Open Backwritten Camp ShadowClan Just Like a Circus ❖ Returning Home With Kits

[Jadethorn]

{$title} Jadethorn returns back to camp with six new kits!

There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

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❖Takes Place 7/27/25 Around 2 AM❖​

The trek back was even more exhausting on the new mother. While her steps didn't carry the same amount of weight as they just were mere hours ago, each paw dragged across the earth spoke of the energy that had been sapped from her very being by the squirming new borns that hung loosely from each jaw of the returning group. Honestly, she was lucky her two suiters were so large compared to Jadethorn and her former apprentice. It meant they could both carefully carry two of their new progenies each. No need for the presence of the medicine cat who had helped deliver them. All the more reasons to keep her off Shadowclan land, and her involvement on the down-low. The molly was already sure she would get weird looks from her clanmates, for having them outside of the protection of camp. Where predators ran amoke, the smell of milk and blood an easy trace for their growling stomachs to pinpoint. Still, she had made sure of notifying her guardians and with the 3 cats walking back by her side, she only hoped they weren't bombarded with to many questions.

It was only a few hours past moonhigh when paws stepped onto the ledge of camp, stars still shining above and the moon slowly drifting across the ebony sky. A long sigh finally came out around the scruff in her teeth as she practically slid down the incline, tail dragging against the dampness of the earth before she cane to a stop on the level bed of camp. Legs which refused to work any longer slowly settled the rosetted molly into a sitting position, the tiny mirror of Coalstrike being set down gently at her paws. A lick, surprisingly gentle (at least, coming from Jadethorn), was planted across his head before a paw pulled Obsidiankit closer to her. She knew the nursery was only a few extra steps away but the night guard suddenly didn't want to take another one. They had made it back. No hiccups. No problems. All of the runts squirming and mewling. All healthy. "Bring them to the nursery or leave them here with me." The words were spoken without much care, front paws sloding forward so that she was now laying down near the entrance. "I'm not moving a single inch more. At least until I get some stars-forsaken rest."
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OOC ✧❦✧ Basic Info

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  Escorts: @FLEAFIRE @Coalstrike @WOLFPACK
  
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• Jadethorn she/her
  ❖ An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
  ❖ Night Guard of Shadowclan
  ❖ 35 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
  ❖ speech thought attack
  ❖ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  penned by Taru​

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[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

She hummed to herself as camp finally came into view, she decided to keep training brief for the night, having done more than enough hunting during the day. As much as she preferred training in the night, it would be a faux pas not to improve her skills, prepared for anything at any time.

But frankly, nothing could have prepared her to see what was basically a parade of cats, Jadethorn, Coalstrike, Wolfpack, Fleafire? Was that where she had been all day? She wouldn't make a scene of it, too tired already to want to deal with any of the council when all she wanted was to curl up in her nest.

Though she had to double-take, part of her assumed it was some patrol they went on, until her gaze fell onto. Kittens... And a lot of them too....

One, two, three... SIX.

Stoatpaw was glad in that moment she had been practising the art of shutting the fuck up because the pure horror of six Jadethorn clones running around felt like a nightmare realised. Instead, trying to be as polite as she could, she gave a smile and a small congratulations to the... Family....

She tried not to stare, but the longer she looked, the more she realised these kittens looked like Coal and Wolf. Stoatpaw blinked, turning around and walking off without another word, not wanting to stare and getting swatted for it. She didn't even know that was possible.

Instead of sticking around and getting yelled at by the molly, she promptly made her way towards the nursery. The last thing Timberfrost would want is to wake up surrounded by six bundles of inevitable terror (and, frankly, she didn't want to deal with them either). Her other clanmates could give them more of a warm welcome, she was much too tired to even want to deal with all that.

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• Accosting @Timberfrost about the baby hoard theyre all subject to now
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  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 10 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
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  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​

 

[Timberfrost]

—————————————————— 'Till I can't run no more ✦

Timber woke from a fitful slumber by a gentle nudge and a soft whisper of his name spoken aloud. By all means, it was not a graceful awakening—the caretaker had felt weary the last few days, a newfound itch in the back of his throat, a certain sort of head full of fur feeling. He ignored it the best he could, of course; in no world could he ever see himself admitting to weakness. He'd work through the sickness, and that would be that. Nobody would need to know.

A groan echoed gently from his parted maw, blinking through crusted and bleary eyes at the white form of his daughter as he suppressed a cough. At least she was a welcome sight. "...Stoatpaw? Dear, wha's t' matter-" The tom muttered sleepily, but a lightning-like shock arced through his body at the hurried mutterings of Jadethorn. Almost immediately, the caretaker shot to his feet—though he winced in pain as his head pounded in response. No matter, he had to get to Jadethorn now. She must've just started kitting, and by everything that was good Timber wanted to be there to make sure it went okay. With uncoordinated but determined steps, the tom raced out of the nursery. He was headed to the medicine cat den, but his golden eyes caught familiar figures instead at the opening of the camp.

Jade... had already kitted, it seemed. "What in the..." Timber mumbled tiredly, squinting through bleary eyes at the moonlight figures as he padded up to the group. It took him a moment to count the kittens, and he could swear the pounding in his head grew with the headcount. "...Six?" The chocolate tabby muttered in weary surprise, moving his eyes from the kittens to the cats accompanying Jade. He had no idea how the night guard would be as a mother, and the tom wasn't exactly keen to find out. Either way, six kittens would have been hard on the best of cats. "Did... Did everything go alright?" He asked warily. Nothing seemed to be out of order, but with Shadowclan he could never tell. "No... surprises or anything...?"

It's true, I want to be with you tonight

But I'm a little too late

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  Timber
  ✦—Shadowclan Caregiver | 28 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A large chocolate tabby with pale gold eyes
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[Coalstrike Coalstrike]

He entered camp with purpose, two kits gently cradled in his jaws, one of which he'd named himself. His paws moved with steady determination, aiming straight for the nursery. That was the plan. Until Jadethorn, in all her stubbornness, decided to flop down right in the middle of camp like a lump of stone and refuse to move. He turned his sharp gaze on her, a scowl tugging at the corner of his mouth as he lowered the scraps of fur to the ground. Predictably, they started mewling almost instantly, soft, pitiful sounds that only underscored how ridiculous this was.

" Preposterous... " he muttered with a snort. " You cannot rest here. I'll carry you myself if I must, or Wolfpack, if that suits you better, but the kits cannot stay out in the open like this. They need softness. Warmth. Not dirt and stone. " His ears twitched at a familiar sound, pawsteps. He looked up. And groaned. Marbleshine. Of course.

The last cat he wanted involved.

Luckily, Timberfrost too found way toward them, causing him to tip his head up a bit. " Ah, Timberfrost. " he meowed, flicking his tail once. " If one asks me, everything went perfectly well. Jadethorn birthed six healthy and strong kits. "

___________________ I DON'T FORGIVE, I DON'T FORGET ☆ A wound's a warning, a debt is a debt. ___________________

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• COALSTRIKE he/him, shadowclanner, sixty-six moons.
  ☆ a lh black cat dangerous amber eyes. has a mane around his head, is huge [ grandiose ]
  ☆ mentoring vanillapaw
  ☆ loyal to sable, despises thunderclan
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by lion ↛ lionharted on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Marbleshine]

In the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness and you fill my head with you

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Worry was written plainly across Marbleshine's face as she approached, her limp pronounced but ignored in favor of urgency. Her blue eyes flicked quickly between the gathered cats before settling on Jadethorn, wide with concern. " Jade...! You kitted! " she gasped, her face lighting up with a breathless smile, before quickly shifting into a frown as her gaze landed on Coalstrike. She had caught the tail end of his words, and it made her heart squeeze. " Please, she must be utterly exhausted...! " she fretted gently, turning back to Jadethorn with soft eyes. " Why didn't you stay in camp? You should be resting! "

Still, her voice remained kind, never scolding, only concerned as she stepped forward to press a gentle nuzzle against the queen's ear. " I'll get you something to drink, you must be parched! And maybe a small piece of freshkill? Just something light? Oh stars... " Her words dissolved into a fluttery coo as her eyes dropped to the newborn kits. " They're precious. Absolutely precious... " she whispered, breath catching with quiet awe. Then she blinked, tilting her head with a soft laugh.

" They look just like... well, like all of you. " she finished, eyes glittering with fondness. " What a little family you've made. " she hummed before looking to Timberfrost with a smile. " You've got your work cut out for you again, Timberfrost! "

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