#daypaw

I guess mushroom light as a new deputy, i did not expect that. falling star and mushroom light barley know each other and mushroom light has a bit of dislike for falling star so her being chosen for deputy is a bit out the blue.

oh and Loud dice and Orange kite are final having kits. took them long enough.

Cats left to right: Charredpaw (she/her), Rustedpaw (he/him), Whorlscar (he/him) and Daypaw (she/her)

SLAMS IN MY SKETCHES FROM THE DAY

TOP TO BOTTOM LETS GO

1 - Darkwhisper and Sunny / Daypaw! He’s too flustered to admit he loves it

2 - BETTLEPAW, MY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYY (please stay clean n handsome like dark said so)

CWs: Brief mentions of miscarriage, stillbirth, and pregnancy

“I brought you some prey.”

A low grumble escaped Atticus as she rolled over, glaring at whoever had dared to wake her up from her nap. She had finally managed to fall asleep, since everytime she closed her eyes before her mind would fill with images of Peachshade. She saw her mate’s face, her eyes, and heard the way she always liked to laugh…

And then she would see her body. Her beautiful mate’s body sprawled out in camp. It made her wake up and want to vomit. Or maybe it was the kits.

Atticus didn’t know anymore. 

Daypaw was standing at the nursery’s entrance, a mouse that was surprisingly plump for leaf-bare hanging limply from her jaws. 

“Flutterpool said that you need to eat,” The apprentice’s meows were muffled. “So I brought you something. She also said that you need to get out and walk. You’ve been laying around all day.”

Atticus felt her ears pin back against her head. Stars, it hadn’t even been a week yet! She was grieving, and Flutterpool was already implying she was being lazy? Were her unborn kits more important than her broken heart?

“Thank you, Daypaw. Leave it there. I’ll eat in a second.” She said after a pause. Realizing then that she sounded ruder than intended, she added, “Please.”

“Okay.” Daypaw set the mouse down a few tail-lengths away from Atticus, stepping back again to stand in the nursery entrance. “...Let me know if you need anything. Bye…”

With that, the apprentice turned and walked away.

At least she didn’t say she was sorry for Atticus’ loss. If Atticus heard that one more time, or saw another pathetically pitiful glance in her direction, she was going to lose her mind.

Atticus could barely eat a few bites of her prey without feeling sick. She forced the mouse down anyway, knowing that if she didn’t Flutterpool would have her head.

Damn you, Flutterpool, She thought bitterly, her eyes narrowing. If I were still a loner, I’d be raising these kits just fine without your stupid advice and disgusting herbs.

Once she had finished and the bones were properly disposed of, Atticus finally left the nursery. She figured Flutterpool was right about one thing- A walk would clear her mind at least a little.

Atticus tried to ignore the expressions of sympathy from her clanmates as she stalked across the clearing. Of course the nursery was the furthest den away from the entrance. Of course Atticus was slower than usual.

At least ignoring their gazes was easy. It was the words that were impossible to ignore.

“Oh, poor thing…”

“It looks like she’s got a big litter coming soon. Do you think she’ll be able to handle it?”

“Do you think the stress will give her litter loss?”

“Litter loss is definitely a possibility…If not that, at least one of her kits will be stillborn. I’m willing to bet prey on it.”

Atticus wanted to whirl around and claw the eyes out of whoever had said that. It sounded like Bluefern. Of course that idiotic tom couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

What kind of cat bet prey on a baby’s death? The she-cat thought. Even I wouldn’t do such a thing.

Atticus quickened her pace, tail lashing. The sooner she got out of camp, the sooner she would be away from these mousebrains and left with her own thoughts.

The dark gray she-cat padded through the forest for hours, ignoring the chills that wracked her body. Next moon would be newleaf, she realized in the middle of thinking. Her kits would be born during a good season. According to the older cats and former queens, that meant good luck for the birthing mother and the kits.

“Good luck, my tail,” Atticus growled, uncaring whether or not anyone heard her voice. “If I had good luck, Peachshade would still be here.”

She wondered for a brief moment if any of the kits would look like Peachshade. She doubted it, since the sire barely looked anything like the now deceased molly. 

The thought of the kits looking anything like Atticus made her grimace. It would be like a tiny version of her staring back at her, demanding food and warmth and constant attention…Atticus didn’t know how other cats did it. How did cats willingly get pregnant? If Peachshade hadn’t been sick, Atticus would never have carried. She knew for certain she wouldn’t ever do it again. And even worse, she had to bond with them. She had to look at them and play with them and remember every single time that Atticus was doing this alone.

Oh, StarClan, Atticus felt like she was going to faint. She paused in her walk, the tip of her tail twitching, and looked around.

Somehow, she had found herself in an empty clearing. Snow covered the ground, her paws sinking into the cold material and numbing Atticus’ feet. When she looked up, the sky was already dark, and empty. Not a single star was shining.

Atticus suddenly felt very small. 

Was StarClan abandoning her?

Was Peachshade not watching over her? Did…Peachshade not want to watch over her?

Was StarClan even real? The thought of Peachshade’s spirit being gone forever, the thought that she would never bury her muzzle into that soft, sweet-smelling fur or hear that beautiful voice again made Atticus’ heart clench in her chest, and she had to hold back a wail.

No. There was no way.

There had to be something there. Something for Atticus to hold onto.

There had to be.

Right?

Falling star is getting really old and doesn't understand how to show there kits they care about them. Chasing brook feels forgotten by there parent.

i don't know exactly why Lilac fawn would want to retire to the elders den early, but I guess Hawk stripe wasn't the most supportive as a mentor seeing as Lilac doesn't like her.

on a brighter note Chef has made some of the prettiest cats in the clan. i.e. Grouse and Silk. In my opinion the prettiest cats I've drawn. and there not super annoying to draw. win win. :)

sunset is very pretty and I'm quite sad she didn't join the clan

other than that, "named for her kindness" :l I guess Daisy lotus was to scared to tell anyone.

🌸 - first impression vs current opinion

hmmm I remember when daypaw first showed up I didnt have a ton of opinions on her aside from “oh cool harrierflight has a buddy!”, but the more I see her in-rp the more I love her as a character! I always think abt her bullying ganderkit’s name within 2 minutes of meeting the litter and I think its VERY funny. daypaws the coolest I want to pet her little kitty head

🍂 - theory I have about their backstory or future