Post by Dyzzie on Mar 16, 2015 1:08:01 GMT -5
Tags: ℓυиαя @minty - for Foxkit @midnightruin - not sure what you were going to name your kit, so just pretend like she named her xP @lemon - for Morningkit.
The other eight kits xP @shimmerstar1161 for Stormkit, Eveningbreeze for Squirrelkit Roselocke for breezekit @midnightruin for Wolfkit @silentsong for Reedkit. They do not need to be present in this thread, but incause you wish them to be xP
IC:
The female was curled up asleep, her fluffy, plumed tail coiled about her as if to ward off the cold of the newleaf air. She slept with ease, feeling safe with her mate close by - the knowledge he'd stayed behind to keep an eye on her, to stay close to her. Her and their unborn kits. Nestled close to the female where eight other kittens, the one's she'd adopted, taken in. Ones who would only be a little older than the new batch. A moon at most.
What neither she, nor the kits, nor her mate knew where the new kits were close to coming. Not until the first stab of pain alerted her into a waking position, her head jolting up. Instantly she turned to eye her belly, nudging it and feeling one of the kits inside shift, move slightly. She assumed it was a kit kicking and turned to curl back up, before another jolt of pain a faint whimper leaving the female this time, before she sat up, eyeing her belly. Oh god.
Another jolt of pain, watching the movement of her body - she knew. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Where was Ashnight? Crap and the medicine cat was not a part of the clan either. She whimpered, pulling herself away from the sleeping kits just enough to try and get comfortable, trying to force her body to stop. This was not the right time. Not the right time at all! There was hardly anybody even LEFT!
Another stab of pain started a yowl out of the queen, before she quickly glanced at the kittens, praying she didn't wake them up. but the yowl had startled a queen who was instantly at her side, brushing a muzzle against her neck, and just like that - like with any of the other queens, they were helping. Immediately one of the queens sent an older kitten - one of the ones that was ready to be an apprentice - out to fetch Ashnight, the kit running quickly to find the tom, let him know his mate was ready to give birth, of course the kit only knew the female was shrieking in pain, not the birth part.
The females knew what to do, giving the queen a few herbs to help the pain, help the birthing, telling her she had to wait, had to wait. They managed to get her to move to a new nest, away from the young kits she was raising and getting her to lay down, stretch out, reassuringly telling her that she'd be fine.
Brightblossom disagreed. This shit sucked. She yowled again, another wave of pain wracking her body, before it died down and she could breath again. Soon they kept saying. Soon. Soon was not soon enough. She wasn't 'ready' the kept meowing. Not ready at all, they explained. She had to wait until the pain bursts were quicker before the real kitting could begin. She whimper, pulling a paw over her muzzle, ears pinned back, before another wave of pain, another yowl as loud as can be.
A queen dashed off, searching for a stick for her to bite, while the others stayed close, trying to keep her calm, reminding her to wait, anxious for the moment the female's contractions would be close enough. Another 10 minutes, and it was time. She growled against the stick in her mouth, biting down hard as she was told to push, and finally, the first kitten was birthed. She pushed the stick away, breathing hard as she pulled the kit to her, quickly cleaning it off, licking it's eyes, it's nose, it's ears, it's mouth, hearing the first cry that meant it was alive.
She continued to lick it, feeling the reprive, taking in the small kitten (@minty). A male, average size. A ginger tabby, with white on the belly, chest, and a white tail tip, four white legs, and two black sock. His cries were weak, but she pulled him close anyways. He didn't seem fully well - but he was alive. The first one was alive. but the pain was still there. In a few moments, she was screaming again, the stick no longer in her mouth as she fought the pain, pushing out another kit.
This kit was then pulled to her as well, cleaned and licked, the kit taking her first breath before screaming, crying, mewling with out a stop. A few of the nearby queens managed faint chuckles as Brightblossom stared at the kit with an almost uncertain look, before continuing to clean the the crying kitten. As she licked her new, and first born daughter, though, the grey kitten began to calm down, and soon she could look over this kit too. Same size as the first. gray, short fur. Black flecks, all legs but one where white. Only one black sock. Beautiful.
Of course, the pause didn't last long, the next kitten so pushing with pain, desperate to join it's siblings. Te female was exhausted at this point, mewling and crying as she pushed this kitten out too. A little one that looked a lot like her. Female, of average size. She set to work quickly, cleaning and licking this one dry as well, desperate to check her out. Long fur was proving difficult to lick clean though, especially as the kitten kept moving around (@lemon). but finally she was dry and a beautiful little dilute calico, white muzzle, white tail tip, one white leg, two black paws, and black flecks. Beautiful and healthy.
Now, she wanted to be done. Apparently this wasn't all. She cried more weakly, pushing out one right after the other this time. An average size female, lean and slender, who was quickly cleaned next to a average sized tom. She licked both up quickly, cleaning and drying them, before pulling them close as well. The little girl with fluffy dark grey fur, whitecoating her body, black ticking on her back, (@midnightruin), she was a beautiful little girl. An excellent mix of her white, and her father's grey pelt.
Her attention turned to the tom, breathing heavily as she looked over the dilute calico fur. On a tom, she couldn't believe it. He had white all over, mimicking her pelt to a tea, but far lighter in color. Where she was red and black coated, he was pale cream and pale grey. Black paws made up his little look. but like a few other kits, he was unhealthy as well. Unhealthy - but alive. (ℓυиαя).
She was anxious to be done now, certain she had to be at the pause, the lack of pain. She snuggled the newly born kittens closer before the sudden slam of pain hit her hard and she cried out, the sound raw, startled. Pushing as a final kit slid out. This one different then the others. She was small, extremely tiny, and unmoving. Fear wracked her heart as Brightblossom stared at her last child before quickly moving to pull the tiny kit between her paws, licking feverishly. A few queens watched sadly - doubting the kit would be alive.
Brightblossom didn't stop, licking the medium length fur of the kitten, the calico fur fluffying up as she did so, pale cream and pale grey in patch works. White coating the majority of this kit, far more than the previously born brother, small black socks on each tiny foot, black flecking her back, the kitten still didn't move. Still didn't cry.
A tear was beginning to form as Brightblossom continued to lick the kitten, praying to Starclan as she fought to get the child up, the hear the child's cry, to see the infant move. And finally, a small mew. Brightblossom pulled back, tears flowing down her face as she looked to see the small bundle shift, coiling slowly before the mewling became louder. Dear god, she was alive.
Soon the kit, so much smaller than her siblings joined the others, the little runt soon finding the same thing her siblings had already located, locking her tiny muzzle around flesh before nursing the milk that was necessary to help the little one grow. Only as she stared at the six tiny forms nursing did the queen collapse fully onto her side, her eyes closing, exhausted, warn out, completely spent. She forced her eyes open, and immediately searched the shadows, looking for Ashnight, "Ash . . ." Only the first part of his name made it past her lips before the queen closed her eyes again, a signal for him to approach, to meet his new kittens, to convince her to stay awake long enough to name them.
This kitting stuff was hard work. Six little, wiggly, tiny creatures curled close and eight more were in the next nest over. One was awake. Lionkit looked at his mother, the six new kittens, the scent of milk. "Momma?" Brightblossom opened one eye at the kitten before smiling reassuringly, motioning with her tail for him to come forward. Instantly the kit did, nearly stumbling over his own paws as he moved to her, curling up against her chest, his tiny paws hooked over one leg as he half hid behind her forelegs to peer at the new kittens. "They're really my siblings?" He asked. She'd explained to the kits that they'd be having new brothers and sisters soon, but it wasn't until this point that Lionkit believed her as he stared at the kits, bigger than even the biggest one, "They're so tiny." He meowed in wonder, before gently licking one of the females on the head, "Hi sis." He meowed softly, before grinning. New siblings. He glanced up again to find his mother was asleep. Watching her for a moment, he curled up as well, eyes on the new kittens who were just now finishing their nursing and falling asleep cuddled into his mother's long fur, just like he was.
The other eight kits xP @shimmerstar1161 for Stormkit, Eveningbreeze for Squirrelkit Roselocke for breezekit @midnightruin for Wolfkit @silentsong for Reedkit. They do not need to be present in this thread, but incause you wish them to be xP
IC:
The female was curled up asleep, her fluffy, plumed tail coiled about her as if to ward off the cold of the newleaf air. She slept with ease, feeling safe with her mate close by - the knowledge he'd stayed behind to keep an eye on her, to stay close to her. Her and their unborn kits. Nestled close to the female where eight other kittens, the one's she'd adopted, taken in. Ones who would only be a little older than the new batch. A moon at most.
What neither she, nor the kits, nor her mate knew where the new kits were close to coming. Not until the first stab of pain alerted her into a waking position, her head jolting up. Instantly she turned to eye her belly, nudging it and feeling one of the kits inside shift, move slightly. She assumed it was a kit kicking and turned to curl back up, before another jolt of pain a faint whimper leaving the female this time, before she sat up, eyeing her belly. Oh god.
Another jolt of pain, watching the movement of her body - she knew. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Where was Ashnight? Crap and the medicine cat was not a part of the clan either. She whimpered, pulling herself away from the sleeping kits just enough to try and get comfortable, trying to force her body to stop. This was not the right time. Not the right time at all! There was hardly anybody even LEFT!
Another stab of pain started a yowl out of the queen, before she quickly glanced at the kittens, praying she didn't wake them up. but the yowl had startled a queen who was instantly at her side, brushing a muzzle against her neck, and just like that - like with any of the other queens, they were helping. Immediately one of the queens sent an older kitten - one of the ones that was ready to be an apprentice - out to fetch Ashnight, the kit running quickly to find the tom, let him know his mate was ready to give birth, of course the kit only knew the female was shrieking in pain, not the birth part.
The females knew what to do, giving the queen a few herbs to help the pain, help the birthing, telling her she had to wait, had to wait. They managed to get her to move to a new nest, away from the young kits she was raising and getting her to lay down, stretch out, reassuringly telling her that she'd be fine.
Brightblossom disagreed. This shit sucked. She yowled again, another wave of pain wracking her body, before it died down and she could breath again. Soon they kept saying. Soon. Soon was not soon enough. She wasn't 'ready' the kept meowing. Not ready at all, they explained. She had to wait until the pain bursts were quicker before the real kitting could begin. She whimper, pulling a paw over her muzzle, ears pinned back, before another wave of pain, another yowl as loud as can be.
A queen dashed off, searching for a stick for her to bite, while the others stayed close, trying to keep her calm, reminding her to wait, anxious for the moment the female's contractions would be close enough. Another 10 minutes, and it was time. She growled against the stick in her mouth, biting down hard as she was told to push, and finally, the first kitten was birthed. She pushed the stick away, breathing hard as she pulled the kit to her, quickly cleaning it off, licking it's eyes, it's nose, it's ears, it's mouth, hearing the first cry that meant it was alive.
She continued to lick it, feeling the reprive, taking in the small kitten (@minty). A male, average size. A ginger tabby, with white on the belly, chest, and a white tail tip, four white legs, and two black sock. His cries were weak, but she pulled him close anyways. He didn't seem fully well - but he was alive. The first one was alive. but the pain was still there. In a few moments, she was screaming again, the stick no longer in her mouth as she fought the pain, pushing out another kit.
This kit was then pulled to her as well, cleaned and licked, the kit taking her first breath before screaming, crying, mewling with out a stop. A few of the nearby queens managed faint chuckles as Brightblossom stared at the kit with an almost uncertain look, before continuing to clean the the crying kitten. As she licked her new, and first born daughter, though, the grey kitten began to calm down, and soon she could look over this kit too. Same size as the first. gray, short fur. Black flecks, all legs but one where white. Only one black sock. Beautiful.
Of course, the pause didn't last long, the next kitten so pushing with pain, desperate to join it's siblings. Te female was exhausted at this point, mewling and crying as she pushed this kitten out too. A little one that looked a lot like her. Female, of average size. She set to work quickly, cleaning and licking this one dry as well, desperate to check her out. Long fur was proving difficult to lick clean though, especially as the kitten kept moving around (@lemon). but finally she was dry and a beautiful little dilute calico, white muzzle, white tail tip, one white leg, two black paws, and black flecks. Beautiful and healthy.
Now, she wanted to be done. Apparently this wasn't all. She cried more weakly, pushing out one right after the other this time. An average size female, lean and slender, who was quickly cleaned next to a average sized tom. She licked both up quickly, cleaning and drying them, before pulling them close as well. The little girl with fluffy dark grey fur, whitecoating her body, black ticking on her back, (@midnightruin), she was a beautiful little girl. An excellent mix of her white, and her father's grey pelt.
Her attention turned to the tom, breathing heavily as she looked over the dilute calico fur. On a tom, she couldn't believe it. He had white all over, mimicking her pelt to a tea, but far lighter in color. Where she was red and black coated, he was pale cream and pale grey. Black paws made up his little look. but like a few other kits, he was unhealthy as well. Unhealthy - but alive. (ℓυиαя).
She was anxious to be done now, certain she had to be at the pause, the lack of pain. She snuggled the newly born kittens closer before the sudden slam of pain hit her hard and she cried out, the sound raw, startled. Pushing as a final kit slid out. This one different then the others. She was small, extremely tiny, and unmoving. Fear wracked her heart as Brightblossom stared at her last child before quickly moving to pull the tiny kit between her paws, licking feverishly. A few queens watched sadly - doubting the kit would be alive.
Brightblossom didn't stop, licking the medium length fur of the kitten, the calico fur fluffying up as she did so, pale cream and pale grey in patch works. White coating the majority of this kit, far more than the previously born brother, small black socks on each tiny foot, black flecking her back, the kitten still didn't move. Still didn't cry.
A tear was beginning to form as Brightblossom continued to lick the kitten, praying to Starclan as she fought to get the child up, the hear the child's cry, to see the infant move. And finally, a small mew. Brightblossom pulled back, tears flowing down her face as she looked to see the small bundle shift, coiling slowly before the mewling became louder. Dear god, she was alive.
Soon the kit, so much smaller than her siblings joined the others, the little runt soon finding the same thing her siblings had already located, locking her tiny muzzle around flesh before nursing the milk that was necessary to help the little one grow. Only as she stared at the six tiny forms nursing did the queen collapse fully onto her side, her eyes closing, exhausted, warn out, completely spent. She forced her eyes open, and immediately searched the shadows, looking for Ashnight, "Ash . . ." Only the first part of his name made it past her lips before the queen closed her eyes again, a signal for him to approach, to meet his new kittens, to convince her to stay awake long enough to name them.
This kitting stuff was hard work. Six little, wiggly, tiny creatures curled close and eight more were in the next nest over. One was awake. Lionkit looked at his mother, the six new kittens, the scent of milk. "Momma?" Brightblossom opened one eye at the kitten before smiling reassuringly, motioning with her tail for him to come forward. Instantly the kit did, nearly stumbling over his own paws as he moved to her, curling up against her chest, his tiny paws hooked over one leg as he half hid behind her forelegs to peer at the new kittens. "They're really my siblings?" He asked. She'd explained to the kits that they'd be having new brothers and sisters soon, but it wasn't until this point that Lionkit believed her as he stared at the kits, bigger than even the biggest one, "They're so tiny." He meowed in wonder, before gently licking one of the females on the head, "Hi sis." He meowed softly, before grinning. New siblings. He glanced up again to find his mother was asleep. Watching her for a moment, he curled up as well, eyes on the new kittens who were just now finishing their nursing and falling asleep cuddled into his mother's long fur, just like he was.
