Post by xvinn on Nov 7, 2024 4:13:32 GMT
bluepaw (she/her) | shoreclan
Bluestorm often felt uneasy with day to day life. Everything from her past few moons felt like a blur. She had run away to be with Nutriafang, but now here she was back in ShoreClan. When she then returned, it was only to see that her own former mentor was the new medicine cat. She was in constant pain and begged Maggotcheer to help her out with it, but it felt as though nothing was happening. It would be a big litter, she was told.
She wasn't sure she felt entirely accepted back into ShoreClan. After all, she had run away because she felt hurt by the fact that her siblings gained their warrior names and it was determined she simply was not good enough. But now not only was she back with her siblings, she even managed to get her warrior name.
Of course, she wouldn't have blamed Minkstar if she forced the she-cat to keep her old name as punishment for running away like that. But Bluestorm seemed rather fitting at the same time. She was nothing but a storm, causing destruction and chaos wherever she went. It was part of the fact that StarClan didn't want her to be alive, that she was no more than a curse to anyone who was near her. After all, despite the fact that Nutriafang had decided to come back to ShoreClan to help raise her kits, it was undecided as to how they were going to move forward. They most certainly weren't mates anymore.
It was probably better for Nutriafang anyways not to be associated with Bluestorm.
But shortly after Minkstar had granted the pregnant cat with her new name, she was met by her sister, Fennecfox, told that she would also be having kits. Bluestorm didn't ask about the father - she didn't know that Fennecfox had her eye on anyone, and more than anything else, Bluestorm didn't want to really divulge the whole situation that ended her up in this position.
Even worse, Bluestorm was avoiding her father at all costs. She figured that Pineclaw saw her as a great disappointment. She had turned her back on ShoreClan and dragged her paws back through the mud, carrying some bastard children that would be his grandchildren. That being said, it wasn't as though he ever saw her as his daughter in the first place - she would be so lucky if Pineclaw even acknowledged the existence of her kits.
But upon hearing that Fennecfox would also be moving into the nursery, Bluestorm figured she had to at least make amends somewhere, right? While Desertrose was more than excited to have her back and have her move in, she still felt that she had hurt everyone by running away. So Bluestorm found herself pulling some moss out, carrying as much as she could in order to soften up the nests of the nursery. Carrying enough for one nest was already a strange sort of ordeal, but figuring out how she would carry enough moss for three was a nightmare sent direct from the Dark Forest, as far as she was aware. Her maw was filled not just with moss but with leaves and some gravel that had gotten caught along the way. The taste made her want to throw it up, and she worried that by the time she got back to camp, it would be unusable.
Bluestorm ducked her head into the cave that made the camp, heading towards the nursery in particular. She tried to keep out a nose for Fennecfox, but got nothing more than the smell of moss overflowing her senses. She did her best to suppress the cough from nearly inhaling the moss itself.
She tried to call out for her adoptive sister at first, but the noise came out jumbled. As Bluestorm began to let the moss fall to the ground, there was a small little clunking noise on the floor underneath. Cocking her head, she pushed her paw through the moss, only to find a small acorn hiding underneath. She immediately began to chuckle, using her paw to try and scoop the acorn out and let it dance along the ground like a little toy. Bluestorm could imagine being a much younger kit, cradled into Desertrose and promised that she would be safe and that everything would be okay as Fennecfox and Burrowingowl played back and forth with an acorn that a warrior had used as replacement for a piece of fresh-kill they had originally been playing with.
Bluestorm chuckled once more. "Fennecfox, I brought some moss... and a toy," she purred with happiness, walking over and batting the acorn around the slightest bit with her paw. Suddenly her original plan to hopefully attempt to make some amends, if such things needed to be done, were gone away with in the moment that her eyes lit up like she was a kitten again.
She wasn't sure she felt entirely accepted back into ShoreClan. After all, she had run away because she felt hurt by the fact that her siblings gained their warrior names and it was determined she simply was not good enough. But now not only was she back with her siblings, she even managed to get her warrior name.
Of course, she wouldn't have blamed Minkstar if she forced the she-cat to keep her old name as punishment for running away like that. But Bluestorm seemed rather fitting at the same time. She was nothing but a storm, causing destruction and chaos wherever she went. It was part of the fact that StarClan didn't want her to be alive, that she was no more than a curse to anyone who was near her. After all, despite the fact that Nutriafang had decided to come back to ShoreClan to help raise her kits, it was undecided as to how they were going to move forward. They most certainly weren't mates anymore.
It was probably better for Nutriafang anyways not to be associated with Bluestorm.
But shortly after Minkstar had granted the pregnant cat with her new name, she was met by her sister, Fennecfox, told that she would also be having kits. Bluestorm didn't ask about the father - she didn't know that Fennecfox had her eye on anyone, and more than anything else, Bluestorm didn't want to really divulge the whole situation that ended her up in this position.
Even worse, Bluestorm was avoiding her father at all costs. She figured that Pineclaw saw her as a great disappointment. She had turned her back on ShoreClan and dragged her paws back through the mud, carrying some bastard children that would be his grandchildren. That being said, it wasn't as though he ever saw her as his daughter in the first place - she would be so lucky if Pineclaw even acknowledged the existence of her kits.
But upon hearing that Fennecfox would also be moving into the nursery, Bluestorm figured she had to at least make amends somewhere, right? While Desertrose was more than excited to have her back and have her move in, she still felt that she had hurt everyone by running away. So Bluestorm found herself pulling some moss out, carrying as much as she could in order to soften up the nests of the nursery. Carrying enough for one nest was already a strange sort of ordeal, but figuring out how she would carry enough moss for three was a nightmare sent direct from the Dark Forest, as far as she was aware. Her maw was filled not just with moss but with leaves and some gravel that had gotten caught along the way. The taste made her want to throw it up, and she worried that by the time she got back to camp, it would be unusable.
Bluestorm ducked her head into the cave that made the camp, heading towards the nursery in particular. She tried to keep out a nose for Fennecfox, but got nothing more than the smell of moss overflowing her senses. She did her best to suppress the cough from nearly inhaling the moss itself.
She tried to call out for her adoptive sister at first, but the noise came out jumbled. As Bluestorm began to let the moss fall to the ground, there was a small little clunking noise on the floor underneath. Cocking her head, she pushed her paw through the moss, only to find a small acorn hiding underneath. She immediately began to chuckle, using her paw to try and scoop the acorn out and let it dance along the ground like a little toy. Bluestorm could imagine being a much younger kit, cradled into Desertrose and promised that she would be safe and that everything would be okay as Fennecfox and Burrowingowl played back and forth with an acorn that a warrior had used as replacement for a piece of fresh-kill they had originally been playing with.
Bluestorm chuckled once more. "Fennecfox, I brought some moss... and a toy," she purred with happiness, walking over and batting the acorn around the slightest bit with her paw. Suddenly her original plan to hopefully attempt to make some amends, if such things needed to be done, were gone away with in the moment that her eyes lit up like she was a kitten again.
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