SkyClan Journey Backwritten 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 | 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

[LOSTMOON]

he is a wild child with a wanderer soul that dances with the stars. he has a free spirit, a reckless mind, and a rebel heart that isn't meant to be tamed. love his wild and you will never lose him.

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Now that the initial 'I just gave birth' was over, Lostmoon realized how creepy he was staring at the three bundles with owlish hues. He made those. Look at him! He was on top of the world. Or maybe that wasn't the right stew of words. Or was it he's riding cloud nine? That sounded better.

His body still felt sore, but he was in a state of melancholy and blissfulness. Don't get him wrong. He was thrilled. It was just—Lostmoon sighed, staring at the ceiling with furrowed brows. Did that make him a terrible mother? No. His dad had nearly drilled it into his head that his emotions didn't make him bad. He groaned, curling further into the temporary nest with grumpy eyes, lips curled into an obvious pout.

His gaze returned to the three bundles tucked against his belly and everything was replaced with a bubbling sense of happiness. How could I ever regret you? He just wished things had been different.

His attention shifted upward, head cocked at another face, or several. His lips curled into a cheeky grin, owlish optics crinkling in raw pride. "Aren't they ugly?" Okay. Yeah. He didn't think his clanmates would expect him to say that, but they looked like itty worms and it fascinated him they were all these ugly little things that wiggled with no actual motor skills.

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sacrifice, that's what we do ✦✦ for the people we love

• ooc
  —— @echokit @mistkit @lotuskit
• 
  still, there is this terrible

  desire

  to be

  loved

  
  
  still, there is this

  horror

  at being

  left behind

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• lostmoon he/him
  ♡ a petite black smoke albino mackerel tabby chimera with pretty owlish pink eyes and vitiligo
  ♡ caregiver of skyclan
  ♡ forty-five moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by blueblossomtea​

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[Teaselfeather]

TEASELPAW

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

Teaselpaw padded closer to Lostmoon, their wide, curious eyes fixed on the tiny kits wiggling against his belly. It was such a funny thought… Not too long ago, these little ones had been curled up inside Lostmoon's stomach, and now they were here, breathing in the fresh air for the very first time. Geez... once upon a time, they had been like that too, nestled safely within Flowercloud's belly. Had she looked at them the way Lostmoon was looking at his kits now? With such awe, such love?

Yes. Of course, she had.

Flowercloud loved them, despite everything that had happened with Crowsight. That much, Teaselpaw knew with absolute certainty. Their warm gaze flickered to Lostmoon, and with a small, affectionate wiggle, they gently placed a paw over their heart before motioning toward the kits. They are loved. They are beautiful. And they are yours. Lostmoon had carried them beneath his heart, and now he would carry them within it, as they grew from tiny, helpless bundles into bright-eyed apprentices, then warriors. Sometimes quicker than one would ever want.

Settling down beside him, Teaselpaw studied the little ones with rapt fascination, their ears perking up. Were they all okay? Was Lostmoon okay? He had only just kitted… Did he need something? Herbs? A drink? A small frown tugged at Teaselpaw's face before they turned to Lostmoon, tilting their head slightly in question. After a moment of thought, they glanced around and then pointed toward a bundle of moss, tapping at their muzzle.

Did he want some water?

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[fitzgerald]

Fitzgerald has had his fair share of kitten encounters in his lifetime, but never this close to the whole scary birthing process. His neighbors at the Twolegplace occasionally had their own litter, some of which stayed home while others got taken away — a mystery of the Twolegs that not even he can understand —, and he had found it easy to entertain the little buggers, so why not check u on Lostmoon now? Perhaps he will learn a thing or two... if he is in the mood for visitors, that is.

As luck would have it, Teaselpaw is already busying themself around the new parent, so Fitzgerald sees no issue with waltzing in himself.

"Heya! How many new ones do we have here?"

He crouches low and ensures he keeps a respectful distance. Three of them, he thinks, the perfect amount.

"Aren't they ugly?"

"What?"

His head moves so quick he almost gets dizzy. There is a grin stretching across Lostmoon's face, and the coy glint in his eyes tells Fitzgerald everything he needs to know.

"Oh, you were just joking. Had me for a moment there."

An awkward chuckle rattles him. Kits fresh from the womb rarely compare to a fully grown adult, but the joke had still thrown him for a loop. He stares at the bundle of kittens without blinking.

"They sure squirm a lot..."

 

[Fujimoto]

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Lostmoon had given birth and by sheer luck and maybe even a dash of StarClan's mercy him and his kittens had faithfully remained healthy and strong. Fujimoto didn't doubt Tigerfoot's capabilities of course. His mentor had kept SkyClan healthy for moons upon moons before the kittypet had even joined himself, if there was anyone reliably to learn from, Tigerfoot had been lucky to. The stress of it all falling within the journey had made Fujimoto's anxieties still crumble.

"M-maybe not ugly just uh, aheh, new. Their faces are all scrunched up." Muzzles still flat to their little faces and ears folded down, these kits hardly had enough time to grow into being... not-ugly yet! In the next few weeks they would open their eyes, hear the sounds around their world and explore all the corners of the forest when they find it. "I didn't get to hear the names you picked, Lostmoon. You um, you mind sharing?"

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