The birth of the C H O S E N

[Twilight]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Kittens: Poppyclaw, Ashenanarchy, and Flamekit Words: Notes: I count down to zero, pull the trigger, no payroll! No mercy on your soul! Song: Any Means Necessary by Hammerfall The ginger tabby queen, mate of the deceased Crowstar, sat in the nursery, her bulging belly to the side. Ashenanarchy said she was due any day, and she believed him. She had had kits before, and she knew what was happening when she kept getting more and more sore. "Ashenanarchy!" She twitched her tail, and got into a crouched position, ready for the pain. Ashenanarchy came in with a bundle of herbs, and he immediately got to work. I won't pull the trigger, just to see you die No remitee to make me come aliva I'm ticking like a time bomb, no fuse just guts and gore Initiate the burning of the core A spasm of pain rocked the ginger tabby's frame as she pushed out the first kit easily. But, this was only the first. Ashenanarchy picked it up and put it on the nest right next to Poppyclaw as a second, more intense spasm rocked the she-cat. She did not cry out. The pain was not to great, except for when she had to push, which was a great improvement from her first litter. I am not judgmental, a sinner not a saint cause either you're my best friend or you ani't Come gather here around me, feel my breath under your skin I'm deadly only when i'm getting caught I count down the zero, i'm a soldier without soul No mercy, no mercy, no mercy on your soul She soon popped out a second kit, and she placed it next to her belly, and cleaned both of the kits thoroughly, waiting for the next wave of pain. Ashenanarchy felt her belly and spoke. "You're doing wonderfully, Poppyclaw. I know Crowstar is watching from StarClan, proud of you and smiling at his kits. There is two more kits on the way. You'll be done in no time." He gave the birthing queen a small smile, and continued to make sure the birth was going okay. I am born to kill, judge and condemn I am born to win, slay and maim 'em I am born to live, fight for glory I am born to die Then, a very large wave of pain hit Poppyclaw, and it wouldn't go away as she pushed. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. "Ashenanarchy! Something's wrong!" The medicine cat went into action. He plopped himself down in front of the queen's birth canal, and inspected the situation. He knew what was wrong when he saw it. A small kit, most likely dead, was stuck in Poppyclaw's birth canal. His ash black paws shot into action, and he unwegded the kit fairly easily. It had been born dead. "It's a stillborne. She got stuck, so I had to unwedge her." As he said that, the pain went away. Kill... win... live... die... Poppyclaw mourned the stillborne kit silently until another wave of pain rocked her ginger frame. This time, everything was going like it should when the kit plopped out. Ashenanrahy put the kit by it's oher siblings, and Poppyclaw washed it gently. She looked at each kit in turn, thinking. Her green eyes sparkled as she looked at each one. I am born to kill, judge and condemn I am born to win, slay and maim 'em I am born to live, fight for glory I am born to die, memento mori Then, she spoke. "The little first she-kit I will call Flamekit. Ironic enough, seeing as her big brother is Flamepaw. The little black tom, who looks exactly like him, will be Crowkit. And the third she-kit and the last kit to be named, I will call her Ravenkit." Her mate was in starClan, so it was up to her on the names. And only StarClan knows what these kits will play in the saving of the Clans from the fire...

[Silky]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=363636] kit;; Crowkit the reborn when;; A while after the birth? notes;; i luffles him ;; <3 words;; 188 Crowkit's first breath was a harsh one. It went right up the kit's nose, and he let out a harsh sneeze. He thrashed around a lot, barely able to breath. His nose was blocked, and some snot was dangling from it due to his sneeze. He could hear strange voices, and the feminine one was most likely his mother. Crowkit let out a squeak, and headbutted the first leg he came across; Ashenanarchy's. He was soft, and smelled like herbs. Crowkit let out a feeble mew, and rolled over, straight into Flamekit and Ravenkit. He mewled again. Why wasn't his mother pushing him towards her stomach? He let out a pitiful mew, and smelled a new smell. They smelt weird, but familiar to him. "Mother! You've had your kits!" Came the voice. Whoever it was padded over to Crowkit, and gently picked him up. The grasp of this tom seemed familiar to Crowkit, but Poppyclaw was Crowkit's mother, not this strange toms? Right? Crowkit hardly took a second thought as he scented milk, and latched on to his mother, suckling away merrily.