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Post by cheshy says grace on Jul 13, 2008 13:17:05 GMT -5
to this tragic affair,
wipe off that make-up what's in is despair,[/color][/size] Otterspirit [/color][/size]
The queen collapsed in her nest, intaking quick gasps. There was pain in her swollen belly and she coughed. "Barrenclaw!" she yowled, "Dragonflydance! Someone!" She curled up in her nest, biting her lip. Her stomach convulsed and she rolled on to her back. "Gah!" she cried out in surprise and pain at another covulsion, causing her to fall back to her side. They're coming! The kits are coming!
[/i] There was a kick and a push and out came a slimy kitten. Great StarClan, they're coming to soon, she thought wildly as she helped the kit find it's way to her belly so it could suckle, she began to lick it violently. After the blood and such was gone it revealed a fluffy brown tabby she-kit. She was small and Otterspirit already had a name in mind, but she would consult Barrenclaw first. She felt anotehr surprising kick and let out a scream, "BARRENCLAW!"[/blockquote][/blockquote] So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot;
'Ya might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.[/color][/size]
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Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Jul 14, 2008 6:50:51 GMT -5
I'm coming!
The father-to-be stumbled out of the medicine cat's den in a whirlwind of thoughts. Otterspirit needed him...! He was bumping into things left and right, his mind a blank as to where he had to go. He swung his head around as he searched for the milky scent of the nursury, at last picking up the faintest trail which he could follow. Not wanting to scare any of the queens - which was rather considerate, considering Barrenclaw - he forced himself to walk to the nursery. When he arrived, however, he made his way inside and smelt blood mixed in with the scent of queens and kits.
"Otterspirit! I'm here!" he called, fear gripping him. Was she okay? Were the kits okay? Had she finished kitting yet? Was he too late? [/blockquote] |
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Post by cheshy says grace on Jul 14, 2008 8:13:27 GMT -5
Otterspirit could hear herself sigh wth relief as she her Barrenclaw's voice. "Dear, I'm over... here," she managed to call out so he could follow her voice. Another convulsion and out came another tiny, squealing kit. She nudged it towards her belly and began to lick it clean. Something kicked again and it seemed like they were fighting their way out.
"Where's... Dragonflydance?" she gasped, another kit arriving. How many were there?! Otterspirit continued to do what she had been doing for the past half hour until two more kits came out. After they were all clean and happy, she examined them. One was the brown tabby she-cat who had been born first, then came a lighter brown tabby tom, then a gray she-cat, a white tom, and finally a white and brown she-cat. She admired her kits and looked up at Barrenclaw, remembering he couldn't see his kin.
"There're three girls and two boys, dear," she explained all the colours of the pelts then said, "I'm thinking Pixiekit for the brown she-cat, what do you think?"
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Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Jul 14, 2008 17:07:30 GMT -5
[ It's Pixiekit, remember? xD ]
Barrenclaw eventually reached Otterspirit, licking his mate gently on the ear. His heart was pounding and his mind was racing, but she seemed okay now so he had to hope that everything would be fine. He ran a paw over his new kitten's heads, his sons and daughtors. "... Five." he murmured, astounded and shocked, before being reminded about his current condition. If his eyes were working and proper, he probably would have cried. Not being able to do so made him even more sad and frustrated. "I... I'm sorry I'll never see them..." he meowed quietly, humbly, before replying that he loved the name. [/blockquote]
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Post by cheshy says grace on Jul 15, 2008 10:01:50 GMT -5
[[oh! durr! *fixes* sorreh, I was thinking ;bout spadekit and pixiekit put together at the time XD]]
Otterspirit looked at her mate sadly and licked his chin. "Don't worry, it doesn't matter, as long as your a great father, which I know you will be." The queen looked over her kits, sewing together good names for them. "Okay, I got it," she took a in a deep breath and said, "Spadekit for the black and brownish-gray tom, Mirrorkit for the gray she-cat, Oppositekit for the white tom, and finally Rhymekit for the brown and white she-cat." She inhaled and brushed her tail over her kin proudlt. A litter of five and none of them still-born.
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Post by SHADE. :D on Jul 15, 2008 12:40:06 GMT -5
rhymekit The world was so new, so different. The tiny creature sucked in air and life through her tiny, gaping pink mouth, her miniscule tongue visible beneath needle-sized white teeth. The kit gave a loud squeal, her lungs now open and operating. She smacked her jaws together a few times, tasting the oxygen that she would breathe for the rest of her life. The tiny little cat could smell a warm, sweet smell, the fragrant scent playing in her tiny nostrils. The kitten struggled blindly towards this scent, her paws flailing, until they lightly struck a fuffy, swollen something. She began to nurse, the milk coursing strength through her small body. She was alive, she was Rhymekit. She halted in her frantic feeding, rolled over, and sneezed, her jaws gaping and her tail thudding on the ground - a tail no longer than a catkin. |
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