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Post by Soaring Eagle on Nov 28, 2011 18:07:57 GMT -5
"Come on in Fading Mist," says Soaring Eagle. "Your cubs will be born in two days, so we want you staying in here until then."
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Post by Fading Mist on Nov 30, 2011 15:52:40 GMT -5
Fading Mist sighs. "I don't like it, but I suppose it's for the best." Lightning Strike pads into the den with a caribou calf dangling from his jaws. He settles down, and the two wolves share the kill. "Our cubs will be the best," he promises. "Strong, fast, and smart, just like you!" Fading Mist nuzzles him affectionately. "They will be the best, perfect, and we only have to wait one more day."
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Post by Soaring Eagle on Dec 1, 2011 15:02:09 GMT -5
Fading Mist has cubs. "Congrats!" says Soaring Eagle. "Four healthy cubs!"
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Post by Fading Mist on Dec 1, 2011 15:24:17 GMT -5
Fading Mist sighs in exhaustion, then blacks out.
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Post by Soaring Eagle on Dec 1, 2011 16:12:06 GMT -5
Lightning Strike shoots Soaring Eagle a look of concern. "Is that supposed to happen?" he asks. "Not usually..." begins Soaring Eagle. "But it's not uncommon either. I think she'll be fine." Sky Deamon pads lightly into the den, and burys his nose in Soaring Eagle's neck. Soaring Eagle shoves him off playfully. "So, new blood in the Pack?" asks Sky Deamon. "Yes," answers Soaring Eagle. "And that's not all! I need to talk to you Sky Deamon."
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Post by Soaring Eagle on Dec 1, 2011 16:32:50 GMT -5
"Yes..." Sky Deamon continues. "I'm expecting Cubs. In 11 days," says Soaring Eagle. "What?! Why didn't you tell me sooner!?" asks Sky Deamon. "I didn't know." says Soaring Eagle. "The Healer pointed it out to me today. Is it BAD that I'm expecting?" "No!" exclaims Sky Deamon. "This is wonderful! Finally! You've had two miscarrages already, are you sure that this isn't one?" "Yes." she assures him. "This is for real. The Healer says at least 3." Sky Deamon looks overjoyed. "I'm so happy!" he cries. "I hope there are four! I would name them Falcon Talons, Lightining Spark, Sweeping Wind, and Shadow Forest!" "We should tell the Pack," Soaring Eagle reminds him. "Yes!" He says. "Let's do that now!" "Now?" asks Soaring Eagle as Sky Deamon drags her out of the den.
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Post by Fading Mist on Dec 1, 2011 19:13:02 GMT -5
Fading Mist awakens, and looks her cubs over. (Check the Qakaarti members page for descriptions). She names them Red Willow, Silver Rose, River Stone. River Stone is the only male. She sniffs her fourth cub, and, fighting back panic, licks its white pelt roughly to warm it up. The tiny, frail cub is the weakest of the litter. Then, it takes a huge gulp of air, and begins to breath. Fading Mist sighs in relief, and names her weakest cub Lapping Wave.
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