Roleplay

Darkshadow | Warrior | 32 moons | Interacting with Mothpaw (@Pistachiows)

Darkshadow nodded, forcing himself to smile at the young apprentice, "Yes, come with me," he meowed flatly, his mind not yet off of Sol. The jet black tom flicked his long tail towards the edge of the cliffside further down where a large group of albatrosses could be seen dotting the cliffside. The black and white birds were squawking loudly, unaware of the presence of the cats..yet.

He narrowed his green eyes, and took a pace forward, signalling with his tail to follow. "Those are albatrosses, they can be a bit nasty," he murmured quietly to the apprentice, adding, "When we get closer, listen to my directions closely."

Darkshadow | Warrior | 32 moons | Interacting with Mothpaw (@Pistachiows)

Darkshadow's ear twitched as he crept closer to the large sea-birds, his green gaze fixed intently on the nesting birds. "I'll distract while you you grab hold of the egg," he whispered to his apprentice, pointing with his tail at an albatross near the top of the cliff that was further away from the others, it's black beady eyes staring at the ocean.

((Sourgrapes and I agreed that I would handle the rest of Owlshade’s kitting. I took the liberty of deciding what the kits look like, in part because I think I’d like to take the surviving kit for myself. If that's approved I’ll be writing a second post where she’s officially named Snowkit.
Also, its interesting that the date you had Sol visit Seaclan is roughly when I had assumed Amberbriar passed. It would have shaken the clan even more if they lost a spiritual leader during the revolt.))

Larkshadow | medicine cat | 60 moons | Interacting with- Owlshade, Gullfeather, new kits

The next hour was hard for Larkshadow, and even harder for Owlshade. The queen may have been in labor, but the kits didn't seem to agree with her that it was time. It was hardly the first litter she had delivered in early new leaf, but it was always a chancy time, the kits at their most vulnerable right when the clan was at its hungriest.

The first kit wasn't breathing at all. Gullfeather left his mate’s side to see it, a fluffy gray ball like himself, only to receive bad news. He had looked aghast at her and started to open his mouth, but Larkshadow shook her head. Don’t tell her yet. She needs her strength, and so do her remaining kits. The tom seemed to understand from the look they shared. He returned to his place when his mate gave a great moan and didn't return for the next kits. Perhaps he didn't want to know.

Thank Starclan, the second kit showed more promise. It gave a thin wail as Larkshadow began to lick it, and the medicine cat held back a pur when a minute paw hit her in the nose. The kit was tiny, small enough to be called a runt in a different litter, but at least there was some vitality.

Vitality the third, final kit lacked. Larkshadow’s heart sank from the heights the second kit had raised. He was breathing, but only shallowly, and his breaths got no stronger from licking. Her instincts told her he wouldn't last the night. And he would have been beautiful! Dusky gray fur with deeper seal points- the perfect mix of his parents. She watched the movement in his chest fade to almost nothing, already preparing to join Starclan.

Only one apprentice for the clan.

“I’m so sorry, Owlshade.” The medicine cat mewed. She picked up the singular runt and brought it to the queen’s belly to nurse. Gullfeather’s eyes swelled with hope in seeing that one of his children had made it, with the mother curled protectively around it, taking the news in numb silence. Larkshadow took a step back from the new family- it seemed the best thing she could do. Pale and creamy-colored, the last she-kit had stood out from her late littermates like snow on bare rock. Her points, as she had indeed inherited her mother’s exotic coloring, were the softest gray, little dove gray, the sort of gray the sky made when the sun rose onto a rainy day.

Owlshade could call her only daughter whatever she liked, but Larkshadow already knew what she would have named the kit. Snowkit, in memory of the harsh leaf-bare storms she survived.

(@thewarywatcher13: Of course! You may take Snowkit :)
That would be a good addition to the story having Amberbriar having had passed during the revolt.)

Ivybreeze | Warrior | 15 moons | Interacting with Silvermist

Ivybreeze skipped across the sandy shore, her paws throwing up sand as she bounded towards the sea, the water a refreshing relief as she waded out into the sea, the water gliding off her pelt as she padded further out. When she was next to the she-cat, the gray tabby dipped her entire body in the water and pressed herself against the sea-floor, using her hindlegs to dig up mud which she then used to cover her fur.

Her nose was wrinkled in disgust, though she knew the white on her pelt would pop out to prey.


Darkshadow | Warrior | 32 moons | Interacting with Mothpaw

"One...two..three, go!" the black tom rushed forward surprisingly fast towards the large nesting bird, his paws light on the ground and not making a single sound as he bounded over to the bird, balancing precariously on the side of the cliff as he hissed at the large bird.

The albatross pointed it's sharp beak towards him, it's beady eyes fixated on his. The tom held his ground, claws deeply embedded a cleft along the cliff. The albatross was bigger than him, and stretched out it's wings much to the tom's horror. It may have been something the tom had done several times, though he could never prepare himself for the gaping wingspan of the albatross, which was a couple fox-lengths across. The albatross flew his way, ready to attack him with it's hooked talons.

Darkshadow waved his tail towards the exposed egg before jumping up onto the flattened cliff top, fluffing his fur out to appear bigger as he yowled at the bird,"Come and get me, fish-breath!"