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Einna Firekeeper rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-20)
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 Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2019 2:33 pm
Redeemed
Finch stared at the two little wriggling things as they flopped around helplessly in the dirt. How exactly did she get herself into this mess again? Oh yeah… she smirked. That was fun! But these things are not fun. She poked one of the squirming infants with her paw and watched it snuffle around for the source. Ugh, kits were gross. Finch had zero desire to do anything with them. Whatever mothering gene she was supposed to have must not be there. It’s not that Finch didn’t understand that she also had once been a kit, but she had never exactly been normal. And she was now so far removed from that time in her life, she didn’t even remember what it was like. Not to mention her own parents had been disgusting. Trying to talk to her and give her advice and telling her to be nice to her siblings BELGH. She was so happy when Magpie and her had just left. Captain Uzo was a way better adult to be reared by. And that was another thing! What was she supposed to do with these pipsqueaks in Bramblefell? She loved being a guard and did not want anything to take up her time. These things, she glanced at them with disgust, were definitely going to take up time.
She begrudgingly allowed them to drink some milk while she tried to figure out the best way to get rid of them. They were so perfect and cute and just ew. They reminded her of her siblings, well except for Magpie. But all the other siblings. With their cute colors and cute eyes and sweet natures. GROSS. While she lay there letting the little leeches drink, she tried to remember the idiot buck she had fooled around with. What was his name? Fire? Fort? Ugh, she couldn’t remember. Oh well, his name didn’t really matter. She could track him by smell. She got to her paws and the kist detached with squeaks and fell over. She rolled her eyes and scooped them up ungracefully and began tracking the smell of the buck who was about to be a daddy. She grinned as she hopped towards a copse of pine looking trees. How nice there was this unsuspecting buck to drop these off with.
Cackling lowly to herself she came closer to the tree where his smell was the strongest. Sure enough, there was a burrow entrance right there. It had to be his, so she took the squirming things out and plopped them down right at the mouth of the burrow. She debated staying to offer some sort of explanation but with a careless shrug decided she really didn’t care to offer one. He could figure it out. Probably. “Have fun with your new babies.” She giggled out, not knowing if he was even there or not, and frolicked away feeling pretty good about herself, and happily free of the weight those dumb babies held over her. Finch really was not mom material.
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DarkHeartedSorrow rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2019 7:46 am
Redeemed
Forest was, in fact, in the burrow. The morning was long and lazy, and he had little to attend to except some extra sleep. He gave a long stretch and a yawn, settling back down into the clover and grass bedding he'd graciously piled up. It had been many nights since he'd met that doe, and she was far from his mind.
That's why when he heard her voice chuckling down at him he startled. "Finch?" Was that her name? It was some kind of bird. Maybe it was Wren. Or Warbler? She'd been strange, but fun. He didn't regret his time with her, per se, but he did question it. She'd disappeared almost as quickly as she'd come, so he had supposed he didn't really need to worry about it.
He was very wrong.
He nearly stepped on the kits as he exited, only managing to avoid them with an ungraceful bouncy maneuver. "What the?" There was no sign of the doe, but instead there were two very vulnerable, eerily familiar kits squirming in front of him. He sniffed them cautiously, only to confirm what he feared. She'd left them. And they were almost certainly his.
His heart raced in sudden panic. Why had she left them? Why hadn't she stuck around? She'd almost definitely come back, right?
He wasn't that stupid.
She was gone.
He took deep breaths, looking away from the kits momentarily to help collect his thoughts. She left them, she wasn't coming back. He wasn't going to abandon them, they hadn't had a choice in the matter. That made his heart sink. He felt so bad for them, alone and motherless in the world. If he didn't take them in they'd have no hope of surviving. He glanced back at them, and any doubts he had broke at the sight of their innocence. He could, would, be responsible for them.
Carefully he scooted them down the long narrow tunnel of his burrow, briefly freaking out when either would make noises of protest. In the process he learned the little harlequin was a boy, and the small chocolate one that looked so much like him was a girl. They were precious and fragile, and he was in way over his head.
He eventually got them settled, after momentarily losing the boy among all the dried grass. Maybe he should have went lighter on the comfort? Either way, he curled himself gently around them, slightly uncomfortable as they searched for milk he couldn't provide.
They'd be okay. He'd make sure they were okay.
Slowly they stopped squirming so much and fell asleep, leaving him totally alone with his thoughts. He couldn't just refer to them as the boy and the girl forever. They'd need names.
He pressed his nose to the girl, then the boy. "You will be.... Firefly. And you.... Fir." He couldn't promise them a mother, but he could promise them safety and support. He hoped. Maybe it was time for him to consider an end to his lonesome lifestyle. He'd heard of a warren not far away that lived off the land and seemed happy and safe. He sighed. He'd make the trek when the kits were ready.
WC: 534
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