The Devil's &&Children [Chaosfire's birth]

[FIREH!!]

Chaosfire

<sub>So you stole from me,
So I stole from you.
Then you told me I was to blame,
So I tore you in two.

Chaosfire waddled into the Blood Cave. She had felt this before. She was about to give birth. She knew she was pregnant, and she had told Vampire. Now, she was about to give birth to her children. Hopefully, they would be evil.

She collapsed into the dirt and gritted her teeth, willing herself not to scream. The feeling passed, and she sighed. Suddenly, horrific pain shot through her, and she dug her claws into the dirt. A kit appeared, soon followed by another. She grabbed them by instinct and cleaned them, and stopped another scream as another kit appeared. She cleaned it as well. Then she dropped her chin on her paws, thankful for the break. But it was soon over. She gritted her teeth as another two kits appeared. She cleaned them as well, and knew she was done.

As she kits squirmed towards her stomach, she took a good look at them. They looked evil. But one of them seemed to be gentler than the others. While four of them were pushing eachother, she lay in silence. She reminded her of her first kit, Snowflake. She growled softly, remembering her traitorous daughter. But none of these kits would be like that she hoped.

Once they were comfortable, she pulled one by one away, and slashed their chest with one claw. When it bled, she covered it in cobwebs to stop the bleeding. The kits would shriek in pain, but her ears didn't hear it. She was focused on leaving her mark on the kits. When she was finished, she let them suckle.</sub>[/color]

[SHADE. :D]

vampire

His amber eyes gleamed through the darkness of the Blood Cave. Vampire stood in the back tunnels. He would not be present when Chaosfire gave birth. He was travelling through the tunnels, remarking them, seething. It seemed that some cats had been disrespecting him by entering his cave. He smelt a couple of different rogue scents, and his inky fur bristled. If he ever saw them, he would rip them limb from limb. Vampire continued down the tunnels, the scent of Chaosfire's pain drifting down the corridors. He still did not go to her. This was not his thing, the birth of kits. When the pain-scent disappeared, and he heard the ugly wails of kits, Vampire turned and headed back down the tunnels. He soon came upon the main cavern, from scent and memory. The tom peered down at the cobweb-swathed kits. At the moment they were hideous, with screwed up faces and wrinkled pelts, but one day they would be big, strong, and hopefully as black-hearted as he and Chaosfire.

He reached down and roughly nudged the white kit. She looked different. He knew this was not a crime, but he had a bad feeling about this one kit. Vampire bared his teeth and hissed at her, a fearsome feat due to his oversized canine teeth.

[FIREH!!]

Chaosfire[/size][/font]

<sub>feel your fire,
when its cold in my heart
and things sorta start
remindin' me of my last night with you
I only need one more day


Chaosfire's eyes lifted up as she heard Vampire enter into the cave. "Hey," She meowed in a tired voice. "We should name them." She meowed. She turned to the white one, who looked gentle. "We'll call her Liberty, to mock her for not being able to get away from us." She formed her mouth into a sinister smile, her canines gleaming in the moonlight.

"This one can be called Shane." She pointed at the one that looked exactly like Vampire. She leaned down and sniffed him, looking at his flat-back ears, and his eyelids narrowed as if he were angry. Yes, he looked evil.</sub>[/color]

[SHADE. :D]

vampire

The huge tom crouched beside Chaosfire, his eyes narrowed. He nodded his large head at her words, his overlarge canine teeth gleaming in the half light. Liberty. It seemed to fit the smallest kit's feeble appearance. He nodded curtly as she named one of the black tom's. "Let's call this one Mien," she mewed, prodding another kit, this one a she-cat. "And this one Shyam." He touched a silver kit roughly. "And this one can be Linnet." He gazed at his offspring, eyes narrowed slightly. They all seemed satisfactory, apart from the feeble white kit. Perhaps she would prove him wrong. But he suspected she would be weak, like Apocalypse had been. He snorted. His feeble son was probably dead. Hopefully.

[Wolf]

Shyam

I want to hear you scream for mercy, come crawling to death’s claws...

The silver striped kit had been suckling greedily from his mother, shoving the other kits out of his way with his tiny paws. He had already bared his teeth at Liberty, who he had bumped into.

He had not been paying attention to his father, or what he was saying to his mother, not that he could understand anyway. However, he felt a rough paw poke him, and a word spoken as if about him. Shyam. But he didn't care for what his father had said, he cared for the rough way he had just been treated. The small kit shrieked in rage, lashing out with a tiny clawed paw, and snapping his small mouth at Vampire. He gave another little hiss of fury.

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

[ooc]:// I can totally understand if not, but would you mind if I posted with Reverend in the background being all like "RAWR!" to himself? xD He's gonna be ticked to see that Chaosfire had kits with Vampire.

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[SHADE. :D]

// Why would he be...? *blink*

[FIREH!!]

_{ooc;; =P Revvy loves C-fire. And sure, why not, Shard!! :E}

[SHADE. :D]

// B-b-b-but she's doesn't love him, does she? D=

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Reverend

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I believe the world is burning to the _ground
Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out
Let's see how far we've come[/center]

...Kits?

Reverend froze in his tracks as the sharp smell whipped into his nostrils. Who could be having kits around these parts? Most rogues had their kits in the forest if they cared about them, as the loner lands were a dangerous place. The tuxedo tom had begun to learn much more about this place. But when he clapped eyes on the Blood Cave and recognized Chaosfire's scent intermingled with Vampire's and the childrens', he could only be described as infuriated.

Okay, so sure she probably didn't love him, but you can never tell the future. Reverend wasn't going to let his only chance at romance slip away from his claws so easily when he would likely never admire a she-cat again. Nonetheless, he would have to approach this situation cautiously. Love was quite fragile and easy to destroy, even before it happened. The rogue tom had learned this by observing his cats back in the alley of the Twolegplace.

Reverend kept his distance from the birthplace, but his blue eyes were visible in the brush. They were narrowed with frustration and hatred for Vampire. "Patience Reverend, patience," he murmured hoarsely to himself.

"One day, your time will come."

// uh...don't ask what the 'time' he's talking about is...I just like making dramatic-ish posts like that. ^^;[/size][/blockquote]

[FIREH!!]

_{ooc;; Just had an awesome idea. What if after these kits are 'apprenticed', she had kits with Reverend? MUAHAHA.}