The Ballad Of The MoonClan Roleplay

Chapter 20

Dawnstreak laid down in her nest, waiting for her mate. Snailpelt had promised (in a whisper) to visit her and the kits, and she was awaiting his appearance.

Snailpelt turned to Leafspot. "Do you think we caught enough prey?" he whispered softly, glancing at the mouse and squirrel that he had taken down.
< I'll be there soon. >

Leafspot was staring at him with wide eyes. She swiped her tongue around her muzzle before rightening herself and letting a soft cough. "Whatever. Just be sure to meet me at the border tonight." She winked.

[HEY! I thought we were mates :( ]

< We are! I never agreed to meet her. >

Snailpelt shook his head softly and picked up his prey, chin tucked low as he started back to camp.

/ Excuse me for trying to get this dumb roleplay to have a little action! \

< Oh, be quiet! >

/ :'( \

Leafspot burst into tears. "Why must you be so cruel!" she cried. "I thought we were lovers."

Ears burning with embarrassment, Snailpelt walked faster.

Leafspot sprinted after him, forgetting about her prey. "Please! Give me one more chance! I promise to faithful to you, Snailpelt."

"Leave me alone," he muttered, voice muffled by the prey in his mouth. 

Leafspot collapsed, her heart broken from rejection. Tears stained the soil around her.
/ Why you gotta be so rude 😭\

Snailpelt padded into the nursery after dropping his prey on the freshkill pile.
< Because you are annoying. >

Dawnstreak glanced up at him. "You finally visited!" the she-cat purred, nudging her sleeping kits. "Kits, say hello to your father!"

Blackkit didn't move.

Whitekit didn't move.

Graykit didn't move.

Snailpelt's eyes widened. He opened his muzzle to speak, but grief overcame him before he could meow.
< Uh, are they dead? >

Dawnstreak burst into tears. "My precious children!" she wailed. "They're dead."

From her nest, Amethystglimmer let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, that's not new news. . . kits never last past three moons here in MoonClan. Mainly because they're murdered or Moonmoon just sucks at her job."

Offended, the metallic sparkling silver medicine cat poked her head into the nursery. "I heard my name!" she meowed in a sing-song voice.
{ Hurtful! }

Amethystglimmer snorted. "We were talking about how you suck at your job. . . Dawnstreak was upset because her first litter of kits died."

Dawnstreak sniffled softly, pressing her muzzle again Snailpelt's. "Well at least I'm not a—"

( KEEP IT PG, PEOPLE! )

< Be quiet, Darkshadow! >
Snailpelt grabbed Blackkit by his scruff, taking the deceased kit away from his grieving mate.

Helping out, Ross grabbed the remaining kits and followed the tom out of the den, her throat choked with sadness for her denmate.

Amethystglimmer rolled her eyes again. "Moonmoon, get out of here. Darkshadow, get back to your hunting patrol."

Dawnripple sat up in the corner of the nursery. "Sorry!" she chirped brightly. "I fell asleep in the corner. . ."

"Why are you in here?" Moonmoon asked, refusing to leave. The star embedded in her forehead seemed to glow in the darkness.

"GET OUT!" Amethystglimmer shouted. "I'm trying to sleep here."

⌁

Old Tom padded into the MoonClan camp with a grin on his old face. "Who's ready to hear some stories?" the tom called, excited to unfold his newest fables.

Gingerpaw's ears perked from her seating in the corner of camp. "I am!" the she-cat meowed, only a white blur as she bolted out of the den.

Mousepaw followed her denmate, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light. She quietly padded toward Old Tom.

~ Can I Roleplay With You Guys? ~

Old Tom chuckled softly, padding into the vacant elder's den and sitting down in an empty nest.
‖ Yeah. Did you submit a form? ‖

~ Yes, But Loststar's Profile Says He Is On Vacation And Will Not Be Back For A While. Is It Fine If I Just Roleplay With You Know? ~

Darkshadow, wanting to hear a story, padded into the elder's den, along with the rest of the apprentices.
( Yeah, it's fine by me, and I'm basically Loststar's replacement when he's gone. )

Moonmoon was collecting catmint.
{ No one ever appointed you! }

( Be quiet! )

Splashfeather Padded Into The MoonClan Camp With A Vole In His Mouth. "Can I Listen To Some Stories, Old Tom?" He Asked.

Old Tom chuckled softly. "Of course," he mewed. "Sit down everyone. . . "

Darkshadow settled into the grooves of the nest.

Gingerpaw's tail flicked back and forth, her green eyes calm. "Are we going to start?" she asked.

Splashfeather Nodded In Agreement.

"Once upon a time," Old Tom began. "There was a fox and a brave cat. . . "