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Post by L.e.a.f.p.a.w. on May 23, 2009 16:59:52 GMT -8
ooc: Interested in being her mate//kits adoptive father let me know!
ic: Stumbling from the nursery, Fadingsong gasped in pain. Taking in a deep breath a sharp pain shot through her belly. The kits were on their way, and their was no stopping them. Chewing her lip as her butt sank to the ground she could feel them pushing their way out. A kick inside sent her throwing her head back in a yowl. Collapsing she gasped for air and just managed to blink her eyes when a small black and white bundle slid into view. Quickly setting to work she pushed the firstborn to her stomach and mumbled,"You are Cricketkit." She wore a happy grin as she already loved this single kit.
Name: Cricketkit Pelt: Black and white Gender: Tom Rper: Me Rank: First born
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Post by Fallingmoon on May 23, 2009 17:20:43 GMT -8
(Cats are not in pain giving birth, unless something life-threatening is going on inside)
Fireflicker bundled his kits together in on small little pile of small bundles of warm sleeping kits. Standing up and half-stumbling half-limping he went over to her, his legs where a little sore of short-use. Sitting donw beside her he bent his head over her and sniffed her flank, even though he wasn't an expert,he knew the scent of a dying queen. "I think your doing all right, just keep trying." He nearly purred into the over-joyed mother's ears. I was as if then setting had changed in his mind, instead of black-and-white the kit was a gold color, yellow speckles on her forehead. The queen was now gold, yellow speckles on her forehead, yellow eyes soft with love. The imagination dissapeared almost as quickly as it had come, making a small gasp exit through his parted jaws.
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Post by L.e.a.f.p.a.w. on May 23, 2009 17:27:15 GMT -8
Feeling the nose sniff over her flank then the soft purr it brought Fadingsong back the cat who she had fallen for. Sighing she pushed him from her thoughts. For one he wasn't clan born and for two he was now deceased thanks to a fox. Shaking her head she blinked her eyes lighltly at the tom as a second kit was born. Nosing and cleaning this one once more she pushed the small tom to her belly and announced,"You are Shadekit."
Name: Shadekit Pelt: Dark gray w/ light silver ripples Gender: Tom Rper: Rain Rank: Second Born
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Post by Freezie on May 23, 2009 17:30:44 GMT -8
Frozenivy heard the sounds of the she-cat giving birth. Eyes opened he walked lop-sided into the nursery. His ears picked he smiled. "It's alright Fadingsong, they'll be healthy and beautiful." Frozenivy's eyes closed and he yawned. He turned and Left.
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Post by L.e.a.f.p.a.w. on May 23, 2009 17:37:10 GMT -8
Fadingsong felt calmer as more cats gathered around reassuring her. Purrs erupted from joy of having kits at last. Licking the two heads she felt another one come. A ripple formed over her side and she widened her eyes as another finally came. Licking the small kit clean she moved him to where his other brothers laid and purred,"You are Creekkit."
Name: Creekkit Pelt: Dark gray w/ Black tabby stripes Gender: Tom Rper: Silverstorm Rank: Third born
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Post by Freezie on May 23, 2009 17:42:33 GMT -8
Frozenivy purred as another kit appeared. Feeling out of place he meowed, "They are beautiful, I think your having more. Your belly is still huge." He meowed, humar in his crackly old voice. He smiled at the she-cat and licked his fore-paw gently.
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Post by Fallingmoon on May 23, 2009 17:44:50 GMT -8
A purr rumbled in his chest from the three kits beside her belly, to young to speack or even open their eyes. "We will have some trouble soon!" His light-hearted remark flet happier than usual, since the death of his beloved mate. "All certainly wonderful names, Cricketkit, Shadekit and Creekkit!" He thought of what might happen later, eleven kits straying around the camp! Phew!
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Post by L.e.a.f.p.a.w. on May 23, 2009 17:47:32 GMT -8
At that moment as words filled her ears, kits filled her eyes and heart. She purred in delight at the four bundles but was saddened to notice they were all toms. Shrugging her shoulders her side rippled once again. Her eyes lit up as another gray tom was born. Washing him quickly to a dry she nosed him to his siblings and purred,"Your name is Stonekit."
Name: Stonekit Pelt: Stone colored gray Gender: Tom Rper: Willow Rank: Fourth born
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Post by Rain on May 23, 2009 17:49:45 GMT -8
Cloudstar poked his head in the nursery, wondering if Fadingsong was to have her kit yet. He had visited the medicine cats den first, and grabbed some borage for the queen. She needed to get lots of mil, it seemed she would have 4 kits at least. Along with the herbs was a plump vole Cloudstar had caught today. The first thing he saw were three beautiful kits. He knew they weren't his, but the white tom was going to be a father to them. "What are there names?" Cloudstar asked, watching as a fourth was born and named Stonekit. [/blockquote]
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Post by L.e.a.f.p.a.w. on May 23, 2009 17:54:21 GMT -8
Smiling up as Cloustar entered, Fadingsong felt whole. Noticing the leaves she purred a thank you and watched him inspect. He knew they werent his but promse to be a father to them. Purring as he asked she responded,"The black and white tom is Cricketkit. The dark gray with silver ripples is Shadekit. The dark gray with black tabby stripes is Creekkit and you know Stonekit." As her voice drifted off she felt another spasm in her side and looked to see a little kit be born. Taking the kit to her mouth she dried it and purred in delight as she saw it was a she-cat. With delight she purred,"You are Amberkit!" She could tell their was one kit left but didnt voice it.
Name: Amberkit Pelt: Gold tabby Gender: She-Cat Rper: Smokey Rank: Fifth born
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Post by Fallingmoon on May 23, 2009 17:54:59 GMT -8
Fireflicker turned his head around to see Cloudstar, who was walking quitly over. A small pittiful squeck of a kit made his neck fur fluff up, but after looking at his own sleeping kits, he knew it was oone of the new-borns. Flattening her fur back down, he looked at the four kits again, Stonekit . . . it sounded almost familiar, but he couldn't remember.
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Post by Freezie on May 23, 2009 17:57:27 GMT -8
Frozenivy looked at Cloudstar and purred. "Congrates Cloudstar. I am happy for you." Frowning he turned away from the two cats. His eyes landed on the kits. His nose wrinkled up at the smell of fresh-kill. "They are truely beautiful."
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Post by L.e.a.f.p.a.w. on May 23, 2009 18:01:36 GMT -8
Admiring her five kits so far she waited for the last to come. At last she squeaked in joy as she saw the now familier movement to her side. Taking a deep breath she watched in wide eyes as a pure colored kit appeared. Washing it quickly she nudged it to join the others and purred,"And at last you are Messagekit." Turning her head she ate the borage leaves, wanting to produce more milk.
Name: Messagekit Pelt: Pure White Gender: Tom Rper: Freezie Rank: Sixth/Last Born
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Post by Rain on May 23, 2009 18:05:44 GMT -8
"Six kits!!" Cloudstar exclaimed, that was alot for a queen. He watched each one, each was unique in their own way. Carefully, Shadekit squirmed. His ears were flat against his head, but the vocies around still were still audible. He gave a mew of protest, and cuddled to his mothers stomach. [/blockquote]
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Post by Freezie on May 23, 2009 18:06:10 GMT -8
Frozenivy licked the she-cat's head. "Way to go Fadingsong. You did great. I must sleep, do you need anything else?" His eyes seemed slightly tired with warmth. His nose wrinkled at the small smell of fresh-blood, Glancing at his paw he saw a small thorn in his paw. "Awww mouse-brain fool of my self. I got a thorn stuck in my paw." He limped out of the den.
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A scream of breath left the small tom's mouth as he took his first breath. His mind was exploring with scents roaming around him. He smelt his mother's fur, and his 'father's ' scent as he drank. He heard a voice, from his ears, a old tom. As he suckled he new he was safe.
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