Time to Fess Up [Ravenfeather]

[Twilight]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=D07717] Kitten:; Flameshade Involved:; Ravenfeather Words:; 315 Notes:; Time to have a sister-to-sister talk, Ravenfeather... Music:; Hakuna Matata from TLK (English and German) Flameshade's calico form lay on her side in the nursery. She had been getting to be quite the bulge. On Crowstorm's orders, she had taken to the Nursery, like a sensible mother. She had been laying down, half awake, when Ravenfeather came into the nursery, her kits curling up with her after being recently born. They had been born out of camp, and Flameshade had left when her sister had fallen asleep. She had gone to Crowstorm to let him know. Now she just had to get the information from Ravenfeather. It would be tough, but she had to know! She also could see the little orange kit from this distance. It hadn't moved for quite some time. Maybe... Maybe it had died. Flameshade was prety sure it had, but she couldn't go poke her nose into the nest with Ravenfeather sleeping in it. Her sister seemed to be quite the protective mother. Finally, she saw her sister's green gems flutter open, sleepy. Flameshade took her chance. "Ravenfeather... I was here when you and Fireclaw brought in the kits. I didn't wake you up, because you looked, and sounded quite frankly, exhuasted. But... the little orange kit. I think..." she stopped there, not sure what else to say. But, she went to another subject. "Crowstorm wants to check on you and the kits when you get a chance. He's been so fusy over myself lately I sometimes think he's going o be the one to have the kits sometimes. It'll do him good to have more patients in my opinion. When you're ready, I'll go get him. But there is one thing. Could you at least give me a hint as to who the father is? I would like to have some idea. It would put my mind to rest."

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[Shadewing]

Ravenfeather slowly stood up, and her little kits detached from her body. They wriggled for a little bit, and then they were still. Except for Littlekit. Ravenfeather looked down at him. "Do you think he's.." Ravenfeather gulped, but she didn't continue. Her green eyes loosed up at her sister. "Can you bring Crowstorm in here? The kits need all of my body heat and milk they can. Especially Littlekit."

Ravenfeather lay back down next to the kits, and nudged them all towards her. She curled around them, and began to lick Littlekit, in the hopes that he may meow, or let out a little kit-breath.. But Ravenfeather was doubtful any of this would happen. "Flameshade, you as well as every other cat, knows that the father is a secret. Announcing your mates seems to be a trend now. I'm going to allow myself to not tie bonds to any tom."