New Life [Tagged/Open]

[Twix]

Firelight was exhausted but her green gaze was full of love. Love and pride that swelled deep within her as she gazed down at three gorgeous kits that were nestled in the crook of her belly. If only your father could see you now. Gently she had nosed them toward her, pulling them closer towards her until they began to suckle. She touched her nose to each of their heads as she named them, speaking softly to herself in the nursery. First was the tom who reflected her own ginger tabby pelt, the only one to have her markings. "You will be Alderkit, named for the rare red alders that dot our territory. Our home." She let the words she had spoken sink into the air around her as she moved to the next one, touching it softly just as she did the other. This kit had long, fluffy white fur. "My only daughter, you will be named Plumkit. I hope it is as graceful and as beautiful as you are, my darling." Another pause; the whole world seemed to have stopped as her bright green gaze fell upon the last kit. A white tom with short fur. He had the closest resemblance to his father. The she-cat's heart ached as she thought about the tom that laid in a different clan, far away from her now. She wondered if he would ever be able to lay eyes on them. Even gingerly than before, the she-cat tipped her head to touch the tom's stark white fur. "And Driftkit, for the father you will never know." The last words came out barely more than a whisper, and even in the quiet of the nursery, the words seemed to fade into the air as if they had never been said. Oh, Driftmist, our kits are so precious. You would be so proud of them. 

[Tags: Carotius nomstar Glorilyss]

[Finally we're going to get this going! I'm so sorry it took so long. It'll be slow going most likely, but I'm hoping for the best. And I hope I've done well for a first post. <3]

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The little ginger tom felt the gentle caress of his mother. Well, he assumed that she was his mother. She smelt like milk. And to him, that ment mother. The little tom pushed up against her, enjoying the soft feel of her fur on his little head. Around him, the sounds sounded distorted, as if he was hearing them from behind something. To be honest, he was. He was snuggled up behind his two siblings. but something was missing. Another cat. Who was it? Someone important. Like his mother, but without the milk. Oh well. He would figure it out later. Now he was hungry. The little tom latched onto his mothers belly and was glad when sweet milk began to trickle out.