a rough tongue attacked one of her cheeks.
“The kits, they’re here.”
She nodded happily, yet weary. Her kits would be strong, all seven of them. The four had probably not found out about their true parents yet, but she was certain that they would soon find out. The darkness was growing ever so closer, yet she had no idea what it was, HeavenPlace was keeping it from her.
“They look wonderful, my love.”
"The black one reminds me of you, love, a perfect image of his father," a soft smile curled on her white maw, chuckling softly as the kittens kicked and climbed over one another, trying to find their perfect spot.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 2, 2008 18:04:05 GMT -5
S I N . X Y
The black tom looked the tiny black tom and nodded. “Yes, he is a spitting image of me. I can’t wait until they open their eyes.” He meowed to his a mate, watching the three young kittens move around, tried to making themselves comfortable.
Sin looked up to his mate, and then his ear flicked, and unwrapped his tail from around his paws, and turned his around. He picked up the scrawny brown figure, and turned back to his mate and set the mouse down at her paws. The black coated tom stepped back, and swung his tail back around his paws. “For you, my queen.” He mewed softly, his green eyes shining with love. She needed all the food she could get, and he felt, as the sire of her litters, it was his duty.
Hunger clawed at his stomach, but while prey was scarce, he would refuse to eat until Virtue was full. He waited for his mate to eat the mouse he had caught a few moments ago. |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 3, 2008 14:24:07 GMT -5
| V I R T U E |
She dipped her head, grooming the three young tom-kits. They squealed in protest, but she kept on with her task.
“Yes, he is a spitting image of me. I can’t wait until they open their eyes.”
Virtue nodded her head in agreement. It wouldn't take long for that to happen. A couple of weeks, and they would be old enough to explore the den. She began to clean her paws, she probably wouldn't move for a couple of days, seeing as her kits needed all the milk she could provide them.
“For you, my queen.”
She looked at the scrawny mouse that was given to her. Virtue carefully brought it close, and began to eat her share. Once she was done she slid the rest back to Sin. "Greed, Gluttony, and Wrath, are those good enough names?" she purred softly, grinning. Those were the last of the sins. Virtue had no idea if the HeavenPlace had anything in store for her, or this litter.
She rested her head on her paws, watching her three sons carefully.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 3, 2008 15:09:39 GMT -5
sin.xy
The black tom watched as the white queen ate her share of the bony mouse, and then pass it to him. His grassy green eyes looked down at the mouse and knelt down and at the little meat that was left. When he was finished, he brought his head back up and licked his chops.
The dark colored tom nodded as his mates voice echoed in his ears. Greed, Gluttony, and Wrath. The last of the sins. he thought, looking at each of his kits. The black tom nodded his head in approval. “Yes, those names are excellent names for them.” Sin said a purr rumbling in his throat.
His green gaze looked to his mate; devotion shining his warm gaze, a smile on his maw. Pride filled his chest. His kits were finally born. “Who will be who, my dear?” The tom asked, the names of the kits bouncing around in his head. He wanted to know who was who before they could see. |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 4, 2008 13:50:59 GMT -5
| V I R T U E |xx
She watched her kits carefully, then she would figure who fit the names. Virtue watched the white kit first, the eldest. He was quite the greedy little one, though not like the black kit, who had never stopped suckling once. The gray one was kicking the black kit, for simply stealing his chosen spot.
“Yes, those names are excellent names for them.”
She nodded her head, sighing softly. Her ears flicked up heading the gray kit's soft cries. Gently she moved the black kit away, alowing him access to his chosen spot.
“Who will be who, my dear?”
"The white one shall be Greed, for his actions show that he wants more than his own brothers. The black shall be Gluttony, for simply he hasn't stopped suckling until now. The last, the gray one, shall be Wrath, for retaliating at Gluttony for stealing his spot," she placed her nose over each one, a soft eerie glow coming from the tip of her muzzle. She knew that HeavenPlace had accepted the kits, for she knew they were merely reincarnates of the three gods.
Virtue purred, nuzzling the three little bodys, and curling her body more, trapping the warmth. They would make it through the winter, she just had that feeling.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 4, 2008 14:16:20 GMT -5
S I N . x y
Sin watched as the white kitten suckle. Undeniably his was a greedy one. His warm gaze then moved to the black and gray toms. The tom chuckled as the gray kitten kicked the black one. His head turn to his mate and nodded. “The names suit each one of them well, Virtue.” Sin meowed, leaned his neck and licking his mates head.
The jet-black tom lied his warm body down in front of the white queen. A sudden gust of wind blew into the burrow, causing sand and snow to hit his dark pelt. His pelt twitched, grains of sand falling from his pelt, and rested his head on his paws, his warm gaze fixed on his mate.
A smile formed on his maw. He could barely contain himself, the thought of being able to see his kits grow up make his shake with excitement. He knew HeavenPlace had something in store for this litter, he could feel it in his stomach.
The black tom opened his maw and said softly “Have seen Nitrogen recently?” |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 4, 2008 14:50:25 GMT -5
| V I R T U E |xx
She couldn't help but laugh at her sons, they were a funny bunch. They would have to get use to changes though, with their eyes going to open and their ears too. Virtue nuzzled them all again, feeling a small tug at her heart.
“The names suit each one of them well, Virtue.”
She purred, liking the attention. Virtue became somewhat alarmed at the gust of wind. She leaned forward, giving his forehead a lick in return. A soft smile curling on her white muzzle.
“Have seen Nitrogen recently?”
Nitro? "Now that I think about it, no I haven't, I thought I saw him yesterday going out to hunt or something..." she stated softly, looking around. The brown tom had always really kept to himself, besides doing his daily routine with prayers and hunting.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 4, 2008 16:35:21 GMT -5
S I N . x y
The black tom nodded his head and got to his paws. “Figures.” Sin mumbled; bring his paw to his face and licking it. The feline then looked to his kits and smiled. “I’m going to go out hunting before it gets too late. I will bring back more that just a scrawny mouse.” The black tom told his mate, licking her head gently, and then turning is body around and exiting the den. “I will be back before sunset.”
And with that, he headed out, into the sandy forest.
The dark colored tom inhaled the cold air. It stung the back of his throat. His tail swished with annoyance; there was only a faint prey scent here, what ever had been here had left. The black tom head farther into the forest.
A scent danced around him the tom’s nose. Mouse. Quickly, he dropped into a hurting crouch and slyly padded forward. His round paws touch the ground soft, care not to scare his catch. In a few moment, the dark tom leapt, claws unsheathed. He threw the mouse into the air, and then batted it down. Its body went limp and it was dead. He picked up the mouse by the tail and padded back to where he put the raven he had caught early. With the raven and mouse dangling from his jaws, he headed back to Virtue. |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 4, 2008 17:13:46 GMT -5
| V I R T U E |xx
Virtue flicked her ears back, golden eyes flickering about. She wondered where Nitrogen really was. Was he back? No...he wouldn't leave them would he? She told him even though he earned his name, he had to be accepted by the gods, and not to visit ThunderClan until he was, though the idea might've been never to return.
“Figures.”
“I’m going to go out hunting before it gets too late. I will bring back more that just a scrawny mouse.”
“I will be back before sunset.”
She purred in delight, nodding her head. "Be careful love!" she yelled after him. Once he was gone, she looked down at her kits. "Patience, Libertality, Abstinence, those are your heavenly virtues my sons. Whatever HeavenPlace has in store for you, you must help your siblings save Thunder and Shadow, for they shall fall," she whispered softly.
Virtue lifted her head, waiting patiently for Sin to return. The kits are too young to understand everything yet, but she knew that they would. A smile found its way yet again on her maw. They would be true saviors. She felt that her time with helping the clans would come to an end, she wouldn't leave this place, not yet at least.
There are more plans for her, she just knew it.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 4, 2008 20:06:00 GMT -5
S I N . x y
The dark colored tom looked at the sun. It was setting by now, and fast. Quickly he headed back to the Sun-Drown Place, where his mate would be expecting him.
Sin could feel the grass change to sand beneath his paws, and he knew he was near the den. Salty water scent hung in the air and he could soon hear the waves hit against the sandy shore.
The black tom padded into the den, a mouse and raven dangling from his jaws. He set the two bits of prey down at the white queen’s paws and smiled. Leaning forward, he opened his mouth slightly, and licked her gently on the forehead. “I’ve brought back raven,” with his long tail he pointed to the black-feather bird, “and a mouse.” He said proudly, smiling down at the queen. “You pick which one you’d like first.” Oddly enough, he wasn’t hunger. Whatever one she didn’t eat she could have, even though it might a bit cold, the next morning. |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 4, 2008 20:18:29 GMT -5
| V I R T U E |xx
Her ears flickered up, alert to the sounds outside. She gripped at the hay and fern beneath with her claws, her muscles tensing. Could she spot him for where she was?
No, she was blocked from viewing the outside, a bad advantage. Foxes, bad badgers, rogues, they could all easily come here and attack if they were downwind and easily finish her off in the condition she was in. Sighting black fur she immediately relaxed, Sin was back.
She looked eagerly to what he had brought back. Virtue nuzzled his chin, affection showing in her eyes.
“I’ve brought back raven,”
“and a mouse.”
“You pick which one you’d like first.”
She raised a paw, it dwindled over each prey before she carefully took the raven, though it may seem selfish to take the bigger piece she needed it. Dragging it carefully back to her she began to rip the feathers off and eat the meat beneath.
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