The End of a Storm is Just the Beginning (Open)

[Icestorm]

Icestorm knew exactly what she had done, but she didn’t regret it. Watching her kits grow and be a part of the clan was more than rewarding in itself. Even watching the other kits and queens in the nursery was rewarding to the she-cat. She had loved every moment of it. She wasn’t a hunter, and fighter. but she was good at one thing. Taking care of kits and queens. It only took her having a litter of her own to find this out.

The sharp pains never went away. Always stopping her from doing all the things she wanted to do. but she knew they were over now. The pain was going away, a numb feeling was slowly taking over. Her vision was coming and out of focus. This was it.
Looking down to the six kits she smiled softly, or at least tried to. Six, they all looked so strong too. She couldn’t be prouder as a mother.

“Icestorm? Icestorm you need to stay awake. Hey can you hear me?” The small black queen called out to her friend. The sight was a sad one for her. She had watched the older queen struggle with the kits for so long, everyone knew it was going to be hard on her. but not this. Poppyshine was staring at her silver friend coated in blood. The first two kits were fine, high levels pain but nothing new in the nursery. but by the fourth there was a lot of blood. And by the fifth she stopped calling out in pain. “Icestorm? Icestorm stay awake.” Trying to think quickly she looked down to the kits, “Names. Icestorm what are you going to name them?”

The silver queen looked to her friend then back to her kits. She concentrated trying to bring their coats into focus. The last one was large looking kit, strong too, “Rockkit I hope you are as strong as your name,” she whispered. Poppyshine watched with sad eyes. She could see her friend leaving ever so slowly, “Specklekit for your beautiful speckled coat.”

There was a long pause before Poppyshine nudged Icestorm. “Keep going. I want to hear all their names.”

“I know. I was just thinking.” Icestorm lied, “I’ll call him Graykit.” She looked to her next kit, his fur reminded her of the ash that coated the forest after a fire, “Ashkit.”

Icestorm felt her head get heavy. She put her head on her front paws, her yellows starting to close. She was so tired. She knew why of course. This was the end. Her kits weren’t going to get to know their mother. She could only hope the other queens would help. but she knew they would. This was Leafclan, everyone took care of everyone.

”Icestorm. You need to stay awake.” Poppyshine felt the panic of losing her friend finally settle in. Just like herself these kits would know no mother. “What about the last two kits?” She asked voice cracking.

Icestorm opened her once bright yellow eyes, “Oh, such a pretty one. She deserves a pretty name. I like Dapplekit.” Her voice was just a soft broken whisper.

“Those are all great names Icestorm. What about the first born?” Poppyshine looked to her friend. “Icestorm?”


The unnamed tom meowed softly his world dark and soundless. He had no clue what was going on. He was finally getting over the shock of the cold air that hit him after being born and had been searching for food. The warmth and smell told him that whatever was in front of him was where he would find it. A loud uncontrolled purr escaped him. The small newborn kit unaware of the state of his mother.

Tags: Echo (Help me name my poor baby! lol) My other babies: Isilme Roselocke @firebird24811 @bluefeather Whiteleaf

[Echo]

Birdheart heard a commotion taking place in the nursery. She had been resting, but when Icestorm began giving birth she found it hard to push the howls of pain out of her head. So she just lied there and groaned, knowing it would be over soon and Icestorm would get to rest with her probably beautiful newborn kits. Birdheart would then get some rest too. Being a queen was hard work even if it didn't seem so. Having to feed yourself as well as a few kits and be able to move around with a heavy stomach was tiring. And it all led up to one final, painful grande finale. but the outcome was completely worth it, Birdheart knew Icestorm probably felt the same.

So she just lied there and waited patiently for those sighs of relief that every queen gave out.

Suddenly, something shifted in the room. It was as if the air had become dry; Birdheart almost choked at the strange difference. It was so odd, she swore someone had just whispered into her ear a silent goodbye. Birdheart had heard at least four new kits being born, but when she lifted her head to see what happened there were six. The last two were born in silence, unusual.

but she just put her head back down and pretended everything was fine, hoping that it was. Her eyes were wide, her ears were twitching, and her adrenaline was pumping in fear for the queen. She heard Poppyshine comforting Icestorm. They were naming the kits. 'Good - She isn't dead' She thought; the tiny voice in the back of her head whispered "yet" but she ignored it.

Five kits were named now. Birdheart couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up and walked over next to Poppyshine. Her and Poppyshine had not truly met before, but at this very moment they were probably thinking the same thing.

Icestorm wasn't going to make it.

"Come on! One more kit to name! You can rest after that! Please Icestorm just one more!" Birdheart hated death. She hated it as if it were an enemy. And she hated watching it steal the life of a cat when it isn't necessary. What purpose does killing this queen with six wonderful newborn kits have?

The presence of life in the room shifted again. The air turned to dust, oxygen to carbon dioxide. Birdheart fell at the spiritual change in the room. Face to the ground - tears gathered in her eyes. She didn't even know Icerstorm that well and it somehow had this effect on her. What if Thornfur ever... died? How could she cope? And these kits she was having? Her luck with kits was so far terrible. Death was becoming less of an enemy and more of a neighbor.

And here death was, sharing their poisoned sugar. Icestorm was dead, in the hands of starclan now. Birdheart stood back up and dropped her head in prayer. "Please take care of her and allow her to watch over her kits. That could be the most important privilege you give her. And tell her they will be cared for down here."

"Poppyshine, the kits will need milk." Her voice, filled with sorrow, broke the silence.

OOC: Slightly dramatic post but I felt like writing a lot

[Icestorm]

OOC: Just... just let me cry in my corner

Poppyshine looked to her uncle's mate Birdheart. Her yellow eyes filled with sorrow, "I... I know," The black queen looked to her small nest. She still had some milk left from her own litter, but could she really take on so many kits when her own two, Runningkit and Riverkit, were so much of a pawful for her?

but yet, Poppyshine remembered back to her own kithood. It was too similar to the one these kits were about to face. Her mother gave her life for her kit to be born. If it wasn't for the kindness of the other queens in the nursery she wouldn't be there now. Maybe she was suppose to be here. These kits, they needed someone. She couldn't let them go. Not when Icestorm had been there for her all this time. Not when she knew what they were going to face, the pain of never knowing your mother. To only be able to listen to the stories of her.

"I have some milk left. I'll take them." The young she-cat said with a new determination. She would treat them all like her own, but she would never lie to them. Icestorm will live on in their lives, even if its stories. They would know how much Icestorm loved them, even before she met them, how proud she was, how happy she looked at them in the short time they had together.

The loud purring of the large gray kit caught her attention. Her ears flattened at the sight of him. She let out the breath she hadn't known she was holding, "She never got to name him. I don't even know who the father is." She turned to Birdheart, "Should... Should we name him?"

[Echo]

Birdheart let a small smile crawl onto her face when Poppyshine decided to take on the kits. Birdheart knew they would be in good hands now.

She then looked at the nameless kit and nodded slowly. "He will be your 'kit'so you should name him. Also, it is so kind of you to take them on. I will be here to help anytime you need it." Birdheart gave Poppyshine the look of a family member that was proud. They had never truly met, but she felt like a family member to the younger she-cat. So she was proud that a kind and caring cat like Poppyshine was in her family.

[Icestorm]

Poppyshine looked to the older queen nodding her gratitude for the compliment. It meant a lot to her to hear it. Wait, Me name him. What in Starclan do I name him? She looked to the other kits they were all fairly similar looking kits. She went through their names again hoping they would help her. Let's see there were the she-cats, Speckledkit and Dapplekit. And then the toms Graykit, Ashkit, and Rockkit. Her eyes looked back to her dead friend, oh Icestorm what do I do?

"Oh! I know!" She smiled to herself. "How about Stormkit?" She turned back to Birdheart, "After his mother. I figured you know," she stopped talking looking back to the kit.

[Echo]

Birdhearts small smile expanded at the kits new name. "Yes, that is a nice idea. Naming him in memorial of his mother." She walked over to the kits and examined them to see if there were any obvious issues. She was no medicine cat, but they all seemed healthy. She looked back at Poppyshine. "Well, no time to waste." She grabbed Icestorms lifeless body by the neck and dragged her outside the nursery. She then walked back into the nursery to help Poppyshine. As soon as Poppyshine was settled she would ask a warrior for help with Icestorm and she would stand vigil that night.

While Birdheart was helping she got to thinking. 'Stormkit... hmmm. Such a nice way to remember the deceased. Gosh, I remember my dear Owlkit. Maybe I could do something like that..."[/b]

OOC:Poppyshine put the idea in her head I now blame you for her naming Owlkit 2.0... 0_0. Also where all da kits RPers at?

[Icestorm]

OOC: O.O Nooooo... damn it Poppyshine this is all her fault now... I don't know where they are at...

Poppyshine watched as Birdheart moved Icestorm away from the nursery. It was sad to see her bloody body being dragged away, but there was nothing to be done, it had to be done. Poppyshine pushed away some of the bloody nest, grabbing parts of her own over to help make it more comfortable to herself and the kits. She laid herself down in front of the six little ones. Her own kits would have make due with not sleeping on her stomach, which shouldn't be too hard for them they were older after all.

"Well little ones I hope I can be enough for you," she said thinking back to her own kits a sadness filled her.


The now named Stormkit cried out when the fading warmth he had been next to was gone. His heavy head moving trying to find to warmth again. There! but it smelled different, it even felt different. but he also smelt something good, it was sweet smelling. His body moved by instinct finding the new source of milk.

[Echo]

Birdheart looked at how Stormkit had already accepted Poppyshine and she smiled. Poppyshine seemed comfortable enough so Birdheart decided to go look for a warrior to help her with Icestorm. Before she left she said,
"Goodluck to you, Poppyshine. I will stand vigil tonight but I will keep you in my thoughts so Icestorm knows you wish you could be standing vigil as well." She nodded and then exited the nursery.

Lifeless. She now had a lifeless body to bury. but her big belly would prevent her from being able to do much. She will need help to complete the job.

OOC: Shall I make another thread about Ice's memorial and leave this one to Poppy and the kit's? I think your first OC deserves a proper burial. Thornfur could help out, also. Give them a chance to talk :3

[Icestorm]

OOC: Oh, do please. I shall bring out Thronfur for sure.

Poppyshine watched the kits with proud eyes. She could only hope that they would grow to be happy and strong. Just the way Icestorm wished for them. The queen laid her head down watching the kits carefully. I hope you are watching them Icestorm. They just might need it

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Doebreeze had been sleeping quietly in the furthest corner of the nursery. She had just recently been moved to the nursery, despite her best attempts to stay a warrior. Her stomach was simply getting in the way of her duties. She awoke when she heard Icestorm's pained noises. Instead of helping or questioning the birth, the Bengal she-cat simply rolled over to go back to sleep. Queens gave birth all the time and it always sounded like a dying mouse.

It was as she was drifting off that she heard Birdheart leave. Her ears pricked and she glanced half heartedly over her back to where Icestorm had been. Doebreeze's eyes widened at the sight of the blood stained nesting material that lay outside of the nest. Poppyshine now lay there, in place of Icestorm, curled around the newborn kittens.

"Do - do you need help? Or anything?" she stuttered out in a whisper as she climbed out of her nest.

Doebreeze didn't know Poppyshine very well, only that the black queen already had two kits of her own. The Bengal's golden eyes widened as she counted Icestorm's six kittens. How could any queen do that? Her swollen belly hung beneath her as a reminder of her own soon to come pain. Doebreeze wasn't due for another month but wondered if her developing unwanted milk for her unwanted kits could help sustain life for the kits who had lost their mother. She was a young queen, but eight kits seemed like an awful lot to take care of at once for any cat.

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[Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! My friend gave me her sims codes and I've been wrestling with my computer all weekend downloading stuff...]

The change from being warm and comfortable inside her mother, to squeezed out painfully, to somewhere cold and chilly, was bad enough. Still, there were small bodies around her Dapplekit recognized somewhere in the back of her head as siblings, and her mother had been warm, though she was getting cooler by the second. Dapplekit mewled and pawed about her blindly, trying to find the milk her instincts told her would be there, but wasn't. Then, before she could finish the search, she felt the body of her mother being moved away. The milk was going away! Dapplekit thrashed about, trying to gain the not-yet-developed muscles to get up after her mother, but it was no use. Then she felt another body settling near her, one different than her mother, but with the same sweet milk scent. Dapplekit stopped mewling piteously for her mother to come back, pawing the air until she found a teat. Latching on, she found it gave the milk she'd been looking for. Finally, Dapplekit settled down, thoughts of her mother already slipping away as she drifted into sleep. It had been a very exhausting birth, after all.

[Icestorm]

Poppyshine's head popped up to look with the sound of Doebreeze's question. The small queen smiled at the offer. Just like her own kithood the queens of Leafclan seemed to truly care about all the kits. She was glad that there not doubt about that. "For now, I think they maybe fine." Even with the concern of the other queens Poppyshine could not hide the sorrow she still felt for the loss of her friend. "Thank you for the offer. I'm sure they would appreciate it." The black she-cat brushed her tail over the kits in a reassuring manner.

[Whiteleaf]

(Sorry, just saw this)

A silver lilac tabby tom kit started mewling as soon as he was born. Graykit felt a nice warm body with the sweet scent of milk, but the scent of something else tainted the air. The tom wiggled his way inbwteen his littermates, trying to find a free teat. The feisty kit loud wailed finally quieted down as some milk finally entered his mouth. Just as Gray was about to doze off, he felt the body his his mother suddenly going away. He started to wail once more in protest, but they began to cease once a new body took the place of his mothers. He quickly found that that was a new source of delicious food for him.