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Post by Robinwings on Apr 7, 2011 20:26:03 GMT -5
The ginger queen paced the nursery, she was pretty nervous about having her first litter of kits, what if they didn't like her? Or one turned out to be evil? Or even worse one of them had something that would stop them from being a warrior!
She continued pacing, slowing down a bit to allow her breathing to return to normal. She wished the kits would be born soon, she felt like a walrus she was so big!
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Post by Owlmask on Apr 7, 2011 20:45:37 GMT -5
Owlmask looked at the queen "Are you ok" she asked with a soft voice.
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Post by nytestorm on Apr 7, 2011 20:48:16 GMT -5
"Robinwings can you calm down im just as nervous as you but i really need you to lay down do you need anything at all?" Nytestorm asked her
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Post by Owlmask on Apr 7, 2011 20:50:55 GMT -5
Owlmask watched the couple with sparkling blue eyes.
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Post by nytestorm on Apr 7, 2011 20:54:32 GMT -5
nytestorm started to pace thinking about his kits. He hoped they would be strong warriors then looked at owlmask " hey there im Nytestorm " he said
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Post by Owlmask on Apr 7, 2011 20:57:41 GMT -5
Owlmask looked at the tom "Oh hello I am Owlmask" she said with a gentle smile.
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Post by nytestorm on Apr 7, 2011 20:59:33 GMT -5
" Hi owlmask " he said trying to sit still. " have you ever kitted before? "
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Post by Owlmask on Apr 7, 2011 21:02:59 GMT -5
Owlmask shook her head "No but i have been by some ones side through that time" she said.
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Post by nytestorm on Apr 7, 2011 21:03:50 GMT -5
" Ok that helps is there anything i need to get for her " nytestorm asked trying to be useful
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Post by Owlmask on Apr 7, 2011 21:06:46 GMT -5
Owlmaks giggled "Relaxe you have to let things go as they must the only thing you can do is love her and give her suport" she said with a bright smile.
(hey can you post in Deep Breaths)
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Post by nytestorm on Apr 7, 2011 21:13:24 GMT -5
(( yea sure ))
"If u say so " nytestorm said uneasy he padded up to robinwings and lay next to her pelts touching and licked her cheeks
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Post by Owlmask on Apr 7, 2011 21:26:28 GMT -5
Owlmask looked away her back to the couple not wonting her heart to hurt.
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Post by Robinwings on Apr 7, 2011 22:16:11 GMT -5
Robinwings started to purr, but then the first contraction hit her swollen belly, sending her shrieking.
She lay on the nursery's floor, splayed out as first one kit came and then another two. She breathed out deeply as the pain ended and pulled the kits closer. She lapped at them then screeched, almost kicking the smallest kit out of the nest, "S-She's dead" She whimpered, hugging her remaining son and daughter daughter close.
The small black kit was unmoving, and not breathing as it was flung around, it was, most definitely dead. The queen began to whimper softly then started sobbing, shoving her now tear streaked face into her mates shoulder
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Post by Owlmask on Apr 7, 2011 22:35:35 GMT -5
Owlmask looked at the queen with sad eyes,
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Post by Robinwings on Apr 8, 2011 0:25:50 GMT -5
She looked at Nightstorm, "What do you want to name them?" She whispered, her greens eyes linned with tears as she indicated the remaining she-kit and Tom.
The she-kit was a light brown with white speckles on her ears and tail, the tom was black with a white tipped tail. She sighed, still shaking slightly as she looked at her dead kit.
She got up out of the nest, nosing at the small bundle of fur then letting out a low long wail of sadness, curly her Ginger body aroun the kit, refusing to return to th ones that needed her, staying instead with the one she could do nothing for, lapping desperately at the cold, unmoving flanks, burying her face in the she-kits fur, her darlig little kit that would never know her mother, father or siblings.
The queen continued to whimper and wail, still curled around the small boy of the dead kit, tears streamed down her face as she ignore the small cries of hunger and cold that her son an daughter were mewling in high pitche wails, wonderng why hey had suddenly been removed from the warm milky scented body of their mother.
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Post by ♥Cupcake♥ on Apr 8, 2011 8:54:36 GMT -5
Moonstone came to the nursery. She saw Robinwings with her kits :Oh! Congratulations!" Then the she spotted the unmoving kit. "oh dear..." moonstone mumbled.
She lowered her head and walked over the Robinwings and curled up next to her to comfort her.
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Post by Robinwings on Apr 8, 2011 10:02:06 GMT -5
she began wailing once more, stuffing her tear stained face into her friends neck fur
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Post by Darkkit on Apr 8, 2011 12:43:40 GMT -5
The kit remained frozen on the ground. Confusion hit with all the wails and meowing voices. He mewed and mewed but his cries were not answered. He sat with confusion. What was happening? He had just been left there, what was his mother doing? he thought.
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Post by Robinwings on Apr 8, 2011 12:46:44 GMT -5
She looked from the den kit that lay at her paws to the alive ones and sighed, her ears pinned to the back of her head and her tail between her legs.
"What will I do with her?" She half whimpered half whispered to Moonstone, she had no clue what to do with the dead kit, she wanted to keep her, but could she?
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Post by Darkkit on Apr 8, 2011 12:49:49 GMT -5
( Is Darkkit's eyes opened yet? Or no? Just wondering xD )
He didn't understand what was going on. Was he and his sister just going to be left here? He sat down and waited for something to happen...
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Post by Robinwings on Apr 8, 2011 12:51:13 GMT -5
(Your choice)
She sighed, deciding what to do.
She picked the dead kit up gently by the scruff and padded over to her nest, setting the dead kit down into it beside its alive littermates, she curled up around them again, hoping no one would think she was crazy for trying to pretend the kit was alive.
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Post by Darkkit on Apr 8, 2011 12:56:06 GMT -5
( ok lol )
Darkkit looked around. The nursery was so big compared to his small size. There was also so many cats in the nursery right now. They were all bigger then him. Who are they? he thought. Excitement rushed through him as he listened to the cats talk.
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Post by Robinwings on Apr 8, 2011 12:59:23 GMT -5
She looked down at the three kits.
The black tom would obviously be called Darkkit, and the black she-kit would be named Ravenkit, but the brown she-kit she wasn't sure of yet.
She purred, this was how it should have been, all three of them living and breathing.
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Post by Darkkit on Apr 8, 2011 13:36:12 GMT -5
The tom breathed heavily as he was startled by the sorrounding cats and voices. He looked at all the tall cats and wondered why all these cats were around. He blinked in confusion as he glanced around the nursery. It was pretty empty but sorrounding with different scents.
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Specklekit
Kit
.:Live each day like it was your last:.
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Post by Specklekit on Apr 8, 2011 14:56:39 GMT -5
The brown white speckled kit finally opened her deep blue eyes. Blinking she looked to the cats around her, whitch one was her mother?.... What did mom look like? Wait, what did she look like?! A tiny scared mew escaped her jaws and she looked to a black Tom gazing around. Was that her brother or some other kit... Did she even have any siblings? A shiver of fear washed over her as she just looked aroun shakily with her deep blue eyes.
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Post by Darkkit on Apr 8, 2011 15:14:01 GMT -5
He stopped gazing around and saw one of his sibblings. " Hi! " he mewed.
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Specklekit
Kit
.:Live each day like it was your last:.
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Post by Specklekit on Apr 8, 2011 15:15:42 GMT -5
"Ummm, hi?"
She squeaked tilting her head, who was this cat?
"I'm...."
Wait what was her name?!
"Ummm just a sec.."
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Post by Darkkit on Apr 8, 2011 15:23:00 GMT -5
" The name's Darkkit. " He replied with pride.
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Post by nytestorm on Apr 8, 2011 16:29:18 GMT -5
Nytestorm layed next to robinwings and tryed to comfort her with his licks and love he looked at the two kits and beamed with pride he felt as if it was his fault that the third was gone
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Post by Robinwings on Apr 8, 2011 16:35:53 GMT -5
"Specklekit," She decide finally, "And the Tom will me Dadkkit and the black she-kit Ravenkit" She murmured, lapping at the bundle of fur that had not and would not move
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