Fly me to the moon [closed]

[Condorstar]

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[attr="class","percptitle"]condorstar

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The dark hued tom still didn't feel right. However; he had been to see Skywhisper and was loaded up on herbal remedies. He had a thick, mushy poultice across his lengthy wound and had taken some remedies to help ease his concussion. There was no cure for the heartache though; no cure to help heal the empty space his daughter had left, nor the anger that bubbled deep inside his lower stomach. Condorstar loathed Antlercloud. He didn't loath him for challenging him, nor attacking him, or anyone else. No, he loathed him as he murdered Skunkshade. [break][break]

Condorstar vowed that he would avenge his daughter. Antlercloud would pay in blood for the murder he committed. That, was a promise. Skunkshade's death hadn't been in vain though. Without her noble sacrifice, the traitors wouldn't have retreated...The realization of their defeat wouldn't have hit hard. Sure, they managed to get away - mostly, but, Condorstar would take his time to bring down pain and agony to Antlercloud, and when he did - it would be as sweet as a bee's honey. [break][break]

Ratwhisker was another one of the traitors he wanted to bring his wrath down upon. But, not because he murdered anyone - because he could have killed his newborn kit; Scorchkit. Who in their right mind attacks a newborn kit? Only a true creation of evil does such thing. [break][break]

For a sunrise or so following; Condorstar had blamed himself for all the pain caused to ShadowClan. Perhaps if he had been better, the traitors wouldn't have challenged him; they wouldn't have attacked. But, as his mind began to turn through all of the events, all of the discussions...He realized that he could have been a flawless leader, yet the same thing would have happened. There was no pleasing a cat like that. [break][break]

Condorstar limped slowly into the Nursery. He was still aching. It had only been a few sunrises since the rebellion. And while he had checked in briefly on his mate and kits, he had been too busy to really spend a real heartfelt moment with his small family. He was missing them, and they likely him - but he had been so busy going through the ranks, exiling the traitors, doubling patrols, and recovering from his wounds. Today was the best he felt since the attack. [break][break]

Condorstar popped his head inside, revealing a small crooked smile to his mate. "Good morning," he meowed. He entered and dropped a small, plump squirrel at her paws.

[attr="class","percp5 percpba"]Dawnpelt

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[Dawnpelt]

I want the markings made on my skin
To mean something to me again

❧

    Exhaustion was the only way that Dawnpelt could use to describe what she was feeling. Poor Scorchkit had a poultice laid thick on his scruff as he curled against his sister and the new smaller bundles snuggled against her. She'd barely slept since the attack, between her restless and possibly traumatized kits, the newborns, and her own anxiety.

    Speaking of the newborns, Azaleamask's death had been a shock. Such an experienced queen passing felt so rare. And of course, there was the issue of the kits' father. Ratwhisker. It was written all over Midnightkit and her near identical markings. Dawnpelt had insisted on taking them into her litter. Myrtlesky and Hibiscusbloom visited nearly daily, and as the trio grew, she would happily watch the sisters raise them as family could.

    For now, however, she still had milk. She felt a kinship to the young ones that she couldn't deny. Others would surely judge them for their heritage. The sound of an approaching cat nearly made her jump and her expression was alert as her eyes shot up to see her mate.

    Letting out a sigh of relief, she offered the tom a smile, "Good morning, love. How are you feeling? Has Skywhisper checked your wounds today?"

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[attr="class","percptitle"]condorstar

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Dawnpelt was a great mother. She had taken in Azaleamask’s litter without hesitation; drawing them into her warmth and providing them with milk. She groomed them, checked them, loved them – everything, as if they were extensions of their current litter. [break][break]

Hibiscusbloom and Myrtlesky were protective older siblings; visiting as often as they could in between the increased patrols. Condorstar would also eventually be in the Nursery every sunrise. From now on, for a moon or so, he would be there daily - visiting his kits, the other kits, his mate, and would often spend the night. He had put himself on reduced duties as he needed to rest. He knew his mate would be on his case if he didn’t. And they were Skywhisper’s orders after all. [break][break]

Condorstar chuckled half-heartedly. He felt very tired, but he was trying to get back to his usual self. “Sorry for startling you,” he said as he padded into the den. The tom sat down and leaned lovingly into his mate. They were both so tired; batted with exhaustion. He ran his tongue gently across the molly’s cheek “Tired,” He admitted, “But yes. I’ve just come from Skywhisper. Apparently, rest will help. And I can’t imagine anything more relaxing than being here with you and our family.” [break][break]

The leader’s gaze drifted towards his two kits. Scorchkit and Butterflykit. They were so beautiful, so perfect. He felt his heart swell as he watched them snuggle closer into Dawnpelt. Beside her, were also Azaleamask’s kits. He didn’t love them as his own. They would never be his kits, even if his mate nursed them. But he did not hate them. He did not hate them because of their cruel father. They were not him, after all. “How are you feeling?”

[attr="class","percp5 percpba"]Dawnpelt

created by bex

[Dawnpelt]

I want the markings made on my skin
To mean something to me again

❧

    It was a relief to hear that Skywhisper's advice had broken through her beloved's admittedly thick skull enough that Condorstar was following the advice. She also certainly wouldn't complain about the extra time with him.

    "You say that until the little ones start fussing again," She mewed playfully, "then you might want to run off to your den after all."

    Despite her playful words, she gazed down lovingly at her family. She knew that Condorstar did not love Azaleamask's kits as his own. She wasn't happy about it - but she understood. She hoped the presence of her other family members would make it easier. She would spend a great deal of time trying to come up with a way to explain it to them in a way that wouldn't hurt. She knew kits would not so easily understand.

    "I'm tired," She admitted with a chuckle, though the topic was hardly a light one, "I've been meaning to ask if Myrtlesky's litter were so fussy throughout the night, but I think I might just need to speak to Skywhisper. The littler ones I understand... but I'm concerned about Scorchkit."

    Her flame coated little son. She loved her kits equally of course, but after what had happened, she couldn't help but fret over him more than his sister. His physical wounds would heal, and thankfully he was so young, surely the mental ones would as well. She turned slightly and began gently grooming her mate's long luxurious fur to distract herself. 

    "He still panics whenever anyone tries to lift him, as well," She mewed softly, "Or maybe I panic - or maybe both."

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