Oh dear. There's more of them?!

[*Sinister*Dreams*]

Fawnspots padded in front of the medicine cats den, ears flattened against her head. Pregnancy...It was so unfair! But at the same time, completely neccesary for the survivial of the clan. Her loyalty and devotion were of the top on her list of traits, and also among this meant populating the clan...With none other than Snowbone. He was a good mate for her, and she respected, possibly even loved him. But the sole duty of this was to her clan. And boy how it hurt her stomach! She yowled, realizing they were coming.

"Rats. *insert medicine cat's name here* They're coming!"

Fawnspots dashed madly for the nursery, falling down onto her nest. She heaved once, letting the tranquil atmosphere surround her body. Before she knew it, the kits had arrived. She grinned, looking fondly down at them.

"Snowbone...Oh Snowbone, they're beautiful! It's truly a blessing."
She purred, calling her mate in to see them and glancing fondly at them. They even had the odd skeleton pattern! How unique. Of all cats, these surely must have the most insanely long bloodline, uniting back to Wolfpelt, Marrowbone, and even Honeystar herself.
The four kits at her side suckled quietly, from the tortieshell skel, the gold, the white and the brown.

"Look. Mintkit, Grapekit, Turtlekit, and Frigidkit. Here comes MapleClan's best furute warriors."
She purred, fondling them gently.



((Worlds most pathetic birth. =Dies=))

[HoneyStar]

WillowGrace, FawnSpots' mother, had been there to watch the birth. Just a few weeks ago she'd been in the Nursery herself with a litter of kits: FawnSpots' little siblings. Her kits had disapeared, though...
Maybe getting to help care for FawnSpots' would ease her depression over her lost children.
The silver tabby made way for SnowBone when he entered the nursery, but she remained watching her four grandkits with adoration in her eyes from a corner of the den.

[Marrowbone]

Snowbone shuffled into the den, giving a nod to Willowgrace looking a little afraid at being in the way or stepping on someone. He stood next the Fawnspots and gave her forehead a few licks. "Yes, they'll be the best around! And t--"
"DUDE!"
A silver head popped through the den entrance, with an objectionable hiss from Fawnspot's father who had been sitting outside. It was Sleetpelt, who had grown up next to Snowbone and Fawnspots, though he had never grown up in his mind.
"Fawnspots had the kids! Four more squirts waddling around, eh? Ki-yivoice and I will totally go get you guys a goose! What'd you name them? That one looks like a Fluffykit!"
Voices outside clamored in excitement as different cats (And coyote) piped up with things like,
"Peltsleet, you should be leaving them alone..."
"Four? Go Snowbone!"
"Baaah, if the other ones weren't enough trouble!"
Then the hiss of Longlegs,
"You! Leave my daughter alone!"
Sleetpelt squeaked as outside Longlegs grabbed a hold of his tail and began to pull him out, Sleetpelt all the way clawing at the walls of the den and shrieking, "NOOOOS! I STILL HAVE SARCASTIC REMARKS TO MAKE!"
Snowbone shook his head as Sleetpelt was forcibly removed, and looked at Fawnspots, "Yup, he's just like that crazy uncle you never want your children to associate with."

(( Worlds most pathetic Daddy! =Dies= ))

[H-a-w-k-i-e]

A single, odd kit tumbled from the rest of the group, having lost his footing and balance in the frantic suckling. Landing on his back, the little brown ball of fur blinked a few times, wondering why everyone seemed to be standing on the ceiling of the den. Laying his powder blue gaze on his own legs, he waved them in the air curiously, tilting his head.
Hum? What's that? Oh no! He must be falling, if he wasn't on the ground! With a wail, Turtlekit flailed his legs, bristling in shock and fear.

((Apologies. My mum is breathing down my neck, waiting for the computer.))

[Marrowbone]

((TURTLEKIT IS SO CYYYUUUUTTTTEEEE X3))

[HoneyStar]

WillowGrace, unable to quell her mothering instinct, leaned forward across the den and nosed the terrified kit up right and back to FawnSpots' belly. She tucked the wriggling scrap of fuzz in with a careful white paw, then retreated to her corner again.
"You'll have to watch that one," She told her daughter with a fond smile, already forging an emotional attatchment to the clan's newest members.
"LongLegs, you should to come meet them," She glanced around for her mate, FawnSpots' father, with a curious joyful hint in her voice that had long been absent. She twitched her whiskers with an afterthought,
"Once the nursery is less crowded, that is. Here," She squeezed around SnowBone to get out and let another cat take her place.