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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 20, 2007 23:05:21 GMT -5
Prettypelt considered telling the truth, but quickly made up her mind to keep it to herself. She should see what would happen first before opening her fat mouth. I was just thinking that you should really meet the kits...again, I mean. They're probably in the apprentice's den right now.
She scanned the camp quickly, her eyes settling on a familiar small bengal pelt. A calling meow left her throat and she couldn't help but smile when the young blue eyes - the exact replica of her own - turned towards her brightly. The younger cat immediatly dropped what she was doing and ran to her mother, giving Prettypelt's shoulder a lick in greeting. What is it, mama?
Snowstorm, Whitepaw. Whitepaw, Snowstorm. Are Cloudpaw, Snowpaw, and Frostpaw in camp right now? She asked, giving Snowstorm a brief smile, before turning her attention back to the half bengal.
I...think so. I'm pretty sure I at least saw Snowpaw. I'll go make sure. Before another word could be said she was racing off to the den, poking her head in and calling out, Hey! Fattest lumps of WindClan, you in here? Frostpaw? Snow, Cloud?
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Post by snowstorm on Dec 21, 2007 15:45:57 GMT -5
Snowstorm laughed. "She seems like an active one like you were." Snowstorm gave a smile, and sat down. Her paws were sore.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 22, 2007 1:29:50 GMT -5
OOC: I need you to control the frost, cloud, and snow unless you know if any of their roleplayers are for sure active or find someone to roleplayer them permanently or just for this thread to make this work.
Her ears pricked up and she smiled proudly, her eyes sparkling as she thought fondly of her daughter. Yes, but we'll be lucky if she turns out like Kashclaw. He's been a great father to the kits as well. She meowed, making small talk while she nervously waited to see if her other kits were in camp.
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Post by snowstorm on Dec 22, 2007 9:35:14 GMT -5
ooc:ill do the kits.... your the only one for them so:P
ic: cloudkit, snowkit and frostkit padded over to where they were told prettypelt was waitingforthem. "whats the matter?" snowkit asked, looking from snowstorm to prettypelt. Frostkit and Cloudkit did the same, all of the young apprentices had confused looks on their faces.
Snowstorm looked at her 3 kits, unsure of what to think, or what to say.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 23, 2007 1:36:10 GMT -5
When the older apprentices surpassed Whitepaw she hurriedly went to catch up with them. She looked up at her mother brightly, but was met with a look that clearly said 'not you.' Her face dropped and she turned around, padding quickly but solemly back to her den.
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Prettypelt looked down at her kits, smiling nervously at each one before looking over at Snowstorm. She stood up on her paws, walking behind her kits. She walked down the line slowly, her tail sliding from each apprentice's shoulders to the next. Snowpaw, she stopped at the young cat then continued Cloudpaw she did the same and Frostpaw. She ended and returned to the spot she had been sitting before, but was standing now. With a deep breath she pushed on, closing her eyes for a moment. Kits. This, is Snowstorm. She's your mother. Your real mother.
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Post by snowstorm on Dec 23, 2007 13:19:31 GMT -5
The kits looked from Snowstorm to Prettypelt. They didn't understand what their mother ment. "What do you mean?" Snowpaw asked.. confused. "I thought you said our real mother left?" frostpaw asked.
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snowstorm looked at how much bigger her kits were since she left, there was an ache in her heart for just showing up in their lives.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 23, 2007 17:34:25 GMT -5
Well yes, I did. But isn't it obvious if I'm saying this now? She's come back! She looked to Snowstorm, slightly fustrated by the fact that she was saying nothing. She took a few steps back and sat behind the older she-cat, forcing her to have to say something.
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Post by snowstorm on Dec 24, 2007 22:05:42 GMT -5
"Hello, I am not entirly sure if you remember me or not, and I am sorry to just show up like this but I am Snowstorm... I am.. your real mother." snowstorm said nervously. She hadnt been this shy since she met Blizzardheart...a smile came to her face remembering the time he and the kits played hide and seek.
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Frostpaw looked at his real mother back to the mother who raised him. "Why did you leave?" he asked snowstorm.. Snowpaw took up the question, all three of the kits had soon took up asking.
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"I don't know why I left but I regret it now, seeing how strong, wonderful apprentices you are." snowstorm said purring.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 24, 2007 22:14:37 GMT -5
Prettypelt decided to jump in, but remained at her current seat. Her eyes were starting to water, but she refused to let them fall. This was a happy moment, she should be happy for the kits. Yes, but what matters is she's back now. I don't want any of you to even start to think about being angry at her. She's your mother, you should take advantage of it. Haven't you ever wanted to feel her touch again? C'mon, greet your mother.
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Post by snowstorm on Dec 25, 2007 6:51:57 GMT -5
The kits thought about what Prettypelt had said...Snowpaw looked up, tears were in her eyes as she jumped closer to snowstorm. "I remember.... playing hide and seek.. and we would hide behind you." she cried, burrying her face into snowstorm. Frostpaw and Cloudpaw also moved closer to snowstorm... "Were glad your back mom." Frostpaw purred.
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Snowstorm was beaming on the inside, her biggest fear would be that they didn't want anything to do with her. "Oh my darlings," she purred. She could tell she was crying, but she didn't care, she was happier than she had been in awhile.
ooc: heyy sorry, im in a REALLY good mood.. so im making it a good thread today:)
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 26, 2007 23:28:06 GMT -5
Prettypelt A sad smile spread across her bright golden face and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. Maybe she should give them some space, she was unsure what to do... She shifted her blue eyes down to her lighter golden paws, flexing her claws in and out. At last she made up her mind and stood, silently padding away from the reuinted mother and her children. She'd give them some time alone then come back and talk to the apprentices alone.
Whitepaw Her striped face was still peering out from the den, identical blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. She couldn't stand not knowing what they were talking about. All the apprentice knew was that every single cat out there looked solemn. When Snowpaw stood up and buried her face into Snowstorm's fur she felt a strike of panic run through her. She remembered her time in the nursery with her adopted siblings, how her mother had told her about them having another mother that might come back some day. Was this her? Was she taking her siblings away from her? A lump was beginning to rise in her throat and she tasted bile at the back of her tongue. Her young mind was in overdrive now, in the end it came to one conclusion: she had to stop this little family reunion. Snow, Frost, and Cloud were HER family.
She watched her mother start to appear more and more upset until she was to the point of looking entirely away and down at her paws. Now she was just plain angry. Her spotted pelt bristled and needle-point claws bit into the biosphere. Who did this she-cat think she was? Coming in here like this? She waited until her mother rose to her paws and walked away before she made her move. It was as well-thought out as she could manage in the short amount of time she was given, but in her mind it was enough. She padded toward the four cats, a fake smile plastered on her mug. Frostpaw! Hey, I thought maybe we could go out and bother that old gopher we found yesterday. He made a fool of us before, but I bet we could get him this time. We have to catch him unexpected, it's still early enough to do it.
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Post by snowstorm on Feb 19, 2008 20:38:51 GMT -5
Frostpaw turned and looked at Whitepaw. "Sorry Whitepaw, I wanna stay here with my mother." he said.
Snowstorm looked at this young kit and she thought she saw hate in her eyes. A twinge of guilt returned to her. She wasn't just affecting her own litter but the litter and family of Prettypelt.
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