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Post by rem<EMBER me on Jul 18, 2008 22:24:14 GMT -5
A silver she-cat yowled, her voice cutting through the air like the claws of a badger. Streamsong was kitting. "Devilsoul!" She yowled, wishing her mate would come stand by her side. The femme just needed someone there to comfort her, then everything would be just fine. Her blue eyes were glazed over with pain as her breathing grew more rapid.
Next thing the femme knew, there were six little bundles of fur laying by her side, kneading her stomach and mewing. She smiled, then pushed them closer so they could get milk. [/center]
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Post by Amber on Jul 18, 2008 23:28:20 GMT -5
Devilsoul had been frozen in horror in the shadows the whole time. He wanted to help his mate, but his legs wouldnt work. Finally, seeing she was alright, he urged his legs to obey him at once. He managed to step forward a few pawsteps into the light.
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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 19, 2008 18:18:56 GMT -5
Sootpaw sat up in his nest in the medicine cat's den, his ears pricked. His harks flipped towards the nursery, where a cat was crying out. He was in his paws in less than a heartbeat, scurrying through the medicine cat den looking for Lilystorm. She wasn't there! "foxdung!" He hissed. She must be out gathering herbs. He racked his brain, looking through the supplies for herbs he could use to help, but all that came to mind was borage. His forehead scrunched. He knew what else...what was it that gave a cat strength...it snapped suddenly. Juniper!! He grabbed a few of the berries along with the leaves he already had and raced to the nursery.
Poking his head in cautiously, he realized that the howling had stopped. A silence hung, and he prayed that the kits he knew some she-cat had been having had already come, and something terrible hadn't happened instead to make the silence. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he breathed out in relief and then sharply back in in surprise. Six kits! SIX!! That was an awful lot of kits!! Would the she-cat be able to support them all with her milk? He was suddenly glad he'd been able to recognize the borage easily. "Are you alright Streamsong?" He meowed as he recognized the queen. "I brought some herbs." He placed the leaves and berries beside the she-cat and stepped back to give her some space again. "They'll give you strength and more milk for all of these hungry mouths." He told her. [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Jul 19, 2008 20:46:56 GMT -5
Streamsong smiled weakly, looking up at Sootpaw. "Thank you." She murmured, her voice weak. The femme ate the herbs, knowing they would help. "Lilystorm is lucky to have such a good apprentice." She commented. Then she turned to look at Devilsoul. "We should name them." She meowed. "How about Otterkit for that small dark brown tom... then Frostkit for the all gray she-cat and Frecklekit for the black she-cat with the gray splashes." She paused, looking at each of her kits in turn. "You can name the rest." [/center]
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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 20, 2008 1:02:44 GMT -5
Sootpaw swelled with pride at the compliment and lowered his head modestly. "Thank you," He muttered softly, his shy demeanor showing clearly, "but I'm sure I'm more lucky to have such a good mentor." He stepped back yet another step as they began to name the kits. He sat down by the entrance, some of the nervous tension running through his viens already beginning to lessen. It felt good to help other cats like this! those are great names. He thought, looking at each of the six gorgeous kits. His blue eyes turned to Devilsoul. Sootpaw knew the tom must be very proud to have so many fine kits. The young tom wondered if maybe he should try to find Lilystorm now. [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Amber on Jul 20, 2008 13:06:41 GMT -5
Devilsoul nodded uncertaintly, taking a step forward. "Umm, how about Bouncekit?" he mumbled, resting his tail on a silver and white she-kit that was currently clambering over her 5 siblings as fast as a kit could go, and once she reached the other side, she would turn around and go back again. "And Jollykit..." he continued, slightly louder. He was hoping these names would predict the personalities of these kits. Resting his tail on a black tom with a gray spot on his face and gray tail. The last kit, a black tom with gray splotches and brown speckles, he named after a pause. "Gallantkit?" It was more of a question than an answer, and he glanced up at Streamsong with a forced smile on his face, kind of like he was waiting to really smile til he knew if he did right.
OOC: XDDD Funny Devilsoul
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Post by rem<EMBER me on Jul 20, 2008 20:17:59 GMT -5
Streamsong smiled at the tom and meowed, "Those are great names. I'm sure they will all make great warriors one day." She looked down at them, her blue eyes gleaming with happiness. She was so happy to have such a large, healthy litter.
Otterkit squirmed slightly, kneading his mother's stomach with his tiny paws as he suckled. His eyes were still closed tightly. [/center]
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Post by Fallentear || on Jul 21, 2008 1:23:38 GMT -5
Sootpaw raised an eyebrow from where he sat by the entrance. The names were...interesting, to say the least. But he knew they'd make great warriors all the same. He was particularly fond of Otterkit himself, as the dark brown kit seemed to have a more feirce energy than his siblings. "Well I hope for only the best for all of you." He meowed, dipping his head and backing out of the den carefully. Time to find Lilystorm and get a professional in to check on the kits now. He padded across the clearing, his tail streaming confidently out behind him. He hoped he'd done a good enough job! [/color][/blockquote]
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