Post by Eveningbreeze on Apr 8, 2015 21:45:27 GMT -5
(Tags: @snowykcnomre (Russetkit), @rachie66756 (Briarkit), Puddlesdog (Foxkit), LazyKitt (Rowankit). This is after the battle with MidnightClan)
Marigoldpetal curled on her nest, her fluffy tail twitching with discomfort. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't sleep. The ginger and white she-cat opened her eyes, wimpering quietly. Everytime she tried to doze off, violent images came to her mind. A side effect of the battle against MidnightClan, she supposed.
The queen stood up with difficulty, she needed to ask Duskflame for some poppy seeds. She had been told something about those seeds not being good for pregnant she-cats, but this lack of sleep couldn't be good for her future kits neither. Nor for her.
She padded out of her nest, but a sudden pain made her stop. Marigoldpetal took a step back, knowing better than to mistake that new pain of her body for a bellyache or anything similar. but...It still felt too soon. She wasn't ready yet for this! And just now, when almost everyone on her clan was sleeping!
Nervous, Marigoldpetal tried to keep herself calm, she could do this without anyone's help. There were kits sleeping nearby, so she tried to stay as quiet as possible as the contractions came back.
...Was the night ever going to end?
The sun had begun to rise when Marigoldpetal left out a sigh of relief, her body was tired but the pain was finally gone. With sleepy eyes, she glanced at the five kits beside her. Newborn kits had always been her weakness, even back when she was a kit herself, and these kits were hers. Smiling, she allowed herself to forget all the stress she had been suffering the last hours. She had to give these precious kits names.
She nuzzled the tortoiseshell she-kit with awe on her eyes. She knew what she would be naming her, there was no question about it. "Briarkit"-She purred-"So you will be as strong and brave as Briarclaw". Even if the deputy's more recent decisions still made her feel a little uneasy, she still remembered how kind the older she-cat had been with her when she was just Marigoldkit. She had been like a second mother figure to her.
Her gaze turned to the black she-kit, and was about to say something when some light fell on the kit's pelt, revealing the reddish shine her pelt had. Even if the reddish tone shouldn't had surprised her, she felt something breaking on her heart. "Russetkit...Your name will be Russetkit"-She mewed quietly, remembering with guilt the MidnightClan apprentice she had helped to kill on that horrible battle. Maybe if she named a kit after the Midnightclanner, StarClan would forgive her.
Trying to think of something else, she turned to the other kits. The next kit was a tom with almost black ginger pelt, only lightened by some white here and there. "You darling will be Foxkit"-She mewed, trying to smile again. She turned to the next kit, his pelt was the same shade of ginger of his mother. "Rowankit"-She purred, thinking about how her mother had chosen to name her after a plant. She would do the same.
Lastly, she licked the last kit, but froze when she noticed that he was missing a leg. Worried, she decided she needed to ask someone about it later, but the little tom seemed fine otherwise, so she let it be. She thought about the newts and the frogs, who start their lives without legs. Maybe her kit was similar to them, in some strange way.
"Newtkit"-She decided, before curling around her kits and trying to sleep at last. Maybe with her kits with her, no night terrors would come to get her.
The little ginger kit didn't liked this, and squealed trying to get his mother to lick his head again. Finally, Newtkit gave up, and decided to start to suckle milk instead. His hunger was first, after all. His mother would wake up.
Marigoldpetal curled on her nest, her fluffy tail twitching with discomfort. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't sleep. The ginger and white she-cat opened her eyes, wimpering quietly. Everytime she tried to doze off, violent images came to her mind. A side effect of the battle against MidnightClan, she supposed.
The queen stood up with difficulty, she needed to ask Duskflame for some poppy seeds. She had been told something about those seeds not being good for pregnant she-cats, but this lack of sleep couldn't be good for her future kits neither. Nor for her.
She padded out of her nest, but a sudden pain made her stop. Marigoldpetal took a step back, knowing better than to mistake that new pain of her body for a bellyache or anything similar. but...It still felt too soon. She wasn't ready yet for this! And just now, when almost everyone on her clan was sleeping!
Nervous, Marigoldpetal tried to keep herself calm, she could do this without anyone's help. There were kits sleeping nearby, so she tried to stay as quiet as possible as the contractions came back.
...Was the night ever going to end?
The sun had begun to rise when Marigoldpetal left out a sigh of relief, her body was tired but the pain was finally gone. With sleepy eyes, she glanced at the five kits beside her. Newborn kits had always been her weakness, even back when she was a kit herself, and these kits were hers. Smiling, she allowed herself to forget all the stress she had been suffering the last hours. She had to give these precious kits names.
She nuzzled the tortoiseshell she-kit with awe on her eyes. She knew what she would be naming her, there was no question about it. "Briarkit"-She purred-"So you will be as strong and brave as Briarclaw". Even if the deputy's more recent decisions still made her feel a little uneasy, she still remembered how kind the older she-cat had been with her when she was just Marigoldkit. She had been like a second mother figure to her.
Her gaze turned to the black she-kit, and was about to say something when some light fell on the kit's pelt, revealing the reddish shine her pelt had. Even if the reddish tone shouldn't had surprised her, she felt something breaking on her heart. "Russetkit...Your name will be Russetkit"-She mewed quietly, remembering with guilt the MidnightClan apprentice she had helped to kill on that horrible battle. Maybe if she named a kit after the Midnightclanner, StarClan would forgive her.
Trying to think of something else, she turned to the other kits. The next kit was a tom with almost black ginger pelt, only lightened by some white here and there. "You darling will be Foxkit"-She mewed, trying to smile again. She turned to the next kit, his pelt was the same shade of ginger of his mother. "Rowankit"-She purred, thinking about how her mother had chosen to name her after a plant. She would do the same.
Lastly, she licked the last kit, but froze when she noticed that he was missing a leg. Worried, she decided she needed to ask someone about it later, but the little tom seemed fine otherwise, so she let it be. She thought about the newts and the frogs, who start their lives without legs. Maybe her kit was similar to them, in some strange way.
"Newtkit"-She decided, before curling around her kits and trying to sleep at last. Maybe with her kits with her, no night terrors would come to get her.
The little ginger kit didn't liked this, and squealed trying to get his mother to lick his head again. Finally, Newtkit gave up, and decided to start to suckle milk instead. His hunger was first, after all. His mother would wake up.
