A magpie's nest (Tagged)

[Dyzzie]

Brightblossom lead the way back to the nursery, trying to not let the sounds of the kits, their confused and pleading - and in some cases angry - calls upset her delicate heart, but it was pointless to deny the pain each cry inflicted on the tender-hearted female. She moved towards the camp, being careful with the precious cargo she carried, heading straight to the nursery, ignoring anywho even glanced her way, and making her way straight to her own nest, laying down and nuzzling the tiny, cold kittens into the warmth of her own thick, and fluffy pelt. Finally, a use for all this fur. She quickly licked over the kittens to soothe them and warm them up, to keep them from possibly getting tiny frozen paws, or frozen tails, or worse. Her gaze lifted up to the tom who carried the other four, motioning for him to lay them down as well with the others, snuggling them close to her, "Hush there, little ones. You'll be alright." She purred softly, wrapping her thick, furry tail around them in an effort to warm them up. She'd talk to some of the other Queens later about feeding them.

Her gaze turned up to the tom though, a sweet smile on her features as she gently licked his jaw, a rare show of pure affection for the she-cat. She could be plenty affectionate, but rarely so blatantly around others, "Thank you, Ashnight. For your help. I couldn't have possibly brought them all myself." She meowed, quickly searching for something else to say, anything to keep him close by still. "Lay with us?" She finally found the courage to say, before adding quickly, "for the kits, I mean. Two bodies will warmth them up faster than just myself." She meowed, ducking her head shyly, her pale yellow gaze dropping back to the tiny kittens, realizing they were unnamed, "I should probably name them, shouldn't I . . . . . I hope Briarclaw won't be upset with me." She meowed delicately, nuzzling each of the little bodies, letting her scent sooth them, a silent promise she'd not leave them like their mother had (or what she could only assume they felt like their mother had).

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The soon to be named Lionkit could only shiver as he was carried to the snow, before brought into a new place that was warm and smelled like more cats still. Young and old. It was warmer though, and with a startled mew he soon found himself on the ground with his sister and other sibling, being cuddled into the strange female's fur. It was so soft though. Soft and warm, and with in moments, the large golden-brown tom was snuggling into her fur with a purr, pulling his deaf sister closer to him, nudging her closer to the warm fur that was so readily available, mewling softly as he snuggled down. At least someone was keeping him warm. Perhaps she was just baby sitting, and their momma would be back soon. What did she even smell like again? Milk . . . . and . . . . the tom mewled again, realizing his few memories of his mother was already fading, to young to have any distinct memories. just the scent of milk, and . . . . and just that. He curled up closer to the female, mewling as his other siblings soon joined him, the scent of the other strange cat, the male there. He could hear the female saying something, but he was shivering to much still to comprehend. but as he curled into the female's fur, he slowly slowed his shivering, and was beginning to feel drowsy and ready for bed soon, again.

(( My next post she'll probably name them xP Just remind me on names & colors guys xP).

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The soon to be named Reedkit shivered as he was being carried, whimpering slightly. Where were their mother? Her scent was completely gone, the sweet scent of...milk? The golden tom was terrified to find that he could barely remember his mother's scent, nor her voice. Had she even spoken?

Suddenly he was set down on the ground again and nudged into someone's fur. He guessed it had to be the female that had picked him up. He felt confused, and slightly scared, but all of his worries disappeared when warmth spread through his body. Letting out a soft mew, he snuggled closer to her, pulling his siblings closer as well as moving closer to them. Wrapping his tail around him and his sibling, he yawned, ready to fall asleep again.

[Eveningbreeze]

The tiny she-cat purred when she finally was set down and warmed up. She moved her fluffy tail to curled up better and rested her head on his brother's pelt. She knew that the strange she-cat wasn't her mother, but her true mother was now too faraway for her to care right now. Why had she left...?

She enjoyed the she-cat's warm long fur, but squealed when she noticed that there was no scent of milk. She looked up and noticed that she seemed to be purring, but she couldn't listen or understand anything. She cocked her head in confusion, but then she decided to ignore it and tried to sleep again. Too much mysteries for a newborn she-cat.

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Tiny paws and body squirmed in the stranger's grip, mews of protest coming from the fiesty she-cat's squeak of a voice. Her tiny teeth tried to nip at the muzzle of the stranger, and her squirming rarely stopped, until she had to relax for a little while. Mother...where are you? The pitiful thought made the soon to be named Breezekit whimper ever so slightly, flicking her long, fluffy tail as she soon felt the ground under her, right before a cold breeze ruffled her short, silky fur. With a quick, stumbled run forward, she curled and nuzzled into the warm fur of the stranger, calming down from her former anger. A light purr, she soon felt her conscious slowly fade into the darkness of sleep, and her breathing evening calmly.

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The little black fur ball who was soon to be named Wolfkit didn't put up a fight as he was set down,his previous fire had abandoned him as he pondered the already foggy memory of his mother just walking away and not even looking back,seeming relieved.He completely forgot the fact that his eyes had finally opened but was focused on the fact that,even as a kit he understood the basics of life for a cat,one was the mother looked after them,not abandoned them.

The little black kit curled closer to the stranger she-cat,she was helping them,She was their mother,yes that made sense.As sleep clouded in around him in a comforting way the memory slowly faded to the fuzzy picture of some important cat walking away that he would remember later in life,but for now all that was important was growing up.

OOC:Since he will hate their mother when she meets them how about he remembers this memory in sharper detail when they meet so he will be even more hurt and angry

[ℓυиαя]

Upon reaching where Brightblossom had curled up with her new adopted family, Ashnight set the squirming kits down gently beside her, watching as some had already found their way into her warm fur. What a nice picture it made as the grey tom watched them silently, those yellow eyes warm. Especially when they looked at Brightblossom. How was it possible that the queen had made her way into his heart in such a short amount of time?

The tom didn't know.

What he did know was that for once he didn't want to go and skulk in the shadows, he didn't want to sit in silence and watch the clan. No, right here was where he wanted to be. Her inquiry couldn't have come at a better time.

"Lay with us?""for the kits, I mean. Two bodies will warmth them up faster than just myself."

How true that was, however Ashnight wondered whether she also asked for herself. Without a sound, the slender tom crouched down before lying on his stomach with his head on his paws, Brightblossom on one side of the kits and him on the other, his tail reaching around to touch hers as he lay there in silence. As he next words floated to his ears the tom gave a small, almost unnoticed shake of his head. "No.. You did the..right thing." Did she ever not?

[Dyzzie]

Brightblossom smiled as he lay down the last of the squirming kits, nuzzling them close to her to warm up, before looking up and meeting his warm yellow eyes with her own soft, and tender pale yellow. What better tom was there in the clan beside him. She smiled softly. She just . . . . couldn't let him go yet, and so she asked for him to join them, quickly adding that it was for the kits, though secretly she knew it was to keep him closer, for longer. She smiled as his tail touched hers, and by a brief instinct she flicked her tail lightly, letting the end curl around his, her gaze on the kittens to avoid him seeing just how embarrassed just managing to do that was. She glanced up when he spoke then, smiling in relief to here his assurance that she had done the right thing. Now . . . . to do the next right then. "They need names." This was suppose to be something queens did with their mates. Again, her heart almost took off as she realized that anyone looking on could get the wrong idea about herself and the tom. The kits could be an odd mix that would look like their own offspring, with her ginger based calico pelt, and his black based grey pelt. Oh, what if someone did get a wrong idea!

She shook the thought away, instead looking back to the kits, a small smile. Her gaze first fell to an average sized black tom-kit with white paws and a white chest, tapping his head, "You, little one shall be Stormkit?" Her gaze turned to Ashnight, nervous about choosing a bad name, a wrong name. Her gaze soon fell back to a small golden brown kit, the little girl had a fluffy tail, and she had to smile, touching her head as well, "You will be Squirrelkit, for that tail." Her gaze danced to the brother, the largest of all the kits, golden-brown, with white hindpaws and a fluffy tail, "And you shall be Lionkit." She meowed, dropping her muzzle to touch his head as well, before her gaze danced to the next kitten, smiling softly at them all, before looking at a short, but sleeked furred black female, with white on her muzzle, paws, and chest, "You shall be Breezekit" She declared, touching that kit lightly as well, starting to get more confident with her naming skills.

Four done, three left. Another male with the golden-brown fur, "You will be . . .Sunkit." She told the tom, touching him gently with her muzzle, smiling before eyeing the next kit, another black kit, with no markings, but large ears, she licked his forehead as she spoke his name, "And you shall be Wolfkit." She decided, and her gaze turned to the last kit. One more, golden-brown with white chest and paws, and black ticking his back, her muzzle touching him as well, "You, little one, will be Reedkit." She finally decided, "Stormkit, Squirrelkit, Lionkit, Breezekit, Sunkit, Wolfkit and Reedkit. Welcome to Talonclan." She purred, turning her gaze softly up to the male across the kits from her, a smile on her face, her gaze soft, not just because of the kits, but because of him.

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Lionkit, the golden-brown tom heard the name as he felt the strange, but becoming familiar female touch him. Lionkit, that had to be him. Lionkit. He purred, before snuggling into his sister, Squirrelkit's side with a soft purr, listening to his siblings names. Reedkit. Wolfkit. Sunkit. So many names. He yawned as he snuggled deeper, falling asleep with one name on his mind. Lionkit. He was Lionkit . . . of Talonclan. When he'd wake up, he'd find out what a Talonclan was.

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Breezekit heard someone name her. Wait! Name her, and this was not her mother? What the...but...She liked the name, and with a soft purr, she nestled closer to the large cat, who was actually seemed to be Ashnight, and her dark pelt met next to his. With a raise of her head, she felt a cold breeze each her, and with an unhappy mew, she dug herself deeper into the tom's fur, purring as warmth met her.

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When the black and white tom heard a strange series of sounds as the strange she-cat touched his head, he felt confused. Stormkit? What does that mean? When he heard that each of his siblings also got their own, he realized that they must be their names. Stormkit... His heart swelled in pride as he heard it. Talonclan... What was that? Their father? Mother? Yawning, he decided that he would figure out eventually. The now named Stormkit closed his eyes, snuggling up to his foster-mother, and fell into a deep sleep.

[Eveningbreeze]

Squirrelkit felt that the she-cat was purring again, and that she seemed to be telling something to her brother. She...was naming him?

She then turned to see her, and spoke something before touching her head. She tried to listen, but her ears didn't heard anything, so she tried to make sense of what she seemed to say with her mouth. Sirelkit, Quirrelkit...Squirrelkit? Was that her name?

She had so many questions to ask. This she-cat was kind, and the tom was still there...Were they her mother and father? If so...Who was that she-cat with the milk?

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The little black kit perked his big ears at the sound of the fem-no his mother,purring something and when he opened his eyes he saw her licking their heads in turn,he felt a warm behind him and was started to find a male cat,his father?of course,mama was acting close to him so he must be father.He made a loud mewling when his mother licked his forehead but stopped when he heard the name,Wolfkit,that must be him,he liked it.Wolfkit!

He tried to crawl to his feet but his still weak legs gave under him,making him stumble into father,having felt the cold wind even when just standing for a split second he decided to stay and curl up in the warmth of his family,he curled closer to father and felt sleep beckoning him.

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The golden tom heard the she-cat say something to all his siblings. Was she naming them? Yes, that was what it sounded like. So Reedkit was his name then, Reekit... He repeated it over and over again in his head, purring satisfied, he liked it! Reedkit tried to open his eyes, but he couldn´t. He was tired, everything that had happened was too much for a kit his age to handle. Wrapping his tail around his nose, he snuggled close to his mother, yawned, and lay down to sleep.

[ℓυиαя]

While Brightblossom went through and named the little squirming kits between them, the grey tom didn't let his eyes leave her, even when she was preoccupied. It was the little things, like the way she touched each of them softly with the gift of a name, or the way her eyes lit up as the kits moved and made little noises. Like the way she looked to him for reassurance. He nodded at her though as her confidence built up it was obvious she would have been fine on her own. 

The thin tail of his began stroking her tail softly as he watched from over a sea of mewling bundles. That gaze only fell as he felt a small dark ball snuggle up into his fur. It was a... different feeling but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. Reaching down, he touched his nose to Breezekits fur softly.

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With a soft purr as she felt warmer than she did before, Breezekit breathed in the tom's scent. Is this my father? The question echoed through her head, and as she felt something press to her silky black fur, she snuggled even closer to the tom, comforted by his warmth. I know that the she-cat is not my mother...but this must be my father! With a comfort over coming her as she knew at least one part of her parents, she slowly slipped into the unconscious, calm that was sleeping, her breathing even as she let a tiny snore once and awhile.

[Dyzzie]

So many tiny, wiggly kittens slowly resting and cuddling up, falling asleep with their new names gifted to them. No, not just any kittens, her kittens. She smiled softly, looking up at Ashnight tenderly, a very brief smile before giggling as he glanced down at the small dark kit snuggling into his fur. She lowered her muzzle to her paws, a purr building up in her throat as his tail stroked her own softly, smiling when he gently touched his nose to Breezekit's fur, "She likes you . . ." She purred softly, smiling down at the little kits that were curling up in her fur, her gaze delicate, gentle, "They're so perfect Ashnight . . ." She whispered softly, nuzzling them, "They might not be my kittens, but I'll raise them as my own." She vowed, before slowly looking up at him, her expression soft, tender, and reserved for him alone, "Thank you, for being here for me today . . ." She added, bridging the short gap to softly lick his cheek, a small show of affection that was beginning to become common between the two of them. Her gaze returned to the small kits, letting them snuggle, to rest for now. It had been a long day for them, and by morning she'll find another queen to help give them milk. Her gaze remained down, before she spoke one last sentence to Ashnight, using her downward gaze to hide her pale eyes from him, even as she admitted, "And for the record, the kit has good taste . . . . I'm rather fond of you too." Her tone light, playful, hiding the truth of just how deep those emotions were beginning to run.