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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jan 14, 2009 17:17:47 GMT -5
Tempeststorm lay in the nursery, panting softly. She didn't want to upset anyone that was asleep - after all, dawn was still far off. But the pain that chorused through her body almost made it impossible to breathe. Could it be the kits are coming? No - impossible... But as the contractions grew stronger she began to doubt herself. She let out faint squeaks of pain, clawing her nest in an attempt to stiffle it. Finally, she gave birth to her first kit. It was a tom with dark grey fur that appeared to be like hers; long, but unlike hers it would probably be textured; less silky. After a few more minutes, Tempeststorm struggling to not wake up the others, the next kit was born. She was surprisingly bigger than the first kit, but stockier; more like her ThunderClan mother in build. She had black tortoiseshell fur, like Tempeststorm's mother. The third kit was black with strange silver streaks, but Tempeststorm knew as soon as she bent over to lick it clean that it was a stillborn. She felt grief crash down on her, and almost felt too weak to press on. But she managed the third kit; a small she-kit that seemed half of the firstborn's size and only a quarter of the second's. The small kit was a mottled tortoiseshell with strange markings, and she had a sort of unreal quality. Tempeststorm laid back after arranging her kits, happy that she had managed the birth alone. She sniffed each kit to make sure they were healthy, and then her eyes drifted to the stillborn.
"Tempeststorm?" A voice murmured. Angel lifted her head, blinking her eyes. They widened as soon as they saw the kits.
"Are they-"
"Can you watch my kits for a little while, Angel?" Tempeststorm asked, trying to muster up her strength.
"Oh no, you're not going anywhere!" Angel meowed sternly, crawling over to Tempeststorm's side.
"But I want to bury my kit." The she-cat meowed fretfully. Angel nuzzled her.
"I know. But I promise I will bury it somewhere very special, alright?"
"I suppose it isn't too much to ask that you bury her just outside Barley's barn... is it?" Tempeststorm asked worriedly.
"Why there?" Angel inquired. The new mother was silent for a few moments, and then she sighed.
"That's where I met Dragonstar." Angel nodded.
"Ok. I will."
"Thank you." Tempeststorm meowed, laying her muzzle on her forepaws. Her eyes wandered to her surviving kits; the firstborn was stretching himself between the two she-cats, while the second born was shoving him aside. She definately was strong, that second born. The third born stayed away from them, tentatively suckling on her own. Tempeststorm smiled slightly even as Angel carried her dead kit away. But the mother's eyes were averted to that sight as the other Queen's bulk blocked the moonlight streaming into the den.
"Goodbye... Oynxkit." She murmured. It seemed right to give him a name. He could carry it into the afterlife with him.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 15, 2009 23:37:57 GMT -5
[[Which kit is mine - I can't tell them apart!]]
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jan 16, 2009 20:11:40 GMT -5
OOC: The tortoiseshell with unusal markings/youngest kit.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 16, 2009 22:47:34 GMT -5
A brilliant tortishell kit squirmed slightly. She suckled as far from her siblings as possible - the dainty kit wasn't one for fighting or the like. She wasn't quick to struggle and squirm around others, and that was mostly for her size. So she suckled alone, quietly waiting for the morn to come where she too could see the world with new, fresh eyes.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jan 17, 2009 9:46:40 GMT -5
The dark grey tomkit squeaked irritably as his sister shoved at him. He pushed back, but to no avail; the dark tortoiseshell she-kit was much larger than he was. So he finally succumbed to avoiding her, crawling over his mother's flank to reach a nipple farther away. He heard a loud purr and pinned his ears back, leting ut an irritated squeak.
"Well you truly are a grouchy one. You'll take after me, I expect." Tempeststorm meowed happily. The kit angled its face up at her and then sniffed. He wriggled his strangely long body until he fell over her flank and landed in the nest, facing his mother's belly. He crawled forward and began to suckle, making harsh but contended purring sounds.
"I think I'll name you Longkit." She meowed, giving his head a gentle lick. He hissed anyway, though. She turned to the second born, who was greedily suckling as much milk as she could.
"There's something strange about you... I think I will name you Destinykit." She murmured. Finally her eyes averted to the last of the kits.
"Dreamkit." She said without even thinking really. The kit still had such an unreal quality - Tempeststorm just went along with her instincts on that. Longkit, Destinykit, and Dreamkit. All the children of the great Dragonstar.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 17, 2009 17:13:04 GMT -5
The little kit heard a soft voice speaking, but paid no mind. She felt something close to her, a radiating bundle of heat. Not just any, it was her brother. She tried to scent milk further from him but found none. So she just hoped he would come no closer and she could be left alone. Suddenly, she felt a presence in the den.
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Nightpaw had been restless, so she had decided she would head out for a moment. Her wounds were healing nicely, and she was going out for longer and longer periods of time. Her senses, however, were extremely aware as of late. Every slight movement would draw the black cat's attention. So when Nightpaw scented something unusual in the Nursery, she was instantly enthralled.
"Hello Tempeststorm." Nightpaw knew that the Queen would soon be expecting her kits. And then something struck Nightpaw. She tentatively reached out a paw and stroked a kit. It squirmed beneath her and she lifted her paw up. She had stroked the smallest, Dreamkit, who had not liked being touched.
"You had your kits? May I ask their names, and are they beautiful?" The she-cat wished she could see the kits for herself. But, unfortunately, she was blind.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jan 17, 2009 18:41:17 GMT -5
Tempeststorm smiled proudly as Nightpaw stroked her little Dreamkit.
"That one is the youngest; Dreamkit. The eldest is Longkit, and then there's the second born, Destinykit. I suppose I sound prideful in saying so, but they truly are such beautiful kits." She meowed, purring as she watched Destinykit squirming to find out where her brother went.
Longkit sensed his sister's presence nearby. He turned and sniffed at her, curious. But something about her made him turn away. She didn't want him near, he could tell. Longkit felt a lonely hole in his chest he'd never felt before. Why didn't his sister want him close? Why must they all shove and shun him? He stopped suckling and laid his muzzle on his small forepaws, just lying completely still. He was breathing, but to any other cat it might look as if he were dead.
"Are you Ok Longkit?" He heard a voice above his head but ignored it, hissing irritably. He wasn't in the mood for having his mother lick and soothe him. He just wanted to sulk properly.
Destinykit wondered where her brother had gone to. She sniffed but couldn't sense him very close by. She didn't care, though. It wasn't as if it mattered where he was. But somehow she felt she was lacking something when he was gone. She crawled towards her sister, mewling softly. There was something about Dreamkit that warned Destinykit away, but the daring kit didn't much care for that. She was curious; she wanted to know her sister. She didn't shove or prod when she finally found Dreamkit; she only sniffed and nuzzled gently, mewling in a friendly way. She wanted her sister to mew back.
OOC: Don't ya just love Longkit? XD
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 17, 2009 18:48:40 GMT -5
[[Yeah! xD I came up with something cool for Dreamkit, but tell me. You seem to have something in mind...]]
Dreamkit scooted away from the heated presence of her sister. She crawled away from all the heat and discomfort she could feel, finding herself in a corner of the den. There she sat alone, not hungry enough or lonely enough to move back.
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Nightpaw smiled.
"Longkit sounds so sweet." Nightpaw teased. "Do you mind?" She scooted her paw around until she felt a kit. She did not know it was Destinykit, but she softly stroked the kit, switching her paw for her tail. "Who is this one?"
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jan 18, 2009 14:45:35 GMT -5
OOC: Well I can't say I have a specific plan, I just had the sort of notion she'd end up being really wierd somehow. *shrugs* If you have an idea you should prob'ly go with that.
BIC: Destinykit felt her sister shy away from her. She didn't move for a moment. She cocked her head, not understanding. She felt so lonely without her sister. She scooted forward until she was nearer to Longkit, but suddenly a paw began to stroke her fur. She raised her head and purred, letting out a pleased mew. She liked the feeling of another cat paying attention to her.
"That's Destinykit." Her mother's voice sounded pleased. Destinykit turned onto her side and began to feel along the cat's paw curiously. She felt Nightpaw's claws and flexed her own, wondering at the size difference.
"I think she likes you, Nightpaw." Tempeststorm purred.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 18, 2009 17:49:24 GMT -5
[[Nightpaw needs to become a warrior soon... I think Destinykit would make a cute apprentice for her! : ) ]]
Nightpaw smiled. She certainly did like the kit herself.
"Ahh. I wish I could see her. I bet she's adorable." Keeping her paw by Destinykit, she felt the tiny kit flex her claws. They were very small compared to her own. She reached her tail out and felt another kit. This kit's fur was longer and very smooth.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jan 18, 2009 18:23:56 GMT -5
Longkit, irritated by the brush of a cat's tail, raised his little face and clamped his small jowls down around it. He had no teeth yet, so he could only gumb a few hairs.
"Stop that, Longkit!" Tempeststorm scolded. He dropped Nightpaw's tail and sulked over to his mother's belly, suckling again.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 18, 2009 18:34:24 GMT -5
Nightpaw smiled as Longkit bit her tail.
"I like this one." She meowed with a purr. "He's a feisty one." She continued to stroke Destinykit with her paw.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jan 18, 2009 19:01:31 GMT -5
Longkit growled at Nightpaw's voice. Why must she be so loud? He sighed. Perhaps she wanted to be friends? He wanted to know who she was. Was she big? She sounded like it. He crawled towards her scent. After a little while he bumped into her hindleg. He squeaked irritably but soon was absorbed with prodding her paw experamentally.
Destinykit purred at Nightpaw's touch and turned to lick her paw happily. She flicked her tail back and forth playfully.
OOC: Man is Nightpaw popular with the likkle tykes? XD
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Post by kelsey . on Jan 18, 2009 19:14:47 GMT -5
Authentic wondered where his mate had gone off, following her scent trail carefully until he saw her-And Tempeststorm, and Nightpaw, and small kits. Oh...Tempestorm must have given birth! He felt a little bit of jealousy course through him; he really wanted kits with Angel. "Angel!" He called, purring all the while. He padded up to Tempeststorm. "They are beautiful," He murmured, eyeing them greedily. The fierce one seemed like a good fighter and warrior- he would suit TrueClan well. Looking up, he padded over to his mate and nudged her affectionately. "Beautiful," He meowed to her, licking her ear.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jan 18, 2009 21:12:27 GMT -5
OOC: Mkay I'll pretend she came back...
BIC: "Thank you, Authentic." Tempeststorm meowed. Angel saw her cast a glance her direction, but the she-cat ignored it. The less she stood out at the moment, the better. Angel looked up at her mate with a cool, uninterested gaze. She wasn't sure how to tell him yet. She'd been sleeping in the nursery ever since she came - taking care of Emi and Tempeststorm. She still did Warrior duties, but her instincts told her to care for her friends, too. Call them motherly instincts, but they were still there all the same. Seeing Tempeststorm's dead kit had shaken her resolve, though. What if her kits died? What if she failed them, and Authentic? Oh why did he have to choose her as his mate? Angel had seen her friends go through it, had... no, she wouldn't think of that. Angel knew why she was panicking; of course she did. But she would never think of that again. She couldn't survive that sort of thing again. Even with Authentic there, she would kill herself if that happened again. Angel knew she would. No grief had ever caused her more pain...
"Hey, cutie." She meowed, smiling in a friendly manner. She was much better than her brother at hiding her emotions; everything about her bright, happy face and energetically twitching tail said nothing was wrong. But like her brother, she had a reason to hide her feelings. Granted, it was another reason entirely, but it was a reason none-the-less.
OOC: Ooohh plot-twist!
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 18, 2009 21:52:37 GMT -5
Nightpaw smiled as two of the three kits explored her. They made her feel so happy. She couldn't wait for the day to come where he herself could have kits. If she had kits. What tom could ever love a blind she-cat with a temper? She continued to stroke Destinykit, and stroked Longkit with her tail. Where was the third kit, anyway?
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Dreamkit was asleep in the corner of the den, wishing that everyone would go away and that she could just suckle in peace.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jan 18, 2009 22:00:57 GMT -5
Tempeststorm looked over at little Dreamkit. She sighed with displeasure. Why was her little one so unsocial? Was there something wrong with her, or with the other two kits? Longkit seemed prickly, yes, but not sick or anything. And Destinykit seemed bossy and rather in-your-face for a kit, but not that abnormal. She looked at Dreamkit and felt a hollow pang in her chest. Is Dreamkit as unreal as I feel she is? What's wrong with my kit? She fretted.
"Tempeststorm?" She looked up and saw Saviorpaw squeazing into the nursery. He smiled and set down some herbs.
"I heard you had your kits and I thought I might deliver these to you. Are you visiting the kits, Nightpaw?" Tempeststorm was almost startled by how fast the blind tom's attention was averted. His blurred blue eyes were at one time fixed on her, and the next moment they darted to where Nightpaw sat. The two blind cats were so alike, and yet so not... She wondered what Saviorpaw was thinking. He seemed on edge for some reason.
"Is something wrong, Saviorpaw? You usually don't bring herbs to every queen who's just had kits." Tempeststorm noted. Saviorpaw was silent. He doesn't want Nightpaw to hear whatever it is he has to say. I wonder why. Probably no reason...
"Well... Ashfire just keeps talking about going back to ThunderClan. It... it just makes me feel sort of lonely, you know?" He sighed. He saw the grey kit crawling beneath Nightpaw's tail towards him. The kit mewled softly and pawed at Saviorpaw's tail, which was curled against his side. Saviorpaw relaxed, letting his tail-tip twitch. The kit seemed delighted and yet irritated by the movement of the tail. He raised his little grey paws and batted at it, and finally Saviorpaw allowed him to catch it. He felt better already, for some reason.
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Post by Brambleclaw on Jan 18, 2009 22:10:25 GMT -5
Nightpaw seemed to get it. She was not wanted.
"Thanks for letting me visit." She meowed and then stalked off out of the Nursery.
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Post by kelsey . on Jan 18, 2009 22:12:21 GMT -5
Authentic stepped back, her grief spreading through him like a wildfire. He felt her senses, as a blind cat would. She was good at hiding it, though. "Anything wrong." He said. It wasn't a question, it was sort of like a demand. Sometimes his caringness got him too far, or he sounded mean, though he didn't try to.
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Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Jan 18, 2009 22:20:59 GMT -5
Saviorpaw turned and was about to speak, but Nightpaw was gone.
"Curses. I'm such a mousebrain. I shouldn't have interupted you two." He muttered.
"Don't worry about it, Saviorpaw. I'm sure Nightpaw just wanted to give you some privacy, though StarClan know why. I know you'll miss your sister and brother if and or when they leave, but that's just something you'll have to get over." She meowed. Saviorpaw nodded. He noticed Destinykit had grown sulky after Nightpaw left. She crawled back to her mother and began to suckle.
Angel looked at Authentic with accusing eyes. Of course he'd be able to sense something was wrong. They always could. It drove her insane!
"Listen, I don't want to talk about it." She spat venomously. She could see Tempeststorm sending her a startled look. Angel realized she was tense, and her hackles were raised so that she appeared twice her normal size. She relaxed, with great difficulty.
"I'm expecting kits." She meowed coldly before brushing past him and storming out into the camp. She knew it shouldn't sound like a bad thing - and it wasn't, of course - but that memory still haunted her... she stopped before she left the camp and buried her claws into the earth.
"Curse you Jkarr. Curse you and your existence and your stupid, hair-brained... idioticness! I wish I could see you again so I could rip that smug grin off your stupid face!" She snapped, glaring into the fields of TrueClan territory.
OOC: Ouch. I wouldn't want to upset Angel. -.^
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