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Ivyfang

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Apr 3 2018, 11:42 PM
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She-Cat | BloodClan | 41 moons
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The news had come as somewhat of a shock. No...it wasn't somewhat. It was definitely a shock. She had presumed Briar dead there was even a brief period of time where she allowed herself to grieve as such. It was weird to process that she wasn't and she was here.

Venomheart had delivered the news, at the moment she was in the nursery, then again, she was always there now. The queens eyes went wide with shock and confusion and she was on her feet in an instant. The queen spared no words, instead nodding and rushing past, eyes scanning the pet-store for the familiar pelt of Briar. Finding it, Ivyfang was hit with an onslaught of emotions. She stepped forward, wanting to embrace her daughter and explain her joy for seeing her again, but something held her back. What if thats not what Briarthorn wanted. "Briar..."

@briarthorn
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She-Cat | BloodClan | 39 moons
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It was the only position of BloodClan that had yet to be filled. The ranks in BloodClan were born anew, her mate as the plague doctor, her daughter as her successor, it felt only right to keep family tied into the high ranks, and Venus had made it clear he was ready. Ivyfang's body language was not nearly as hostile as it had been with the last meeting she called, in fact, the leader seemed almost prideful in a way. Ivyfang leaped to the top shelf overlooking the pet store. "BloodClan! Gather around." Ivyfang announced to her clan-mates. Her eyes scanned the crowd in search of her mate. "Our Plague Doctor has a ceremony she wishes to conduct."
@prunella
@Copperkit
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She-Cat | BloodClan | 39 moons
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Seldom were there times in the ebony queens life where she felt she was truly happy. This happened to be one of those rare times. Her litter was growing stronger by the day, a few of them even able to almost formulate coherent sentences. They had been restricted to the boundaries of the nursery for sometime; Ivyfang felt there was no better time to introduce them to the outside world.
"Remember, stay close to me." Rumbled the black she-cat as she accounted all of her children and rounded them together, giving each of her kittens a gentle lick before stepping out of the nursery, hoping her children were following close behind. They had no doubt seen some of the pet-shop already Ivy wanted to show them what the outside looked like. Ivyfang slowly stepped out of the pet-shop and out into the open, her pads touching the warm asphalt as she scanned the streets for signs a threat or her clan-mates. "Come on out, its safe." she trilled, casting a gentle green gaze toward her kittens.
@Pumicekit.
@bitterkit
@lightningkit
@pigeonkit
@Dewfeather
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Feb 23 2018, 12:39 PM
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She-Cat | BloodClan | 39 moons
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@Lunlun
@phantom
@Tybaxel
@Trumpets
@mikki
@emmers
@Catmillex
@prunella
In the dead of night Ivyfang was awoken by a familiar sharp pain. Her green optics snapped opened blinking furiously against, against the darkness, finding her daughter, Nightpaw, resting idly against the walls of the nursery. The queen never had qualms about her kits sleeping with her even in their later years. It felt rather comforting to know they still found comfort in resting near her form ”Nightpaw!” Ivyfangs voice cracked silently through the air in a harsh slightly painful whisper. ”Nightpaw, get your sister.” She commanded softly, hoping her daughter could hear her.
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Five kittens lay at Ivyfangs side, no complications had arisen and Ivyfang felt a sudden glow of pride at how healthy they each seemed, previous litters had always had stillborns, Venomheart had been the only surviving kit of her own litter. It got tiresome losing kits with each litter, it was nice to have a full one. Her eyes swept lovingly over the bundles before her. Names, they were going to need names. No two kittens looked alike, she felt they should have different names to represent their uniqueness. Her eyes swept over the small form of a tortie kitten, swiping her tongue lovingly over her head. ”Bitterkit.” she declared, old habits die hard. She was brought vaguely back to her memories of when she resided in RiverClan along with Bonechill. It all seemed so long ago. A dilute tortie lay next to Bitterkit, repeating the gesture she declared her name to be “Pumicekit” the next two kits had similar blue coats, she mulled over the thought for a moment before swiping her tongue over each of them. ”Dewkit, Pigeonkit.” She purred, her gaze finally sweeping over to the last kit, a spectacle of black and white. ”Lightningkit.”

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Feb 22 2018, 12:28 AM
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She-Cat | BloodClan | 39 moons
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@prunella
@Bits
@Number 1
It was something she hadn't done in a long time, she hadn't realized how much she had been missing! Being leader of BloodClan you were tied to the place constantly, Venomheart was growing older and definitely helping alleviate some of the pressure, but it was still there, walking with her son and mate would be a nice change.
After Bonechill's absence Ivyfang had not found comfort in the heart of anyone, except for Lavenderfly and she had left with her father. It had pained the she-cat deeply to watch Lavvy leave, but ever so she wore a brave mask and replaced her sadness with anger, banishing them from BloodClan.
Now she had venus, Ivyfang felt content, and with her newest litter on the way she felt overjoyed. It was obvious Ivyfang was pregnant now, but she had no doubts she could hold her own, besides, her mate and son were with her. She felt confident wandering further from BloodClan territory to explore.
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