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sing me to sleep [semi-open] [lowpaw's kitting]
By: ✂--ρ&
amp;#965;яι&a
mp;amp;#1090;y--- Date: December 8, 2012, 10:56 am
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[left][sup] Lowpaw, as she had been a lot lately, was out of
camp. She was simply and aimlessly wondering wherever her paws
took her... As long as it was within the ShadowClan boundaries,
of course. She had noted that the kits inside of her were
constantly kicking on this particular walk, but she didn't think
anything of it. That is, until the pain came along with it.
"Sh*t!" The small she-cat cursed under her breath, crouching
down suddenly as if she had been struck in the stomach. She
squeezed her eyes shut as if that would somehow make the pain go
away, but it only got worse with every second until she,
finally, forced herself to half-walk, half-crawl into a nearby
hollow tree and lay down, groaning quietly. There was no doubt,
now; The kits were coming.
For a split moment, she allowed herself to wish that she
had Burningrage by her side. She would be far more comforted,
but she was on her own in this case, and would just have to deal
with it. The thoughts about her mate came to an immediate stop
as the first kit began to come. She had no herbs that she could
think of within her sight, but she was in a tree, so it wasn't
exactly a shocker there. She would have to get through it as a
rogue or loner would, and that was on her own with no herbal
assistance to aid her.
"Oh StarClan help me." She gave a moan as, suddenly, a
powerful ripple went down her body and, within a few agony
filled moments, she had given birth to the first kitten. She
managed to lift up her head for enough time to see that it was a
tiny, dark brown tabby before she felt yet another one coming.
Her head jerked back down as if it she were a puppet on strings
and she pushed as hard as she could, trembling with the effort.
And then the second one came, followed quickly by the third and
then a fourth.
It took several moments of regathering her physical
strength before she dared to lift her head back up and look down
upon her kits. The second one was a particularly tiny tortie
she-kitten while the others were toms. They were all perfect.
She began to lick each of the kitten's fur as to get their blood
flowing right, and when she was done she laid her chin on her
paws.
"Hello my little loves." She whispered, watching the four
kit's in wonder, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side.
These were her kits... She was a mother. The thought made her
inwardly groan with resignation, because she knew that she had a
lot to figure out and in a short amount of time.
Names, on the other hand, she had totally figured out. She
had thought up at least a million different tom and she-cat
names in her pregnancy and she had a name for the both of them.
My little Copperkit. She thought, gently smiling as she looked
over at the tom kitten and then over to other ones. Stagekit and
Lionkit. She thought, blinking. At last, she looked over at the
she-kit. Opaquekit. She decided, giving them each a little lick
between their ears.
ooc;; this is mainly for the kits, and burningrage if kyriil
wants him to find her there, but if you want your charrie to
find her, please don't make it all like "she's going to lose her
position." and all. she will swear anybody who finds her into
secrecy or something. x3 [/sup] [/left]
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Re: sing me to sleep [semi-open] [lowpaw's kitting]
By: whisper Date: December 8, 2012, 6:07 pm
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[font=georgia]`` copperkit[/font]
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Eyes plastered shut, brown tabby fur ruffled from his mother's
rough attempts to start his blood flowing the young kit let out
a little squeal, squirming beside his siblings. Being the only
male set him apart from his siblings, not that his high pitched
little mewls for help didn't either. Wriggling, pushing and
shoving, the tom-kit managed to make it to his mother's side.
His only thoughts were of survival, that and nothing else.
Finding the food source, milk, he began to suckle on his mother,
cuddling up beside his siblings. After a moment or two his
little stomach was content with the meal and her threw his head
back opening his mouth wide. Young Copperkit, for that was his
name, let out a small sound which was somewhat like a burp.
Something, which didn't resemble a grin at all, appeared on his
face as he snuggled by his mother, curling up in a rough and
disorientated bundle of spiky fur.
Copperkit sniffed a bit, ebony-tipped tail flicking. was this
'life'? the tomkit wasn't satisfied. he flattened his ears,
letting out a kit-like sigh.
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Re: sing me to sleep [semi-open] [lowpaw's kitting]
By: razor Date: December 8, 2012, 10:15 pm
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[right][font=Papyrus]Stagekit -- [/font]
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There he was, small, weak, helpless, useless. New to life, this
tom-kitten was already strong.
Quickly he squirmed his way over to his mothe, and began to
suckle. Though the world was blocked out from the kitten,
he sensed many things around him. The soft wind, and cold air.
After he was finally full, he began to squirm again. His limbs
jerked as he tried to do something he didn't know.
The kitten was just experimenting. Stagekit was trying to stand.
He couldn't, though, as his legs were much to short. Lifting his
head up a bit, his jaws opened.
A deep squeak escaped them, and his head thumped back to the
ground.
The tom-kit knew of the sibilings around him, but he knew more
of his mother. The tom began to
crawl up to where his mother's head was.
A small paw placed itself on his mother's neck, and more
followed. He was trying his hardest to climb.
The kitten, however, didn't know he had claws, and many times
failed to do so.
Giving up, though only after trying fourteen times, he crawled
his way away from his family, and
began to squirm out of the tree.
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