“I’m just thinking.” She said softly. Splashing through the street that separated Windclan from Riverclan, Silverbrook led the way up to the camp. “You’ be sleeping in the medicine cats den from now on.” Tilting her head to the bramble enterance, she led her to the den.
"Yes, ma'am." Finchpaw was quiet for a few seconds, hesitating before asking. "Am I allowed to tell you about any visions or prophecies I had?"
Foxstar had been disturbed by what she saw. A cat would betray them, and kill a Warrior. But there was….. hope for them? A litter of kittens, one who would be delivered quite soon would help save them all. And the kittens would bring peace? How would that happen? She didn't know. She would discuss this with Silverbrook only.
"Yes, ma'am." Finchpaw was quiet for a few seconds, hesitating before asking. "Am I allowed to tell you about any visions or prophecies I had?"
“Yes, including if it’s urgent.” Looking out her den, she added, “I’ll have to talk to Foxstar soon.”
"Okay… Well, I saw Pikestar at first. She asked if I was ready to become a medicine cat apprentice, and I said yes. Then, she said I was ready to receive this vision. Our camp was covered in a great darkness. Many fish were taken from the river, and the camp was destroyed. And, one unnamed warrior was killed by the darkness. Pikestar told me that a great danger was coming soon, and we had to prepare and warn the clan. Then, I woke up in the cave. What do you think it means?"
“A storm…” she muttered, “When I had my vision, I say my mentor, Ripplesong, she said ‘when ash rains from the sky, the forest challenge be changed by blood.’ Our two visions both sound like some sort of storm is coming, a storm that will cause havoc and destruction.”
"Silvverbrook?" Oakstar asked.
"And the fish? Will the storm poison them somehow? Or are they going to be stolen?"
"And the fish? Will the storm poison them somehow? Or are they going to be stolen?"
“Honestly, I have no clue.”
"Silvverbrook?" Oakstar asked.
(I thought our leader was Foxstar?)
“Yes?” She said quickly as she glanced up at her.
"Silverbrook, I'm feeling a bit sick." Oakfur said. (She's going into labor)
(Oakfur is a second RP, remember?)
"Do you have anything to help?" she said. Suddenly she cried out in pain. She was giving birth, right there, right then.
"Oakfur? Are you alright? I think it's happening now, Oakfur. Are you ready?" Finchpaw said as she fetched a stick and some borage for afterwards.
"For the love of StarClan! What do you mean, happening?"
"Your kits! They're coming, now."
"How are you so calm?!" she hissed, clawing in Finchkit's general direction.
“Give her some room!” Silverbrook hissed, “this I sent a time for celebrating!”
"OwOwOw!!!!" she yowled, collapsing.
"I've seen it happen before. Here." Finchpaw dodged Oakfur's claws and pushed the stick towards her. "You'll want to bite down on that. That's about all I know… Silverbrook?" She turned towards her mentor for further instruction.
Oakfur bit down, and her claws ejected in the pain.
“Raspberry leaves.” She said quickly, “its will help with the pain.” Placing her paw on the queens belly, she felt around for the kits.
Finchpaw nodded and quickly entered the medicine den. "Raspberry leaves…. raspberry leaves… here!" She grabbed a bundle of them and went back outside, placing the leaves in front of Oakfur.
Nodding as she placed the herbs down, she waited for Oakfur to eat them, “Now, with all your might, push!”
"You can do it Oakfur!" Finchpaw stepped back to give her some space.
Oakfur groaned, the first kit came out. (There's gonna be three.) He was big, by any standards. He would be a good Warrior.
(I had an idea for the kit I might play. If the mate you haven't decided on is ginger, I think it's possible to have a calico. In which case, you would be able to have a small calico she-kit named Koikit or Maplekit :D)
(I had an idea for the kit I might play. If the mate you haven't decided on is ginger, I think it's possible to have a calico. In which case, you would be able to have a small calico she-kit named Koikit or Maplekit :D)
(It's gonaa be a male, a female, a male.)
"A strong one he is." Silverbrook purred as she nipped open the slimly white sake he was covered in.