Swiftly Carrying Bad News [closed for Thinny Thin-Thin]

Blacktwig searched for Mistywater in camp, bearing depressing news. He wondered if he should tell her the blithe news, too. He crept across the underbrush, and finally stood up when he saw the silver she-cat. "Mistywater..." he meowed. The tension rose in his chest like bile. "Mistywater, I have to tell you something." Blacktwig fought back the tears that pricked his optics, as he approached Mistywater. The molly's long, unkempt fur seemed to glow in the sunlight. He needed to keep his gait steady as he met her eyes.

Mistywater had heard the voice of her oldest son, Blacktwig. She looked at him, her eyes bright and a smile shown wide, glowing like the snow there once was "What?" she mewed "Is the news good?" she asked, she had recently been wanting to visit her mate, Swiftheart and she never got the chance to. Maybe later today would be a good time to.

Blacktwig shook his head, wishing he didn't have to do this. "No, Mistywater," he announced silently, his tail tucked between his legs. He hung his head, woe plaguing his expression. He didn't want to see his mother's expression falter.

Mistywater tilted her head "What is it then?" she mewed "Tell me!" she mewed eager to hear, she needed to know. Part of her wanted to tuck into a hole and stay there, the other half wanted to know or else something horrible might happen.

"Swift... Swiftheart is dead." Blacktwig said, breaking into a soft, ragged sob. He didn't look up, tears dropping soundly to the ground. He shrank back, not wanting to hear what Mistywater's reaction would be. His news was barely audible, anyways, but he didn't want to repeat it a second time.

Mistywater stared at Blacktwig in disbelief, she shook her head as her eyes closed and she began to sob. She fell down to her legs looking down and pulling her head under herself, wishing this wasn't true. She had been so happy with him, he was always suppose to be with her...he was gone now. Her whole life was now a pile of dust...she was horrified...depressed...It had hit her so hard. She was tired of not being able to face his wonderful nd happy-filled face for a few moons and there he was...gone...dead...lost. She could never find him again, she tucked herself close to Blacktwig. As a mother she needed to support him at the most...He was all she had left. All her other grand children and other children never visit her...Blacktwig was her life, and she needed him to survive now.

Blacktwig buried his muzzle into Mistywater's fur, remembering all of the things that Swiftheart did... for them to live. It was so strange to see him become so... sad. He was always brave, even in the toughest situations, but he couldn't bear losing his father. This was a weight he would shoulder for ever, trusting that Swiftheart was guiding his from his place in StarClan.

Mistywater dug herself tightly into Blacktwig's fur "You father was v-v-very brave an-and he loved you wi-with all his heart" she managed to say through the river of tears she had cried out.

"I... I wish I could-could've seen him more..." cried Blacktwig, praying up to Swiftheart's spirit via StarClan, as he held himself close to Mistywater. What if I lose her, too? he fretted inwardly, like a cowardly kit. Never, please, never... Blacktwig thought, holding the gypsum she-cat close to him. He felt warm and embraced by her fluffy fur.

Mistywater felt nice and stopped crying after a few moments, she listened to Blacktwig as he spoke. She nodded, Mistywater agreed with her son more than ever. She knew he was probably watching over Blacktwig and her right now...missing us as well.

Eventually Blacktwig calmed down too, stopping his wallowing like a little kit. A few gasping breaths he took in, trying to focus his mind on something more positive. Should I tell her? Blacktwig looked up, blinking away tears. It might lighten the mood, thought Blacktwig, then dismally added, but it might make her mad. Maybe... he mulled, stuck.

ooc;; should he tell Mistywater about his new litter with Emberfall?

OOC: Yee, she is going to love it.

Mistywater had noticed that Blacktwig had calmed down, she was thinking about his mate, wondering of what they had done and if they met recently. She thought that it was a good topic to bring up "How is Emberfall and you doing?" she asked, she was very curious of their last meet.

"Very good!" blurted Blacktwig, moon lightening quickly. He loved thinking about the WindClan she-cat, as it always made him smile. He then added silently, "Emberfall and I... well... she's pregnant with my kits." Blacktwig announced this quietly, blushing a tad.

Mistywater smiled "Blacktwig!" she mewed "You should of told me sooner!" she purred as she licked Blacktwig on his cheek "A grandmother once again" she mewed with a smile, her tail flicked "Thought of any names?" she asked.

"I don't know... maybe... Cherrykit? Snakekit, as a male?" wondered Blacktwig aloud, grateful that Mistywater didn't get mad at him. The tom was pretty close to one of the kits' actual names, and one he got spot on. He hummed, thinking of other names. Swiftkit... he imagined sorrowfully, then noted that he didn't know what gender they'd be.