by Hopeflower » Fri Oct 01, 2010 11:53 pm
Lightstorm could tell something wasn't right with Heatherpelt. She'd always been slender; until now he hadn't quite figured out why her stomach had been getting more and more swollen. But now he understood. She had become restless a little while ago, pacing the camp, tearing up the fresh moss they'd just brought in for the warriors' den. Now she was lying on one side in her nest, making the occasional soft, pained noise. He licked her cheek. "I'll be right back, my lovely," he promised her, though he wasn't sure she heard; her blue eyes were wide open and staring at the far wall of the den. The long-haired white tom poked his head out into the open and called, "I need Cloudhaze in here! Quickly!"
Winterpelt suppressed a shiver. "The other StarClan cats aren't going to like this," she mewed. "Though, now I think about it...it's probably because of their long-term worship of those crow-food eaters that we couldn't see them." She bowed her head. "If we'd seen them earlier, you might be better prepared..."
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
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