Post by shadow on Sept 8, 2007 12:09:04 GMT -5
Tiltle: Pieces of my Heart
Pairings: Tawnypelt & Smokefoot
OCC: I couldn't get the form...
Chapter 1:
Tawnypelt's POV-
I smiled as his familiar face appeared out of the dense undergrowth. Quietly I wondered why we were so secretive with our relationship. There was nobetrayal involved in our love. We were both from the same clan, sort of. I was born in Thunderclan. But I left that clan as soon as I could. In ver really fit in there. When I came to Shadowclan, my father was the leader, at the next Gathering I watched him die. I had sat there helplessly as my father died. My father was the only cat who welcomed me with a warm heart, no matter what intentions he wanted for me. He had forced all the other cats to like me, and they listened to him out of fear. Now that he was gone not any cat would even look at me. I was an apprentice at the time. But soon a kind hearted cat, who seemed to perfect for Shadowclan welcomed me with a loving heart. Smokepaw was my best friend. I became a warrior before him, but that's only because the mentor my father had given me was very strong and wise. Soon after that I went on a journey that changed my life. We found out things that were going to save our beloved homes. Sadly I became friends with all the cats. we stayed in a mountain home. My best friend; a she- cat named Feathertail died there saving the one she loved most Crowpaw.On our journey home I reuntited with the one I loved most Smokepaw. He still hadn't become a warrior, no thanks to our careless leader. We had to leave the forest quickly, for twolegs were destroying our homes. Smokepaw was weak, I found out that Shadowclan along with all the other clans hadn't eaten because all the prey had ran away. A huge sinkhole almost swallowed my dear friend up. Miracously I managed to save him, finding another friend in his mother. She was so proud of me, and wanted us to be mates. When we reached the lake home, that was exactly what Smokefoot and I planned on doing. But his mother died, that depressed us both. I had to devote all my time to helping him. Finally one day I did, when I told him I was pregnant with his kits, that's what bring's us back to my secret meetings with my mate.
" Smokefoot!" I purred and pressed myself against him. Molding my tortiseshell pelt into his black one. We weren't two cats, but one. We were a team, and always were from the beginning. He knew it, and I knew it we were soulmates. I thanked Straclan every day for bringing me to him. I would have never found love like his in Thunderclan. "It seems like the kits are growing bigger and bigger every day!" I wrapped my tail around his and pressed my cold cheek to his face. " I love you." I whispered softly in his ear and licked his shoulder affectionatley.
Smokefoot's POV-
I beamed as my mate wrapped herself around me, " Tawnypelt!" I mewed in a velvet voice that I always aved for her, " Where were you all day my dear one?" I smiled and curled my body around her. She was all I needed and more, she was my other half, that made me whole. " Yeah, I bet they are, when do you think they are gonna be born Tawny?" I purred and took in her sweet scent.
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Tawnypelt's POV-
Tawnypelt's fur glowed as she sat in the nursery. At my belly nursed three healthy kits. I looked up with warm, affectionate eyes to see my mate looking down upon them. I smiled and looked over the kits, secretly enthralled that none of them looked anything like Tigerstar. Sadly my brother reminds me too much of that demonic tom, so I keep meetings with my brother rare. I looked back to my beloved mate, " Smokefoot, what do you think?" I loved the kits with all my heart. They were my life now, along with Smokefoot.
Smokefoot's POV-
I shot out of the warriors den as soon as I heard Tawnypelt had kitted during the night. I reached the nursery entrance and shut my eyes tightly. I knew no matter what the kits looked like they would be the best things in the world next to Tawnypelt. I already knew they were going to be beautiful, because their mother was Tawnypelt. On the outside I was excited and overjoyed that my children were alive and well, but inside I fretted for them. I stepped inside the nursery and the sweet scent of a mother's milk washed over me, drowning out my worries. I looked at Tawnypelt's elegant face, and looked down to the soft curve of her belly, laying ther, curled up in tight balls were three of the most erfect kits I had ever liad eyes on. " Oh Tawnypelt!" I gasped and bent down to lick each of them. " What will we name them ?" I said and looked at her. I craned my neck to press my cheek against hers. " I love you."
Tawnypelt's POV-
I smiled at Smokefoot's obvious joy, " I don't know..." I purred and loolked at each of them with loving eyes. There was one who was the exact image of Smokefoot's mother, but I knew he would like to choose her name. There was also a pure white one, with rims of silver around his legs, his tail, and around his eyes. " What about Lightkit for this little boy?" I caressed my son softly with my nose and turned to a pastel tortsieshell who was the exact image of me, excet lighter in color, " What do you think for these two angels?" I touched each of my daughters with my tail.
Smokefoot's POV-
I knew of the perfect name for the little black kit with a white diamond on her chest, " Evekit, after my mother Nightwing." I purred and felt a deep connection with Evekit instantly, I turned to the light tortiseshell, who had the same markings of Tawnypelt's coat, " What about Fantasykit?" I nuzzled her softly and turned to my only son, " Lightkit is a brilliant name." So the names for our kits were now decided. this had to be the best day in both our lives.
Pairings: Tawnypelt & Smokefoot
OCC: I couldn't get the form...
Chapter 1:
Tawnypelt's POV-
I smiled as his familiar face appeared out of the dense undergrowth. Quietly I wondered why we were so secretive with our relationship. There was nobetrayal involved in our love. We were both from the same clan, sort of. I was born in Thunderclan. But I left that clan as soon as I could. In ver really fit in there. When I came to Shadowclan, my father was the leader, at the next Gathering I watched him die. I had sat there helplessly as my father died. My father was the only cat who welcomed me with a warm heart, no matter what intentions he wanted for me. He had forced all the other cats to like me, and they listened to him out of fear. Now that he was gone not any cat would even look at me. I was an apprentice at the time. But soon a kind hearted cat, who seemed to perfect for Shadowclan welcomed me with a loving heart. Smokepaw was my best friend. I became a warrior before him, but that's only because the mentor my father had given me was very strong and wise. Soon after that I went on a journey that changed my life. We found out things that were going to save our beloved homes. Sadly I became friends with all the cats. we stayed in a mountain home. My best friend; a she- cat named Feathertail died there saving the one she loved most Crowpaw.On our journey home I reuntited with the one I loved most Smokepaw. He still hadn't become a warrior, no thanks to our careless leader. We had to leave the forest quickly, for twolegs were destroying our homes. Smokepaw was weak, I found out that Shadowclan along with all the other clans hadn't eaten because all the prey had ran away. A huge sinkhole almost swallowed my dear friend up. Miracously I managed to save him, finding another friend in his mother. She was so proud of me, and wanted us to be mates. When we reached the lake home, that was exactly what Smokefoot and I planned on doing. But his mother died, that depressed us both. I had to devote all my time to helping him. Finally one day I did, when I told him I was pregnant with his kits, that's what bring's us back to my secret meetings with my mate.
" Smokefoot!" I purred and pressed myself against him. Molding my tortiseshell pelt into his black one. We weren't two cats, but one. We were a team, and always were from the beginning. He knew it, and I knew it we were soulmates. I thanked Straclan every day for bringing me to him. I would have never found love like his in Thunderclan. "It seems like the kits are growing bigger and bigger every day!" I wrapped my tail around his and pressed my cold cheek to his face. " I love you." I whispered softly in his ear and licked his shoulder affectionatley.
Smokefoot's POV-
I beamed as my mate wrapped herself around me, " Tawnypelt!" I mewed in a velvet voice that I always aved for her, " Where were you all day my dear one?" I smiled and curled my body around her. She was all I needed and more, she was my other half, that made me whole. " Yeah, I bet they are, when do you think they are gonna be born Tawny?" I purred and took in her sweet scent.
*************
Tawnypelt's POV-
Tawnypelt's fur glowed as she sat in the nursery. At my belly nursed three healthy kits. I looked up with warm, affectionate eyes to see my mate looking down upon them. I smiled and looked over the kits, secretly enthralled that none of them looked anything like Tigerstar. Sadly my brother reminds me too much of that demonic tom, so I keep meetings with my brother rare. I looked back to my beloved mate, " Smokefoot, what do you think?" I loved the kits with all my heart. They were my life now, along with Smokefoot.
Smokefoot's POV-
I shot out of the warriors den as soon as I heard Tawnypelt had kitted during the night. I reached the nursery entrance and shut my eyes tightly. I knew no matter what the kits looked like they would be the best things in the world next to Tawnypelt. I already knew they were going to be beautiful, because their mother was Tawnypelt. On the outside I was excited and overjoyed that my children were alive and well, but inside I fretted for them. I stepped inside the nursery and the sweet scent of a mother's milk washed over me, drowning out my worries. I looked at Tawnypelt's elegant face, and looked down to the soft curve of her belly, laying ther, curled up in tight balls were three of the most erfect kits I had ever liad eyes on. " Oh Tawnypelt!" I gasped and bent down to lick each of them. " What will we name them ?" I said and looked at her. I craned my neck to press my cheek against hers. " I love you."
Tawnypelt's POV-
I smiled at Smokefoot's obvious joy, " I don't know..." I purred and loolked at each of them with loving eyes. There was one who was the exact image of Smokefoot's mother, but I knew he would like to choose her name. There was also a pure white one, with rims of silver around his legs, his tail, and around his eyes. " What about Lightkit for this little boy?" I caressed my son softly with my nose and turned to a pastel tortsieshell who was the exact image of me, excet lighter in color, " What do you think for these two angels?" I touched each of my daughters with my tail.
Smokefoot's POV-
I knew of the perfect name for the little black kit with a white diamond on her chest, " Evekit, after my mother Nightwing." I purred and felt a deep connection with Evekit instantly, I turned to the light tortiseshell, who had the same markings of Tawnypelt's coat, " What about Fantasykit?" I nuzzled her softly and turned to my only son, " Lightkit is a brilliant name." So the names for our kits were now decided. this had to be the best day in both our lives.
