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Post by rem<EMBER me on Nov 12, 2007 19:17:29 GMT -5
A creamy brown she-cat was laying in the newly built nursery, her breath coming in quick gasps. Her bright green eyes were glazed over with pain as she looked around for her mate. "Noblestar!" She called, hoping he would hear her and come running. As she waited, the pain she felt worsened.
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Lunarstorm was still laying down, but now there were five small kits by her side. She looked down at them and smiled before nudging them towards her belly to nurse. Then she looked up and saw Emberfrost. "Good job, young one." The old she-cat meowed. "They all look strong."
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Post by Amber on Nov 12, 2007 19:29:23 GMT -5
"Lunarstorm!" Noblestar's anguished cry sounded from outside the nursery as he streaked in, his fur fluffed up. It began to lie flat as he took in the scene, sighing in relief. He still held the fresh-kill he had been hunting in his mouth, a pheasant, and he set it down, eyes bright green and filled with love. "You had me worried, I thought something had gone wrong and...oh, I love you, Lunarstorm." He padded over to her, but hung back a mouse-length, unsure if his mate was too frail to sit beside. Instead, he looked at one of the kits, trying to think of names.
"You may name them what you want, but a suggestion..." he began, pointing with his tail to a small gray and white kit almost exactly like him, except for the various patterns. It was a she-kit, and she was wriggling towards the pheasant, sniffing the air and mewling pitifully. "Pheasantkit? She seems to like that pheasant," he remarked, "And pheasants are lucky to catch. Maybe she's one in a million." Then his gaze swept to a creamy brown tabby tom kit that was sprawled out, suckling from Lunarstorm in a sort of delicate way. His pelt was the color of a wren's underbelly. "And Wrenkit."
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Nov 12, 2007 19:46:49 GMT -5
Lunarstorm looked up at her mate, a smile on her face. "Those are great names." She meowed, purring softly. Then she looked at the three remaining kits, her eyes narrowed in thought. "He will be Specklekit." She meowed, touching the rare tortoiseshell tom with the tip of her tail. "And this one... I think I'll name her Silverkit." She paused, nudging Silverkit closer to her stomach. Then she looked at the last she-kit, a creamy colored cat with gray spots. "And she will be Leopardkit." Then she looked up at her mate and asked, "Are those names okay with you?"
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Post by Amber on Nov 12, 2007 19:54:38 GMT -5
Noblestar nodded approval. "Fine names," he purred, but still hung back. He longed to brush up against her, but even the gentlest touch might hurt her. With no knowledge of how badly it would be, he couldn't safely lie next to her. He smiled lovingly though, and his expression said it all. "They're beautiful kits," he commented, "They'll grow up to be strong warriors."
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Nov 14, 2007 19:11:22 GMT -5
Lunarstorm purred, her eyes showing her love for Noblestar. "Maybe one of them could be leader like you someday." She looked back down at the kits and nudged Pheasantkit closer to her stomach. "She does seem to like that pheasant..." She murmured.
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Post by Amber on Nov 14, 2007 19:15:30 GMT -5
Noblestar chuckled. "She'll be a great hunter," he observed, "Her sense of smell is great if she could smell it from over there. Then again, all kit's sesne of smell is seemingly superkitten when their eyes and ears are disfunctional." He blinked. "I'm not a very good leader," he confessed, "I keep getting the feeling everyone thinks my leadership is lacking."
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Nov 15, 2007 15:43:00 GMT -5
"No one I know questions your leadership abilities." Lunarstorm murmured, her green eyes focused on Noblestar. "And I think you're a great leader." As she said this, she looked down at her kits, smiling at them.
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