Be Careful Who You Love - {Warriors RP - Needs Members!}

[Toadalicious]

OOC - Sorry I've been so inactive, people! D= I didn't know what to say!

Murkypaw glared disdainfully at the gaping hole that was the entrance to the nursery, her tail twitching irritably. "Grief," she muttered, turning towards the fresh-kill pile, "is a waste of time. If StarClan wishes for some cat to leave the earth, than that cat most certainly will: there's nothing you can do about it. There's nothing you could have done." You're only making things worse, Vinepaw, she added silently. Your kits' first memories will be of grief, sadness, and blood, and that is the last thing you want. The murky-grey she-cat reached one paw down onto the mountain of prey and selected a good-sized vole, then sat in the shade of a beech tree, her train of thought continuing on, and on, and on.

[˩ady Ǥamzee]

Vinepaw looked at Blossomkit and nodded, "Could you please find her for me?" He asked her, and returned to cleaning the kits. He wanted Dovepaw back so badly, she'd know exactly how to handle all this. He had his kits, and he was glad atleast they survived.

Daisykit saw Beaverkit out of the corner of her eyes, and dug her claws into the dirt. She just didnt want him to get in trouble for falling in love so young, but she loved him too. She was cursed never to find love. With a sigh, she rose to her feet, and walked out of the nursery toward the fresh-kill pile.

[iPawki]

(What iSheep said. -.- I'll try to be active again.)

Cometfur padded next to her apprentice, "Murkypaw, would you like to explain why you believe that?" The orange she-cat's gaze was empty now, a clean void of green. She understood where Murkypaw was coming from, she too had suffered as a child. But she wished to put Murkypaw on the correct path before she was totally entombed in grief and anger.

[Keriae]

Blossomkit nodded and got to her paws. The little kit retreated further into the nursery, thinking the queen would be there.

[Seasonal]

Shadowheart padded into the nursery, heavy with kits. Her orange eyes shifted towards the group of apprentices and kits as she passed by, feeling the pressure on her belly. She lay down in her nest and licked her face, then swiped it over her face. Her shiny and well-kept jet-back pelt twinkled in the wintery sunlight and her eyes shone with such delightfulness that she looked as happy as a bee with honey.

[Keriae]

Blossomkit found Shadowheart and trotted up to her. "Ummmm...... Shadowheart? I've got a question to ask you." She mumbled.

[Seasonal]

Shadowheart sat up in her nest, then turned to face Blossomkit and crouched down to her level. "What's up?" she asked, flicking her left ear.

[Keriae]

Blossomkit sat down. "Well, you know that Dovepaw died having her kits," She whispered gently. "Well, Vinepaw was wondering if you would nurse them, because Dovepaw can't."

[Rosalind]

OCC:Goodness, school has kept me so busy! What has happened while I was gone?

[Toadalicious]

(What iSheep said. -.- I'll try to be active again.)

Cometfur padded next to her apprentice, "Murkypaw, would you like to explain why you believe that?" The orange she-cat's gaze was empty now, a clean void of green. She understood where Murkypaw was coming from, she too had suffered as a child. But she wished to put Murkypaw on the correct path before she was totally entombed in grief and anger.

"Because," replied the younger she-cat began, tearing a strip of meat from her meal, "it immobilizes you -- it takes over your body, like a disease, even though it's simply a state of mind. You're as useless as a speck of dust when you're grieving. You've just got to accept the fact that life goes on the same as ever, even though you may be saddened by the fact that a cat who played an important part in your life will never have another intake of breath, or savor another bite of prey. And as they say, 'life is too short to be wasted'. Why waste your time causing yourself and others more pain and suffering than they deserve, when you could be aiding your Clan or finding happiness elsewhere? And," she added, swallowing the bit of vole she'd been chewing, "grief is self-pity; grief is selfishness. You're not upset by the fact that someone you loved has died, possibly in an extremely painful way -- you're upset by the fact that your time with that someone is done."