Creation and the Nameless Darkness (Birthing Thread)

[Lightningtrail]

((Tagging DanaBelle, Ambrose, Wolf, and Whiteleaf your kit from Flowerstripe's litter has been born! Feel free to play them now!))

Flowerstripe yawned, her eyes half closed as she laid in her soft nest. She stared blankly at the nursery roof, her belly exposed as she rolled onto her back. Her pregnant belly poked out and made her look quite chubby, but that was to be expected at the time. After all, she had been aware that she was reaching the end of her term, and she was not at all looking forward to birth. The muscles in her face tensed as she though about the horrible experience she had gone through when she had given birth to Lizardkit all those moons ago. She was a young cat then, a new warrior and a new queen. Her body was lithe and strong, but she could feel the moons slowly chip at her bones since then. She was not as fast, nor was she as skilled. If birth had been so difficult, so painful, then, how would it be any better now? 

Her eyes widened with the sudden pain that coursed through her spine. She could not stop a small shriek from escaping her lips and she instinctively rolled over again. Her claws extended, fumbling against the dirt as she searched for something to hold onto, to bite on. One of her claws snagged a branch, and she quickly brought it to her in order to bite on it during the tough parts of what she knew was to come. 

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Flowerstripe stared in awe at the five kittens laid at her belly. She created them. They were a part of her that had been released in order to fulfill it's own destiny. Even though this was her second litter, she still found it hard to fathom that she had just had a part in making life. She reached her head up, looking them over. Three of them looked weaker than the other two. She sniffed them each, worry in her eyes. At this point, she could only hope that they would be ok. I should name them now, she thought, then, if something did go wrong... She gave her head a slight shake and then looked back at her kits. 

"You will be Cherrykit," She mewed,"And you will be Breezekit. You can be Petalkit and you will be Briarkit. And you..." She trailed off, looking at the final nameless kitten. He stood out from the rest, his pelt the only darkness in her bright litter. She tapped the tiny tom on the head with her nose. "I will name you after I rest, little one," She mewed sleepily. Her head dropped to her paws, and she gazed at her kits with love. I created them.