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Post by » Sacrifice on Jun 14, 2009 15:24:28 GMT -5
The silver she cat had been sleeping the morning away blissfully in the warming sunlight. Well, as blissfully as she could. With a huge stomach and the promise of kits in the way, it was getting harder and harder for Moutainbrook to relax. It had gotten bad for a while, when the active warrior hadn't been able to do everything she had done in the past, but at moments like these, it was worth it. They were due any day now, although for the moment, the identity of the father was a secret. Moutainbrook was planning to surprise everyone when she told them who the kits' would belong to. Nobody would expect that the father was Talonfang.
A sudden, sharp pain seemed to lance through the silver she cat's belly. Her eyes flying open, growing wide as another pain, sharper then the first, racked her, Moutainbrook raced for the nursery, calling out to the Medicine Cat. It was her time, the kits were finally coming. Collapsing on the soft moss, the pains grew more and more frequent, until three little bundles of life were pressed against her now smaller stomach. Gazing down at them with tender affection, Moutainbrook smiled at her kits, deciding to surprise her mate and name them while he was away.
Looking at the first kit was an odd looking tom. A blue grey color, he had a black mask, and ginger toes. Looking at the odd little one, a single name sprang to mind.
"Gyrkit."
Nodding, Moutainbrook looked at the next kit, another tom, only this one was more of a grey tan color, with a black mask that went down his back, with a solid streak of white going through it from his muzzle to rump. His paws were black, in fact, he looked a lot like a badger.
"Badgerkit."
The new queen decided, before moving onto her final kit, the only she cat of the litter.
Her only daughter was pale ginger with a mask over one of her eyes, and stripes in her pelt. These kits varied so much, it was amazing that they were siblings.
"Covekit."
Mountainbrook smiled slightly.
"Hey Talonfang, come see your children!"
((As you may know, Mountainbrook is not my character. This should never be done unless you have permission from a manager. The only reason this is happening is because Dream hasn't been on for a while, and we needed these kits.))
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Post by H-a-w-k-i-e on Jun 14, 2009 18:51:06 GMT -5
"What are they?"
A small squeaky voice sounded from a little ways away from Mountainbrook and her litter. Turtlekit had watched, wide-eyed as the queen gave birth. He'd been a little horrified, actually, with the she-cat calling to the medicine cat, convulsions of pain wracking her body. However, Mountainbrook's agony seemed to have ended as suddenly as it had started, and now the brown and cinnamon skele-kitty blinked quizzically at the little family, wrinkling his little nose at slightly moist bundles of fur that were squirming around his older clanmate.
"Are they edible?"
The kit wasn't very old; he'd only been born few moons ago and had no recollection of how he and his littermates had looked like when they were still newborns. Getting to his paws awkwardly, Turtlekit lumbered over to the newly born denmates, and he poked the closest one, Gyrkit, with his nose.
Talonfang chuckled, leaning against the entrance to the nursery, watching for a moment, before entering and lying down next to his mate, rubbing his cheek against hers.
"The kits are just as beautiful as their mother."
The dark tom purred, amber eyes glowing with happiness.
His father, Wolfpelt, hadn't had many kits in his lifetime; since the sickness had caused the death of Swiftpelt, and Falconfeather had disappeared, Talonfang had been the lone descendant of the wolf-pelted tom. If only his father had been able to see his own grandchildren!
Glancing at Turtlekit with an amused expression on his face, he grinned.
"No, Turtlekit. They're our kits, so they're not edible."
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Post by » Sacrifice on Jun 14, 2009 19:53:49 GMT -5
Letting out a protestant squeak as a sudden, cold, nose was pressed into his fur, Gyrkit let out a mix between a meow of protest, and a growl of challenge. Fur rippling ever so slightly, the newborn tom turned toward the intruder, trying to find what had nudged him so suddenly, one that was not the warm cat beside him he knew as his mother. Squeaking again, his meow was still being found, Gyrkit pulled himself across his brother Badgerkit, searching for the intruder, even though he couldn't see anything, and could hardly hear. It was the weakness of the newborns, but his determination was something to be proud of. He would carry his lineage well.
>><<
Smiling at Turtlekit's questions, the young tom wasn't all to old really, Moutainbrook flicked the young cat ever so slightly with her tail.
"They are kits. Just like you are, only younger. Two males, and one she-cat."
Amusment flickering in her eyes as she looked up to her mate, a grin playing out on her features.
"Ah. But you can also see their father in there as well Turtlekit, even if it isn't so clear on the surface."
If they were going to be anything like their father, then these kits were going to be not only a pawful, but an incredibly intelligent handful. With the genes between the two, it would be interesting if they remained clan cats, with so many possible part siblings in the canyons.
Looking over at Turtlekit, Moutainbrook spoke softly, making it seem as the words she spoke were secret only to Turtlekit and Moutainbrook.
"You can't eat them, but when they get older, you'll be apprenticed with them, and you can play with them whenever you want."
Winking at Turtlekit, Moutainbrook acted as though she had said nothing to the kit, hoping to create some excitment from the young tom.
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