She was all too young for motherhood, unprepared for the turbulent time as the heavy expectations of the lives depending entirely upon her and timely responses would greatly overshadow any want that may have entered her mind, but a simple fact of life at that stage in time.

Curiosity weighed heavy when the unexpected haste of trembling steps had taken Starlingcall, one of the new additions to the warrior den though soon from her would such a title be removed, towards where Paleleaf tended his stores with a careful eye. Though none were fool enough to speak aloud of what plagued their thoughts apparent was how many had formulated their own reasoning for her actions, the aversion to certain foods waved off with one excuse or another and the bouts of sickness driving her into the jungle away from prying eyes most telling of all. She had heard how the queens murmured between themselves when the sun had began to decline and the cooler afternoon allowed for play beyond the nursery, pointed some of their gazes as they silently accused her though others held only pity.

Only a child had she been though she had seen seventeen months come and ago, the crack in her rasping whisper as she had requested assistance making a nest amongst the queens, averted her gaze as she feared what they might say. Upon one so young and inexperienced none wished harm but it was difficult to view her in a positive sense known about the camp she had been with none, scoffed at the toms foolish enough to try which begged the question she refused to answer - who had sired the life now growing within her.


As seemed the custom for such unwanted pregnancies there was no ease when her time finally came, the air heavy with humid heat and the thunderous clap following the flickering light of lightning the only thing overshadowing her screams. Silent was the horror of those present, few as they were and chosen well before as Paleleaf prepared all he could both himself and the queens alongside the expectant mother knowing the first to be the hardest and her youth merely adding another layer of danger, in their minds ringing the thought that it was too early.

And indeed it was. Two weeks seemed but a minor factor, not enough time to cause grievous harm, though there is pain to be found in such ignorance. The first never breathed no matter the efforts of both healer and mothers tending to the tiny body as best they might with minimal resources, this situation neither expected nor planned for and thus unprepared was Paleleaf in those moments. Preoccupied with the next it was the queens who decided amongst themselves better to give the lost son a quiet burial and speak of him when Starlingcall was better, the blood that beckoned forth the next son only further assisting them in rationalizing such a course of action.

A bright point against the darkness of her belly, still beyond the shallow raise and fall of his sides, gentle the coaxing in a vein hope the newborn may nurse. Yet away was their attention turned when the next arrived, stark the difference of the solid black, the eager fashion in which this one latched on and suckled prompting the ginger to do likewise though Paleleaf made note of how he seemed weaker in comparison, barely drinking before he seemed to fall into a slumber. The last of them was the smallest and like her mother the dark base of her coat was dappled in ginger though defined were her patches rather then the faint smears of colour of Starlingcall.

Nothing more may be done for mother nor kittens, though apparent was the worry that plagued the mothers intent on staying close, some bold enough to curl about the new mother as she slipped in and out of consciousness, hushed their voices as they spoke amongst themselves hoping that keeping the silence at bay might keep the four grounded with them.


While time and rest was able to assist with Starlingcall's situation it was difficult to tell if the same might be said for her kittens, weak and fighting for each breath, the only one amongst them that seemed capable of handling the fight the tiny black kitten who had been the first to act. As though following the fateful day of their birth the ginger was close behind, slower in his execution but showing a strength that allowed hope to flourish. If only the same may be said for the daughter, the tiny tortie refusing to eat though her weak cries cut through her ailing mothers heart.

Time crawled by at a slow, painful pace but, at the least, showed improvement. As their third week drew to an uneasy close both toms showed marked improvement and were readily nursing, though at times she worried as it seemed her supply was not suited to all three, even the last taking to it a bit more readily though always was there a fear there for her only daughter. Secure in her hope that they would survive Starlingcall felt it was time to name them.

The black kitten was deemed Arumkit as a tribute to her grandfather and for how his black coat well reflected the darkness of certain flowers. Her daughter she decided was to be Violakit for her own mother had always loved the flowers and she too had a coat well matched.

More difficult had been her time upon the last, amongst them had he stood out though the bright ginger upon himself matched that of Violakit, the quiet swell of sorrow in the depths of her eyes one many caught onto and wondered over curious as to if he was the most alike his sire. It was not until his first month found its end that the tabby was named Lightningkit for the bright tone of his fur reminded her of stories her grandfather had told of the occurrence of red tinged lightning, rare and beautiful, a sight that struck him with such odd excitement he could not recall another that had done such, her hopes he may do the same laid bare.


Though hardships had defined their beginning at the least the trio was showing remarkable improvement and was developing at the expected rate, the beginning of their second month seeing what had begun as clumsy steps grow in confidence. Among the youngest in the nursery at the time playful was the utterance of menace where they were concerned, trouble enough one but together they were a force few cared to reckon with.

Left to their own devices much of the time it became a group effort to wrangle and care for them, though none uttered complaint as they watched the new mother look on in fond pride as her children continued to explore and play, voices found with odd questions only ones so young might think plausible enough to ask. It all seemed too good to be true after what had occurred only two months before and indeed it was, the cough that wrecked Violakit only the beginning. Compromised from the early birth and other issues that had plagued her from the beginning a constant patient had she become for Paleleaf, though the mandatory visits had petered off some as it neared her third month, though in full force once more was the healer.

There was nothing any of them could do, however, worsening her condition until what seemed nothing more then a minor cold developed into a chest infection. Forced was the quarantine of the kitten for none wished to see the others grow sick from contact with Violakit though Starlingcall had protested screaming at the healer as he told her it was for the best, that it allowed him the room to treat her, all the while her sons watched on in quiet fear.

It never mattered what Paleleaf tried to make her stop visiting, best he the only one to have contact with the ill kitten for he had built up a better immune system over the years and could handle it if caught quickly, the young mother was not one to be turned away, however. Adamant she be present to help care for her daughter it became an uneasy routine for Lightningkit, the few hours she spent with them to eat a quick breakfast and play shortening as she hastened to meet with Paleleaf and learn what had happened during the night. No matter what he put on a brace face, they both did, for their mother and sister.

But it could only do so much and they never understood, could only watch on in confusion when their mother did not return one day and her cries drew them to the opening of the nursery. In the middle of camp had they found her, though another queen had stopped them with a sad look upon her face. Curled about the seemingly sleeping body of Violakit had Starlingcall been, the soft, cracking voices of her sons pleading for her to come back, wanting to know what was happening, but she never heard them instead she continued to sob into the chilled fur of her kitten.


No matter how much he pleaded with Starclan to give his mother back, the one that was kind and sweet, who enjoyed playing games with them and went along with silly, childish pranks, nothing was capable of doing so.

In the wake of the death of her daughter the change was understandable and none faulted how her mood grew sour, fuse near non-existent though one never knew if it was anger or tears that would greet them once it burnt away, given the time and room to grieve without interruption. Yet, for Lightningkit, that understanding never quite stuck. Constantly did he unknowingly push her buttons, reminded her of what she had lost only weeks before, his offering of gifts only casting a dark shadow about already pain laden thoughts. In time sick of it all had Starlingcall grown and he could do nothing but cower away from her when she had turned and yelled at him, the rage in her eyes terrifying to behold.

Had he been older, held within himself the capacity to understanding what she going through, possibly things may have ended in a different fashion. But of course it would have been that much easier for all involved if he had a level head and been mature in his approach, was able to grasp the concept of death and the turbulent time his mother was caught in.

Rather then act in a way to allow her the time and space that would assist in soothing her broken heart rash and aggressive had been the response of her son, the fashion in which he conducted himself one that incited only anger. No matter who it was his response was to snap at them and speak insults he had over heard the apprentices and warriors use, cruel the pranks he used until an unfortunate queen was subjected to a nest brimming with rotting meat. Once it was easy to brush aside his actions as nothing more then the product of his grief mixing poorly with childish habits once enabled though no longer could they find a way to put any of his deeds into such a light.

Close to his sixth month the conversation quickly turned to putting off his apprenticeship as a way to punish him for such actions though the queens proved unwilling of such, his presence offering nothing but constant worry for both them and their kittens. Yet they were unwilling to not punish him for his transgressions, such setting a poor example for the others residing in the nursery alongside him at that time. In the end the decision was made for them when Paleleaf approached Starlingcall with an offer to take Lightningkit on as his apprentice, a way he may be of use and the healer may teach him how to behave within a clan when before him must others be put.

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Adopted from Seppi.

I'm a dumb and deleted his old bio which is why he has a new one.