Birth {Sacrifice, Dream, Hawkie}

[Destiny]

The she-cat paced, her gaze far away and her eyes clouded with pain. The discomfort in her belly was gone, to be replaced with a gut wrenching pain. But still it wasn't time; this, she knew. The setting sun threw an amazing light on her deep pelt, and the darker stripes looked a deep violet against the lighter purple of her pelt.
Turning away from gazing at the ball of sky-fire, she sighed and called out for her mate, who probably wasn't too far away anyway. Darksun..? It's time." before turning and shouldering her way into the nursery, where a nest had already been prepared for the heavily pregnant cat. She settled herself awkwardly into it, her belly hard and unyeilding beneath her. She winced slightly as a pain laced her body, but otherwise gave no indication that she hurt.
After a while of simply sitting and bearing with the pain, an agonising tremor made her grit her teeth to stop from crying out, and she adjusted herself onto her side, panting now with the exhertion as the pain came quicker. Randomly spaced, the pain worsened to such an extent that she couldn't help but to screech, and then it died off, and another damp bundle lay beside her. Four times this happened, and then the pain was all but gone.
Bending her neck, she rasped the sticky covering off the last kit, a little black she-cat; the only she in a litter of toms.
With tired eyes, she looked towards where Darksun would be standing, not entirely sure if he was there or not anymore - the birthing had completely wiped her out, but the excitement of her new family was setting in now. "Three toms, one she." she purred huskily, unable to hide a large grin. "We can name them in turn. You go first."

[Destiny]

((Open))

[» Sacrifice]

The dark pelted warrior had sat lovingly next to his mate, knowing that whatever he said wouldn't help much. It was just the fact that he was there that counted. Smiling as he saw his new litter enter the world, he nuzzled his mate slightly. His kits. Three little toms, and one she cat. He hadn't ever had toms before, not with his dead mate. Of course, Trueforge knew all about Darkwing, and all his other little suprises. She had accepted him for who he was though, not where he had been. It was a good feeling, and he in return, had accepted the she cat. It was then they had fallen for each other. And now, he had kits again! Grinning, although still a touch sad that Eclipsingsun, the last survivng kit of a previous litter, had left, these new kits, his new family, made it all that much better.

Looking down, he looked at one of the toms. An idea sprang to mind, as he looked at the gleaming black pelt, unknowing that it was a dark purple, and then the jagged silver stripe that went from chest to rump, as well as his silver paws.
"Jetkit."
He christened the kit, with a swift lick the young cat's forhead. Turning back to the rest of the litter, still smiling, he looked at Trueforge. It was going to be chaotic, with these four running around, but in a good way.

[Destiny]

Reassured again that her mate was there, Trueforge's steady purr filled the den as she maintained eye contact as she nuzzled each of her kits gently. Jetkit One down, three to go.
She nudged one of the toms, his dark pelt looking like her own in the dark. Actually, come to think of it, the kit looked a lot like her, just scaled down. The she-cat shifted, disturbing her tiny replica, and he grunted, opening his eyes as his jaws parted with a mew of irritance. Trueforge's gaze was drawn immediately to the slit between his lids, where a sharp, poisonous green could be seen, even in the gloom of the den. It reminded her of something she'd heard as a kit, which twolegs sometimes used. Acid. "Acidkit" she murmured as the young tom closed his eyes and squirmed closer to her warmth.

((Gah, terrible post. Sorry, I am being booted from the computer now.))

[» Sacrifice]

Smiling slightly, there were two kits left to name. Looking down slightly, Darksun looked at the only she kit of the litter. With her pelt, so dark in color it appeared to have a blue tint to it, she seemed to be different then her brothers.
We have Jetkit and Acidkit..
Pondering for a moment, a soft smile touched the tom's maw.
"Hushkit."
Tail tip gently flicking over both Acidkit and Hushkit, he turned toward his last son. He was an odd looking one, a deep purple pelt ringed with black. It would be interesting to see what name he would recive from Trueforge. At the moment, he seemed to be almost black, as after he had been nudged by his father slightly, his once mostly purple pelt had seemed to, change? It was very odd.