Username: Skyweaver
Cat Name: Hazelspring
Gender: Female
Rank: Deputy
Clan:https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4887254Age: 3 years
Kitty trying out for: MYO#101Prompt: Hazelspring holds the red flower in a deep place in her heart. Three moons before she became deputy, she had given birth to her first litter. She had been full of excitement when she found out she was carrying them, and she daydreamed of how it would be like to be a mother. Imaginary versions of her kits appeared all the time in her night dreams, and she impatiently awaited when the time would come.However, on the night she was to give birth, she felt something was wrong. The feeling shook her inside, and she couldn't sleep. The nursery walls felt suffocating and she desperately wanted fresh air. Quietly she walked out of the camp, and went as far away as her paws could take her. When she could bear it no longer, she made a nest within the hollow of an old oak and gave birth to three, small kits. When she settled against them, she stiffened. Their hearts did not beat, their fur was cold, and she felt no life from them.They were all stillborn.Hazelspring's heart broke in two. She couldn't get out of the nest, and all she wanted to do was lay there forever. She knew that this would be her first and last litter, and sadness seemed to break her. She lay in the hollowed tree for hours, but right when she was about to drift into a never ending sleep she heard a small mew. She shakily got out of the tree, confused. She had buried her kits over by a small dandelion patch earlier, so the sound could not be coming from them.
She cautiously made her way toward the sound, but her confusion grew even more when she reached a thick patch of poppies. Here was where the mewling was coming from, but she didn't see any way in. She brushed some poppies back to take in the sweet scent, but then gasped. A deep burrow was dug underneath the flowers, leading into a small den. The flowers were just overhanging over the hole so no predators could get in.She stepped into the burrow, even though she was wrong going into a random den. This could be the home of a vicious rogue, and she didn't want to be in a fight when she was this weak. Hestitantly she padded further, and then tears came to her eyes. A small, black kit was nestled in their mother's fur, the mewling becoming softer and softer. Their mother, however, was not showing any signs of breathing. When she put a paw on the cat she felt no heartbeat. The kit would only meet their mother in StarClan, or loner's type of StarClan, if they had one.
I will take care of your kit, even though I do not know you. Hazelspring gently took the kit-a little she-kit-in her paws, and nursed her until she fell asleep. Carefully getting up, she buried the mother with the poppies outside, and gave a silent mourning for her before picking a poppy from the patch. As she went back in to get ready to take the kit back to camp, she placed the special flower by her ear. From then on, she would carry the red flower as a sign of hope, one that would give her light in the darkest of times.