Winds of Change (ALL OF ASPENCLAN COME!)

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Seafang

Glancing behind him the massive ginger tom knew Owlfight would be following, he could imagine the clans reaction, yet nothing they could say would not damper his pride. She was a she-cat any tom could be proud, and together their kits would rule the clans. He paused waiting for her catch up, not ashamed of his actions, when others would be. Lifting his muzzle he trotted into the camp, glancing around for Scarredstar, spotting the tom he trotted over, reminding himself to speak loudly enough so the clan would hear him and he would not need to tell his story more than once, he was not patient enough for that.

Muscles rippling beneath his light ginger pelt with darker ginger stripes the sea-blue eyed tom stopped before the leader with one eye, nodding his muzzle fairly respectfully.
Scarredstar, this is Owlflight, she wishes to join Aspenclan, she is expecting, I doubt you would turn away a queen in need," he said his eyes narrowing, as if daring the tom to ban her. Flicking his thick furred tail he waited, watching the leader yet keeping an ear pinned on his mate, should she need something. His mate would not be turned away while she was carrying his kits, "Scarredstar, the clan could use the kits, and they will be strong, with me as the sire and Owlflight's cunning mind as their mother," and now he would wait. Await his leader's reaction, his clans and his mates. He could only imagine what was going through their minds, yet why care. He had done what was his instinct, find the most powerful female to breed with and create powerful kits.

[vanya,]

[atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;font-family:helvetica;text-align:justify;width:350px;color:#4c4c4c;border:5px solid #1a1a1a;] ♦ scarredstar there are secrets we still have left to find The morning had been longer than usual, it seemed; the air was unnaturally cool for greenleaf, and the sun seemed to find difficulty forcing its long golden rays into the camp. Mornings like these were Scarredstar's favourites: it felt as though life was a little slower, a little easier. His quiet pondering was interrupted by the return of Seafang; the tom had vanished in the wee hours of the morning, when the sky was barely lightening. He'd been considering going to find him, but the tom could fend for himself, and he had too much to worry about right then. But now, his hackles rose: behind Seafang was a white she-cat, bearing an AshClan scent and slender but for her stomach, which was rounded in a most distinct fashion. Seafang made a beeline for him, and Scarredstar drew himself to his feet, eyes narrowed slightly. The she-cat hung back slightly, balking a bit at the violent outburst from the AspenClan cats; he sees Littlewhisker peering from the nursery, a snarl of uncharacteristic ferocity marring her sleek face. Concern filled him; it was only one cat, but he wasn't dumb to believe that AshClan wasn't crafty and that Seafang wasn't worthy of some level of suspicion. But the words that came from Seafang's mouth startled him. Join the Clan? Such a bold request! And the ambition in Seafang's eyes only grew stronger with his next words. Seafang worried Scarredstar deeply. The tom clearly had too much ambition to be healthy. But he glanced at the she-cat, Owlflight, who kept her eyes averted in a most shy fashion, and well...Seafang was right. Scarredstar could never turn away a pregnant queen, it was against his nature. But before he could answer, the she-cat spoke up. "Scarredstar," she murmured. Her voice was soft, laden with anxiety. She met his eyes, the two-toned irises full of hope. "I know this is an unconventional request, but I beg of you...I wish for my kits to be raised with both of their parents, and I could never ask him to leave the Clan he is loyal to." Her story was compelling. Scarredstar had the lingering feeling that the emotion in her gaze was strictly for show, but even with the indecision he felt, he could see sense in her words. And moreover, it was the kits' lives he held in his paws now, not just Owlflight and Seafang's. Ignoring the anxiety gnawing at his gut, he responded, "Of course. We're glad to take her." Littlewhisker growled from the nursery, and he cast her a silencing glance. "All of us." He moved to say something else, when he felt as though he was hit by something white-hot and searing. Aster's screeched warning from moons previous echoed in his head. Beware! The one on the wing of the night bird! WORDS 473   TAGS everyone   CREDIT table by greyson of ote NOTES and so the terror begins.

[{SPOTTED} the creepy {CREEPER}]

| Fernfeather | She-cat | 24 moons | Queen |

OOC: I decided to make Fern prego still here, so she can be all oooh new queen .

Back in the nursery Fernfeather slept, her lungs producing soft breaths, as her chest moved up and down. She was close to her birthing date, she could tell, as the little lives inside of her kicking around, and moving within her womb. She was excited to be a mother, she really was. She looked forward to raising her children with Whiteforest, in the great Aspen clan. She counted four so far, four little ones that she was the mother of.

A small bout of commotion, sent her mismatched orbs open, and her legs up, to hold her ground. She wondered what was going on. She could hear Littlewhisker, growl at the entrance of the nursery, there must have been some important news she was missing. Moving her pregnant body to the outside of the nursery, her lenses rested upon Scarredstar, and Seafang, before finally resting upon that of a new ivory female she had never met before.

Hearing her leader's words, accompanied by seafang's and the new female's, she had gotten it together in her mind that this was a new queen. Scarredstar was bringing her into the clan. A bit of worry draped her face, but soon it was gone. If Scarredstar said it was okay then, she was sure to be fine. Fernfeather believed every word er leader said, as she knew he knew best.

She carried her body over to that of the Ivory female's, and set her gaze upon her with a smile, before greeting her. "Hello, Owlflight is it, I am Fernfeather. I am also a queen, I could show you to the nursery of you like. Welcome to Aspenclan. I am sure we can be good friends." she offered the bleached female with a flick of her calico tail. She wanted to welcome this new edition to the clan, as most likely her kits would be growing up with this newcomers.

[Holly]

An orange tabby rose his head from the warriors den at the ruckus outside. He strentched his jaw into a yawn as he pushed out of the den. He padded up to Fernfeather and nuzzled her cheek and rested his tail on her belly. He let out a small purr.

Whiteforest then turnd to the other pregnant queen. He had his suspictions about her, but it seemed to make Fernfeather happy about there being another queen. He nodded a greeting to the queen. He waited for the desicsion to be made. In all honestly Whiteforest would be glad there another cat looking after Fernfeather, while he's out hunting and protroling.



Silversoul padded from her den up to Scarredstar and Owlflight. She smiled at the queen. "You look quite healthly. Do you feel okay?" The medicine cat padded up to the queen and gave her side a sniff. She smelled healthly. Silversoul looked at her leader. They couldn't turn her and her kits away. They would die withOUT SOMEONE OR where a to live.

Hollypaw rushed into the camp with a bunny in her jaws. She ran over to see what was going on. She looked up at the new queen. Hollypaw being rogue born is not a judgemental she-cat of other clancats living in different clan then the ones they were born. She smiled up at the she-cat.