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 Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 6:49 am
They were so very tiny. The half-blind dame surveyed the small fluffs of fur. The rusty orange color and the odd markings of her eldest's paws came straight from their father, while the soft blue on her youngest...looked like mother. Her mother. It was strange to see the past reflected into the future like this. Strange to see bits and peices of the dead nestled in against her flanks.
But they were very much alive, her pups. All five of them. They were strong, the future of the pack with the power of the old blood running through their veins. To raise them alone was...daunting. But she would do it. Aheero, she knew, would help her if she asked, but he had tasks of his own to complete. It would be hard work for him, with their numbers so few.
Kurroa nuzzled the little sleeping pups, nudging them awake. Their eyes had opened some time ago, and their ears uncurled. All of them were named before the queen and the pack, and all of them would grow to be good and loyal members. She would teach them. She would teach them everything.
"Wake up little ones," she murmured, nosing them until all eyes were open. The sun had long since risen, it was more than time to begin the day. She'd been gifted a vacation of sorts from her duties as a dame, and while she wasn't sure how she felt about that she did see the wisdom in it. A half blind single mother with an injured leg was going to be less needed on patrol than with her young after all.
((If we could get some kind of posting-order going for this, I'd appreicate it. First come first post I guess, and then keep the same order as we move along?))
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 3:12 pm
Talan was the first of the pups to be nudged awake, and he blinked up at his mother through sleep-blurred blue eyes. The second-born yawned widely and stretched a bit before he got to his wobbly paws, watching his mother silently as he waited for his siblings to wake up. Whatever was supposed to happen today (though he had no idea of what that might be) would wait until all of his siblings were awake, especially his sisters.
There was no point in asking when waiting would give him the same answer, right?
"Good morning," he finally said in a quiet voice.
Talan was a young pup, small still, but that didn't stop him from deciding that he was going to act grown up - or at least as much as he could manage before the concept of sitting still and waiting grew to be too much for him. To give himself something to do, the orange pup watched his brothers and sisters, comparing them to himself in his mind.
He had more orange on him than any of his siblings, but he had no stripes like they had. He was too young to understand why that would be, only old enough to know that it simply was. With a soft sigh, he lay down and rested his head on his front paws. He wasn't going back to sleep; he was just watching.
Talan liked watching things, and his family was no exception..
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 6:45 pm
Sideritis blinked and slowly rolled to smile gently at her mother. She got to her paws and shook the sleep away from her body.
"Good morning mother." Sider chimed with a big grin.
Her eyes wandered to see her brother Talan was already on his paws. She moved over to him while wagging her tail.
"Good morning Talan." Sider tried to keep her excitement contained and stand like a proper female should. "Wonder what the day shall hold for us?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 10:24 pm
Stirring into wakefulness by his mother's nudging, Fivin blinked sleepily and shook his head to try to banish the fog of drowsiness, his ears flopping this way and that before he pushed himself up to a sitting position on uneasy paws. He fought down another little yawn and looked to each member of his little family, both awake and still resting.
Pausing to scratch his ear, and nearly toppling over in the process, Fivin quickly righted himself. Seeing that two of his siblings were up and about, he got up and moved somewhat unsteadily to stand near them, dipping a nod to them in greeting. "Morning, mother, Talan, Sider." He said by way of answering the hails of 'Good Morning'.
He pondered what the day had in store, but figured they were going to be told what was planned, if anything was indeed formally planned, when the remainder of his siblings awoke. It seemed he wasn't the only curious one, seeing as his only younger sibling voiced her curiosity. He shifted his pale blue gaze between her, his second eldest brother, and their mom.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 8:17 am
Ilianis felt the nudging and the shifting of her siblings and yet still she was not ready to get up just yet as she worked to nuzzle herself closer to her mother's warm body and comforting scent for just a few moments longer. She was trying to deny the need to get up and go through with a new day it seemed too soon for such things but eventually she gave up trying to deny the new day and lifted her head. Ilianis gave a wide yawn and shook her head a bit before she started to stretch and stand so she could start moving about her eyes moving over her siblings and eventually up to her mother with a soft pouty tone she noted, "Feels too early."
Not that she was one to avoid any duties or lessons she just wanted a few more moments of blissful slumber - she didn't feel it was too much to ask.
Now that she was up though she would deal with it and greet the day, "Morning," Ilianis said simply, it was addressed to everyone. After she had a good stretch she sat back down near her awakened siblings and waited to see what Mother would ask of them first. Perhaps if they could play a game of some sort at first or even better eat something. Ilianis was growing yet more aware of the feeling of hunger stirring within her stomach. For now she ignored it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 10:20 pm
Tharon felt his mother's nuzzle and the cold air of a vacant bed. He liked sleeping, and he liked his mother's face, powerful and loving and soft as it was. Only the warmth of the bed had gone. In the mist between sleep, where all actions seem both possible and plausible, he decided he would sleep on his mother's head, and all would be well again. When he curled up to catch her snout, though, she proved too quick for him, waking him to that unfair world where not even the bravest explorers are ever allowed to sleep in.
He opened his eyes to see that he was the last to awaken, and, slightly embarrassed, he let loose a roar. It was a warning to an unfair world, one where not even the brave could sleep as they wished.
"Arp!"
One day, he would learn to do it without squeaking.
It was time to join the others. Putting his front paws down, he stretched his hind legs and leapt forward. What he lacked in technique he made up for in enthusiasm, toppling end over end twice before landing (almost) on his feet.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 7:19 am
Kurroa looked around at each of her children as they stirred. Her sons would grow to be strong like their father, she had determined. And her daughters would be as noble and proud as her mother and sisters had once been. But that would take time. These things always took time. Everything was different, everything needed more time. Time to heal and to change. Their pack had been scarred, and these new lives would bring new life back into it. It would be her task now to make sure that they did just that.
“Good morning,” she replied to all of their greetings, though Tharon’s in particular seemed to put her more in mind of a protest. “As the sun is up, so should you all be,” she reminded them firmly, her tone still gentle. “It is the duty of a dame or a knight to protect and serve this pack, and that cannot be done by sleeping the day away. You all have a lot to learn.” There was a bit of pride in her voice now. These were her pups. They would learn fast and learn well, of this she was sure. “Now,” the half-blind Dame continued, settling back onto her haunches. “Who remembers what the name of our Queen is?” she turned expectantly to her daughters, though her sons were also expected to know such answers.
“What do you think makes her our Queen?” was the next question she would ask, provided one of her pups knew the answer to the first.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:27 pm
Talan stayed quiet, allowing his sisters or his elder brother to answer. They were who needed to be able to answer, after all. So instead of speaking or volunteering an answer, he simply sat up and watched his siblings, to see what they had to say. He could listen and learn what he needed to, without getting in the way.
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