Post by Yoko on Jul 24, 2010 20:03:33 GMT -6
Snaketail was stone still for a long time, hardly registering the new loner's presence. He stirred briefly as Flowersky spoke to him. Numly, he began to realize that he would be caring for two kits by himself. The room seemed to sway.
Drake wanted to rush to his kin's side. He had liked the spunky, sharp-tongued, bitter, old cat. And now she died in something as simple as kit-birthing? Maybe she wasn't as tough as he had always made her out to be. Feeling awkward, as he so rarely did, he hung back with his equally shocked siblings.
Lizardeye strode coolly onto the scene, as though he had belonged there all along. He was silent and totally ignored the presence of all the others, though he noted their number and which ones would put up the most fight if they had to fight their way out.
Beside him, Twistedclaw was glaring threateningly at each cat. He had a sick grin on him, and Lizardeye knew it would not take much to set the smallest tabby off.
Snaketail was sitting beside a rather still she-cat, Helen. They had met only once. Even Lizardeye felt a tinge of pity, for Snaketail, not Helen. The tall tabby was sitting there, looking utterly lost with a dead mate and two she-kits. He had gotten himself into this mess, and now Lizardeye was stuck with the clean-up.
Still, he was almost gentle when he sat beside the taller brother and mewed, "I told you it would never work."
And for once, Snaketail said nothing. Lizardeye bent over the kits. Two healthy she-kits. The Clan would appreciate them, he hoped.
"They won't last long, Snaketail. We need to take them now."
"NOW YOU WAIT-!" WInnie broke into protest, but quickly jumped back at Twistedclaw's snarl. She felt her two brothers surround her, bristling.
Drake wanted to rush to his kin's side. He had liked the spunky, sharp-tongued, bitter, old cat. And now she died in something as simple as kit-birthing? Maybe she wasn't as tough as he had always made her out to be. Feeling awkward, as he so rarely did, he hung back with his equally shocked siblings.
Lizardeye strode coolly onto the scene, as though he had belonged there all along. He was silent and totally ignored the presence of all the others, though he noted their number and which ones would put up the most fight if they had to fight their way out.
Beside him, Twistedclaw was glaring threateningly at each cat. He had a sick grin on him, and Lizardeye knew it would not take much to set the smallest tabby off.
Snaketail was sitting beside a rather still she-cat, Helen. They had met only once. Even Lizardeye felt a tinge of pity, for Snaketail, not Helen. The tall tabby was sitting there, looking utterly lost with a dead mate and two she-kits. He had gotten himself into this mess, and now Lizardeye was stuck with the clean-up.
Still, he was almost gentle when he sat beside the taller brother and mewed, "I told you it would never work."
And for once, Snaketail said nothing. Lizardeye bent over the kits. Two healthy she-kits. The Clan would appreciate them, he hoped.
"They won't last long, Snaketail. We need to take them now."
"NOW YOU WAIT-!" WInnie broke into protest, but quickly jumped back at Twistedclaw's snarl. She felt her two brothers surround her, bristling.