saplings [solo]

Cedarheart stood, she walked towards edge of camp. She had decided she would go on a solo hunting trip, to make up for her mediocre efforts recently. As she walked, the rising sun cast a warm glow on her back. She had been meeting out to see Smallbean a lot recently, and she had developed feelings. Last night, she had admitted that too him, and he took the news decently well. She wasn’t sure where anything could go from here, but she was sure that she was in love.

Reaching a clearing, she stopped, stretching out her body once more. A rustle in the trees as she spotted a bird. Looking a bit further, she saw it was a kite, a large bird. It soared up and overhead, and she watched. It was a beautiful sight. Returning her eyes to the ground, she spotted a rabbit. Stalking it quietly, she leapt out at it and pounced!

She caught the rabbit, and lifted up in her jaw. Just then, a strange sensation filled her. She felt a nudge in her stomach. In shock, she dropped her rabbit. What had just happened? Shaking it off, she realized it was probably her imagination, a sleep deprived hallucination. But glancing down one more time, she felt it again, and saw the imprint of a paw against her skin.

She gasped. Was she? She couldn’t be, could she? How had this happened. A tidal wave of emotions washed over her. The first was fear. She didn’t know how to raise kits! What would she tell Smallbean? And what about the rest of her clan? They could find out! Would she be exiled by Nettlestar? And what if she was, her kits with her. And the Righetous Few! They had been defeated, but what if they came back? What if her kits or Smallbean suffered the same fate as Dacedream had because of her?

Then, there was sadness. The kits would never know any father. She had to keep them in her own clan, and she doubted Smallbean would join. He already had his daughter, and family back in Windclan.

But amongst the emotions of heartache and sorrow, there was also love. A growing affection for this little paw, this little cat she had never met. She didn’t know how many there were, but they were her children. She felt a swelling love for them, and at that moment knew that she would die to save these kits.

Grabbing her rabbit, she walked back to camp. It had been an extremely meager hunting trip, but she would just eat a much smaller portion today. She had to figure out what to do about her situation.

(dice roll)

The member 'Deer' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 1