Their last meetup had been oh-so long ago, and Redbird was getting a bit impatient. How were the kits? How was she? Did she do fine during the kitting? No matter how long he was away from her, Redbird still desired to see her. He hadn't told anyone yet, though. Owlstar would have known if she hadn't passed so suddenly... And his brother and best friend had their own beautiful kits to take care of. He tried to give them as much love as he wished he could have provided his own children with.
The little distractions were the only think keeping him sane and from turning gray while time ticked by. Each moon, each ceromony, he kept track of the moons. One, two, three, his worries were more focused on the new leader. Four five.. and now six, the kits would be apprentices now, right? So, hopefully Leafeyes would think the same thing, and meet at the border with them.
The tom paced back and forth a few days before, however there was no result and he had to quickly leave when a patrol approached. However, today was a nice night, and it seemed like both clans had already sent patrols out, so it would mean that no other cats should be out.
Patiently, oh so patiently, Redbird continued to wait, hoping to see his family and love.
Leafeyes had, in the end, been itching to meet her mate once more. The times they had spent together seemed like they had flashed by like a rabbit across the fields, and it seemed like ages ago since they had been young and in love and she had announced her pregnancy to him. She ached to see his flaming red coat or hear his voice, feel his fur brush hers or touch muzzles. The second she was able, she got out of the nursery, happily congratulating her kits on their apprentice names. What she was focused on was seeing Redbird once again. It had been tough to work around training and such for the apprentices, but eventually she managed to sneak away with her growing young children to show them to meet their father. It had also been tough to find someone to watch Tanglekit, especially without anyone knowing what she was doing, but in the end she had found a kitsitter.
Softpaw was nervous her strict mentor would discover her shrouded outing, but after her mother's reassurances, she went with her to wherever they were going. It had been a long walk, but within a while she noticed the faint trace of... was that IvyClan? IvyClan was bad, from her memory. Everyone had always told her that enemy clans were bad, but was her father from IvyClan? And to think Leafeyes had always hated IvyClan, yet her lover was from there. The mere thought piqued her curiosity, but she had to push it away as she noticed a tom standing there, and she smiled weakly. She peaked around Leafeyes, only her head poking out from around her, as she had been hiding behind her mother, and the tom immediately seemed ecstatic to see them.
"Oh, Redbird!" Leafeyes mewed happily, rushing over to him and burying her face in his fur, licking him all over. "I've missed you for the past six moons... I'm so sorry, I always thought of you and wanted to meet you again badly." She gazed up at him with softer eyes than before, holding true love behind them, not the masked-over manipulation she had had before. Now, it was all real, she truly loved him, her perfect lover, handsome and kind. "I love you," she whispered to him.
Fix your posture. Stand up straighter, crouch lower. Great StarClan, next she'll want me to balance a rock on my head. Rosepaw had only trained a little, but already Spidergaze was proving to be much less laid back than any of his siblings, or even his mother. He wished that kind ghost or imaginary friend or whoever she had been could train him instead, but then, he hadn't seen her since he became an apprentice at all. Relief had washed over him when Leafeyes had asked him when he was free to come out, assuming he'd be learning some things from her, but to his surprise his siblings were all there, too, waiting with their mother by the camp entrance.
He wasn't sure why Leafeyes seemed so anxious on the walk over, trailing behind his family to keep watch behind them with slow, plodding steps. Must be some kind of special thing, he guessed vaguely, but hitched his steps when he scented IvyClan- fresh, too. Before he could let out a warning meow, however, the ginger-furred enemy came into view and his mother went up to greet him...?"Mom, who is he?" Rosepaw crept around Softpaw, twisting his ears halfway around warily. His light yellow eyes were round, nervous and guarded as he looked at the stranger whose scent was oddly familiar, like a forgotten memory. "I'm not leaving MothClan," he blurted out defensively, glancing between them with uncertainty as wondered why they'd be meeting some guy on the border.
Bloompaw was not a cat who thought deep thoughts. He was a cat who was happy with his lot in life, with his brothers and his family, with playing games and finally, finally getting the sweet freedom that was being an apprentice under his belt. He dreamed no farther than being a perfectly happy and proud Mothclan warrior. He would fight off the dirty Ivyclan and Mistclan and those new Rootclan that he had heard grumblings about but who were still too new for him to have run into yet. Oh yes, life would be sweet.
But unfortunately life could also complicate things - and if there was anything his mother Leafeyes was good at, it was not making things remotely easy for anyone.
"You know, Sweetbriar said she's gonna try and take me for my first real hunt tomorrow." He bragged to his siblings in an easy way as they moved through the underbrush beside their mother - despite the fact that it seemed they were trying to keep hushed about this little excursion. There was a scratch above his right eye that had been seen to by Daisypetals earlier, but hadn't even bothered him in the slightest despite the fact that it had been rather deep. "She said she would have taken me today, except I dove off that rock pile. Silly - I mean, you'd think she was worried or angry something..." He trailed off as he sniffed the air, a weird scent catching his nose as not normal.
And that was when Ivyclan attacked. Or...one Ivyclan cat, to be particular. Bloompaw's fur bristled as he stood his ground. "Hey! Get back, you...you flea-eater!" He hadn't quite gotten a good hold on strong apprentice insults, but he did his best as he stood up to try and protect his brothers and sisters. "Get away from our momma!"
Honeypaw was just as concerned as his siblings as why they were going out, maybe on a family walk to congratulate them on becoming apprentices? He never saw his mother as the one who'd do that, but the tom was thankful nonetheless. Neatly groomed warm tabby fur, besides the little messy patch on his chest, and a few scratches from accidently getting hurt during training, the feline was a presentable young cat. He was also quiet too, unusual for Mothclanners who enjoyed taunting other clans and their own members.
The smell of Ivyclan grew nearer, and his suspicions that seemed to pass over his brothers and sister, was confirmed when a heavily scarred tom was waiting at the border line.
Redbird's eye widened as he saw his mate approaching, not noticing the kits as he was more focused on her. The ginger softly pressed his face into her pelt, breathing in her scent as if he would forget it if not. "Oh, Leafeyes... I love you too. I'm sorry it was so long." Redbird murmured, before pulling away to look at the three behind her, glaring him down. Three toms... And a shecat with a mottled pelt like her mother's. It seemed like none had his color, but certainly his looks.
"I'm not taking you to Ivyclan... It's not safe there for you." He stated with a chuckle. He had a strange appearance, with fur shredded almost everywhere, and a single wide, golden eye. It was scarred so close, if any closer he'd be as blind as the other eye was.
The second tom was ready to attack him, and already had that Mothclan spunk. It would be a good home for the kits, even with rivalries, Mothclan was stable and could train them to become brilliant warriors. "And you, you certainly have a lot of spunk." He said to Bloompaw, giving a curious blink.
"And, I'm your father, I'm not here to take you away. Unfortunately, I just... Couldn't see you as kits. But I'd like to know your names."
Rosepaw's nose wrinkled as he considered the idea of a father- he didn't really have one until just now, did he, and it did seem like everyone else had one. Stepping forward and holding his head high- though, he still found the many scars on Redbird's pelt alarming in contrast to his gentle gaze- "I'm Rosepaw" He puffed up proudly, but glanced at the grass as he realized he wasn't sure what else to say, and noticed a trace of red on his paws. Lifting his right paw in confusion, he grumbled in frustration as he yanked a prickly goat's head thorn from his paw pad, spitting it out into the ferns and licking his paw clean. Unlike most of his clanmates- though very much like his two brothers- he didn't feel a thing of it, other than a little embarrassed. "Um, I don't notice prickly things very good," he mumbled, ducking his head slightly. Other cats his age, or even a lot of the older cats, thought it was really weird or bad or dangerous, but it just meant he could fight better, didn't it? He tried not to think about the other day, when he almost fainted of hunger because he couldn't feel the pangs in his stomach that Palesun had asked him about with a dismissive sneer.
Bloompaw would have done anything to protect his mother and his siblings, of course - they were his life. And here was this insidious scarred thing that smelled like Ivyclan. But it seemed like this cat was, well...not prone to attacking; and his mom was actually coming close to it! Touching them.
He wasn't exactly the sharpest of cats, but he sat back, bristling, anyways. Here he wanted them to introduce themselves, but Bloompaw wasn't going to buy it - not yet.
"You're not our dad...you can't be!" He narrowed his eyes, almost in a mockery of Redbird's lopsided grin. "Our dad's cool and stuff!You're - " Well, besides smelling weird, he looked like he'd been on the wrong end of a fight with a badger AND a fox. And possibly chewed up by a couple of dogs and then spit out and left to crawl back to his Ivy cronies.
But the fact of the matter was...he had never met his father. Hadn't really thought about what it meant that he hadn't. Or that other cats had. I mean, they had taken care of Tanglekit - and HE didn't have a mom OR a dad. So he supposed it was just something some cats had, and others didn't.
Carried Home is a Warriors roleplay forum. We feature four clans - all four of which have futures that heavily depend on what your characters do - as well as a 50 word count minimum on RP posts, and a functioning currency and shop.
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