forum I didn't see any Warriors RP [Open]

Started April 11, 2018 by @Lavy-the-Nerdy-Sci-Fi-Birdy

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"Finchsong, we did not die because you where not there," Marshtail put in quickly, "We died peacefully, without pain or worry, we died together in our sleep."

"That's good." Finchsong smiled. "Oh! Right! I'm supposed to be here for information. Are you two the messengers?"

"Yes.." Creeksong said, going all mystical. "When the sky turned red and-" Marshtail then pushed her over.

"Uhhmhmm," Taking a deep breath he blurted, "Jaysong destroyed the medicine cat den, Ashpaw was kidnaped and broke his leg but he's back now with two rogues and there is a super bad traitor in Thunderclan names Lynxfur and you need to get back there and stop him! I don't know why Starclan made you travel all this way to hear that!"

(Lmaooo)
"What?! Er, I-I mean… is that it? Please let that be all…"

"Oh and you….. Have… babaaassss." He said in a really kitlike way.

Finchsong froze, her tail fluffing out. "I'm… I'm pregnant?! Oh, no… this is bad, very very bad… what'll I tell Oakleaf? What'll I tell the clan?!" She started pacing anxiously.

"You found some random kits on the journey home?" He said simply, laying down and stretching out.

"No, that's-… well, that might work, actually…" Finchsong thought for a moment. "I mean, I'll have delivered them before we get back, so it's believable enough… some rogue died, or abandoned her newborn kits, or something, and we're just bringing them back! Perhaps Goldenstream can take care of them alongside her own kits?"

"Hiiiduntknow." He muttered: Translation- I don't know.

"Lovely. Well, I should probably go now… it was nice seeing you!" And with that, Finchsong left, waking up next to Oakleaf.

Oakleaf was still asleep.
(Done, whabam!)

(Lol)
Finchsong sat up, anxiously waiting for Oakleaf to wake up. She knew no outside stimuli would wake him, so waiting it out was the only option.

It took literally no time at all of Oakleaf to wake up. He shifted around and found his bearings, "Uhhh, hi." He said, staring at Finchsong.

Finchsong hesitated for a moment. "H-Hi. We should get out of this cave; I need to talk to you about something." She stood up and turned around, walking out of the cave.

"Ok." He murmured, getting up and following her out.

"So… er, slight problem." Finchsong looked away nervously. "Apparently I-I'm pregnant… with your kits…"

Everything just dropped, his tail, jaw, and whatever else. "W-What?"

(Oak: Well shi-oot. Frick. Not good.
Finch: Yeah, u think?)
"Yeah… b-but Marshtail had a good idea! Since, um, I'll be having the kits before we get back, we can say we found them! Like, some… rogue she cat dead next to them, or abandoned them, or something. So you were right! I am getting fat!"

"But then the clan will think of them as rogues and not clan born! And, and which clan would they grow up in??"

"I… I-I can take them. My sister will be having kits soon as well, and she can raise them. After all, with half clan kits, it's traditional for the mother to keep the kits anyways…"

"Ohh yeah." He sighed, glancing down. "Ok, well we just live here for a while until they come?"

"We could do that, or we can start making our way back home and have them on the way. The journey's long enough, and it would be less suspicious."

"But what if your hurt on the way?" Oakleaf asked, rubbing up on her, "What if something bad happens?"

"I'll be okay, Oakleaf." Finchsong closed her eyes, touching noses with Oakleaf. "We're both medicine cats, we can handle it together." She smiled softly.

"Ok," He sighed, shaking a bit.

(Get on the Wedding RP and read everything that it happening! IT IS CRAZYY!)

(Lmao)
"Let's go, then." Finchsong stood up and hopped carefully down the rocks, making for the woods.

He walked besides her, watching her every step carefully. Letting out a sigh, he knew being over protective would get her angry at him.

(Gtg, I need to move!!)

(O)
"So, assuming I'm a few weeks pregnant, it'll be a bit more than a moon before I give birth. Provided that the kits are on time, of course."