Post by Nightmare on Aug 22, 2014 9:30:58 GMT -8
Blackstripe was dead.
No, not actually dead. He's still breathing, has all his limbs and a beating heart. He's fine. For how much longer, nobody could say.
For a start, he was sure he'd suffocate on kit fur in a minute. Three kits was surprisingly difficult to hold without coughing and dropping your most recent bath of offspring.
Secondly, Stripepaw would go mad. The little she-cat had a temper to match her father's (if not as good at controlling it) and the strength and will-power to fight a fox and win. If she got even a hint of what Blackstripe had done, she would hit the roof. Sky. Whatever.
He had a mate. Sure, he and Sandtail hadn't been particularly close as of late - they were more like fairly close friends who had just had a fight and were trying to avoid each other - but they were still mates! He had cheated on his mate!
And, of course, he had his leader. His leader. How was he supposed to sort this out? If any of his Clanmates saw him in one of his kits, he was busted. He shared many genes with Stripepaw, so what if he did the same with Bark-kit, Brook-kit or Lavenderkit? What would happen then? A thought Blackstripe didn't want to think about.
So, back to the original point:
For a start, he was sure he'd suffocate on kit fur in a minute. Three kits was surprisingly difficult to hold without coughing and dropping your most recent bath of offspring.
Secondly, Stripepaw would go mad. The little she-cat had a temper to match her father's (if not as good at controlling it) and the strength and will-power to fight a fox and win. If she got even a hint of what Blackstripe had done, she would hit the roof. Sky. Whatever.
He had a mate. Sure, he and Sandtail hadn't been particularly close as of late - they were more like fairly close friends who had just had a fight and were trying to avoid each other - but they were still mates! He had cheated on his mate!
And, of course, he had his leader. His leader. How was he supposed to sort this out? If any of his Clanmates saw him in one of his kits, he was busted. He shared many genes with Stripepaw, so what if he did the same with Bark-kit, Brook-kit or Lavenderkit? What would happen then? A thought Blackstripe didn't want to think about.
So, back to the original point:
Blackstripe was dead.
The forged idea of a lie to cover the birth of his kits felt like betrayal, and it also fake. No cat would believe it. Not Stripepaw. Not his leader. Not his Clanmates and certainly not his mate. The legal one, that is.
The lie was simple. He'd found a she-cat, dead from kitting, with three newborns by her side. He buried the mother, and brought the kits back to the Clan. Two kits and a tom. He had already named them, taking in the surrounding and deciding shortly after he'd filled the whole were the dead cat lay. It was typical. A lie used a million times. Oldest trick in the book. But, old tricks work best.
The camp was in sight and Blackstripe lay the kits down, looking at his second litter with a small glimmer in his eye.
"Okay, you three," he whispered, nudging them with his tail. "Stay quiet, okay? Don't say a word about your mother. It'll get us all in trouble. Okay?"What was he doing?! He was talking to a litter of newborn kits, who were too young to hear, see or speak, and he was telling them to 'not say anything about him and their mother'. Right, Like that'll work.
Grabbing the kits by their scruffs and trying not to gag on the thick fur of the smallest kit, he padded off towards the camp, pushing his way carefully through the entrance and feeling the burning stares of his Clanmates on his fur. An annoyed sigh made him look up and saw a flash of striped fur as his daughter stromed towards him.
"What are you doing?!" she demanded, glaring at her father and eyeing the kits in his mouth. "Where have you got kits from?!" Before his voice could answer, another of his Clanmates spoke up.
"Somebody get the leader," Cloudgaze, the snowy-white she-cat who was the mother of one of Stripepaw's 'friends', said from somewhere nearby, dark orange eyes watching the kits carefully.
Blackstripe ignored his daughter and the older warrior, turning his head towards the leader's den, waiting for them to exit. Placing the three bundles of brown, fawn and white fur gently on the ground, he looked up at his Clanmates and smiled gently.
"I can explain."
The lie was simple. He'd found a she-cat, dead from kitting, with three newborns by her side. He buried the mother, and brought the kits back to the Clan. Two kits and a tom. He had already named them, taking in the surrounding and deciding shortly after he'd filled the whole were the dead cat lay. It was typical. A lie used a million times. Oldest trick in the book. But, old tricks work best.
The camp was in sight and Blackstripe lay the kits down, looking at his second litter with a small glimmer in his eye.
"Okay, you three," he whispered, nudging them with his tail. "Stay quiet, okay? Don't say a word about your mother. It'll get us all in trouble. Okay?"What was he doing?! He was talking to a litter of newborn kits, who were too young to hear, see or speak, and he was telling them to 'not say anything about him and their mother'. Right, Like that'll work.
Grabbing the kits by their scruffs and trying not to gag on the thick fur of the smallest kit, he padded off towards the camp, pushing his way carefully through the entrance and feeling the burning stares of his Clanmates on his fur. An annoyed sigh made him look up and saw a flash of striped fur as his daughter stromed towards him.
"What are you doing?!" she demanded, glaring at her father and eyeing the kits in his mouth. "Where have you got kits from?!" Before his voice could answer, another of his Clanmates spoke up.
"Somebody get the leader," Cloudgaze, the snowy-white she-cat who was the mother of one of Stripepaw's 'friends', said from somewhere nearby, dark orange eyes watching the kits carefully.
Blackstripe ignored his daughter and the older warrior, turning his head towards the leader's den, waiting for them to exit. Placing the three bundles of brown, fawn and white fur gently on the ground, he looked up at his Clanmates and smiled gently.
"I can explain."
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