Post by Shadewing on Nov 16, 2009 19:05:43 GMT -5
[[guys i added in an extra kit for drama]]
Ravenfeather had known that they were coming. She could feel them kicking in her belly, and she had been spending more and more time around the twoleg nest. There were two cats there, one who greeted her, and the other one, who was quite prickly. Regardless, Ravenfeather had been able to stay around the nest with a simple excuse that it was a good hunting spot. It was, and Ravenfeather usually brought back three mice a day from just waiting for them to escape from the twoleg nest's sides. And the twolegs didn't really ever seem disturbed at her presence there.
She was in hunting position when she began to feel contractions, and, right away, she knew that she was going to give birth at any moment. Ravenfeather moved, panicked, up to the deck of the twoleg nest. She could smell the stench of the inside of it.. but she didn't want her kits born on the snow, where they'd likely freeze. The black queen lay down on the slices of trees, and remained there for a few moments, hoping that she wasn't going to need to wait a long time to have her kits.
First one was coming, she could feel the sensation. She pushed, and out slid a little tiny kitten. It was completely gray. It's so ugly.. Ravenfeather's thought, licking the little creature clean. She had no idea whether it was a male of a female: But it barely even looked like half a cat, with slicked fur. Her rough tongue brushed the fur the other way, trying despritely to keep the little kit warm. It slowly moved, and Ravenfeather's heart seemed to swell. She felt an instant bond with the little kit, and as she licked it, it looked more and more cat-like.
Ravenfeather paced around the kit, and then lay down, so the kit could get at her milk. Ravenfeather felt another one coming. This one was much easier sliding out, and it was a brown tabby. She did the same thing with this kit, feeling more sure of herself, but still a little nervous. She got up, spun around again, and let them both suckle at her belly.
Another one. She pushed, and this one was the easiest. When she went to lick it, its orange pelt was revealed. It didn't breathe or make a single noise. Ravenfeather licked it multiple times, and it had a very weak breath. Ravenfeather licked the orange tabby, and licked it.. but it wouldn't strengthen. Ravenfeather curled up around her kits, and looked for any cats that could help her.
After waiting for about five minutes, grooming her kits, she noticed Fireclaw in the distance. "Fireclaw!" she yowled to her older brother, who turned his attention, and trotted over to her. "I need you to help me carry my kits back to camp." Her green gaze was pitiful, and Fireclaw picked up the tiny orange kit and the gray kit in his huge jaws, and Ravenfeather nodded at him. "Let's go," she said, picking up the last kit.
As they meowed, not knowing what was going on, Ravenfeather thought of names. She looked at each kit, and wanted to named them based on the first words that came to mind.
The little gray kit. The leaf-fall fog was the first thing that came to mind. Fogkit, the queen thought, looking at the little helpless kit. The orange tabby kit. It's tiny size was the first thing that came to mind. Littlekit. she thought, looking at it, almost completely limp. She hoped it was because Fireclaw's gaze, but she was almost certain it was dead or dying. The little kit in her jaws. She first though of brown. But, no, she couldn't choose brown. Brownkit was too boring of a name. A mink, the sly little predator, came to mind. Your name will be Mink-kit, Ravenfeather thought, thinking of her tiny brown kit.
The two cats finally reached ShadowClan camp. She knew that if she didn't make her way into the nursery before a cat noticed her, she wouldn't get a lot of privacy. Ravenfeather ran over to the nursery. It was dusk, so most cats were out on patrol, or they were resting in their dens.
"Thanks Fireclaw. Can I be left alone for a little while? Just go about you business, I don't want any extra attention towards me." Ravenfeather purred after she put her one kit down. Fireclaw put the kit down and nodded. "I can't thank you enough. You saved my kits."
"It's not a problem, Ravenfeather. I hope your kits grow well," Fireclaw said, trotting out of the nursery. Ravenfeather lay down on the freshly replaced moss with her kits, who suckled at her belly. Peace filled the area of the den, and Ravenfeather relaxed.
Ravenfeather looked at Mink-kit. I hope you're related to who I think you're related to, Mink-kit. Ravenfeather groomed him. Littlekit, you give me some hope.. even if you die.. you've likely saved your siblings lives.. Ravenfeather groomed Fogkit and Littlekit, who was now unresponsive, and fell asleep.
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Ravenfeather had known that they were coming. She could feel them kicking in her belly, and she had been spending more and more time around the twoleg nest. There were two cats there, one who greeted her, and the other one, who was quite prickly. Regardless, Ravenfeather had been able to stay around the nest with a simple excuse that it was a good hunting spot. It was, and Ravenfeather usually brought back three mice a day from just waiting for them to escape from the twoleg nest's sides. And the twolegs didn't really ever seem disturbed at her presence there.
She was in hunting position when she began to feel contractions, and, right away, she knew that she was going to give birth at any moment. Ravenfeather moved, panicked, up to the deck of the twoleg nest. She could smell the stench of the inside of it.. but she didn't want her kits born on the snow, where they'd likely freeze. The black queen lay down on the slices of trees, and remained there for a few moments, hoping that she wasn't going to need to wait a long time to have her kits.
First one was coming, she could feel the sensation. She pushed, and out slid a little tiny kitten. It was completely gray. It's so ugly.. Ravenfeather's thought, licking the little creature clean. She had no idea whether it was a male of a female: But it barely even looked like half a cat, with slicked fur. Her rough tongue brushed the fur the other way, trying despritely to keep the little kit warm. It slowly moved, and Ravenfeather's heart seemed to swell. She felt an instant bond with the little kit, and as she licked it, it looked more and more cat-like.
Ravenfeather paced around the kit, and then lay down, so the kit could get at her milk. Ravenfeather felt another one coming. This one was much easier sliding out, and it was a brown tabby. She did the same thing with this kit, feeling more sure of herself, but still a little nervous. She got up, spun around again, and let them both suckle at her belly.
Another one. She pushed, and this one was the easiest. When she went to lick it, its orange pelt was revealed. It didn't breathe or make a single noise. Ravenfeather licked it multiple times, and it had a very weak breath. Ravenfeather licked the orange tabby, and licked it.. but it wouldn't strengthen. Ravenfeather curled up around her kits, and looked for any cats that could help her.
After waiting for about five minutes, grooming her kits, she noticed Fireclaw in the distance. "Fireclaw!" she yowled to her older brother, who turned his attention, and trotted over to her. "I need you to help me carry my kits back to camp." Her green gaze was pitiful, and Fireclaw picked up the tiny orange kit and the gray kit in his huge jaws, and Ravenfeather nodded at him. "Let's go," she said, picking up the last kit.
As they meowed, not knowing what was going on, Ravenfeather thought of names. She looked at each kit, and wanted to named them based on the first words that came to mind.
The little gray kit. The leaf-fall fog was the first thing that came to mind. Fogkit, the queen thought, looking at the little helpless kit. The orange tabby kit. It's tiny size was the first thing that came to mind. Littlekit. she thought, looking at it, almost completely limp. She hoped it was because Fireclaw's gaze, but she was almost certain it was dead or dying. The little kit in her jaws. She first though of brown. But, no, she couldn't choose brown. Brownkit was too boring of a name. A mink, the sly little predator, came to mind. Your name will be Mink-kit, Ravenfeather thought, thinking of her tiny brown kit.
The two cats finally reached ShadowClan camp. She knew that if she didn't make her way into the nursery before a cat noticed her, she wouldn't get a lot of privacy. Ravenfeather ran over to the nursery. It was dusk, so most cats were out on patrol, or they were resting in their dens.
"Thanks Fireclaw. Can I be left alone for a little while? Just go about you business, I don't want any extra attention towards me." Ravenfeather purred after she put her one kit down. Fireclaw put the kit down and nodded. "I can't thank you enough. You saved my kits."
"It's not a problem, Ravenfeather. I hope your kits grow well," Fireclaw said, trotting out of the nursery. Ravenfeather lay down on the freshly replaced moss with her kits, who suckled at her belly. Peace filled the area of the den, and Ravenfeather relaxed.
Ravenfeather looked at Mink-kit. I hope you're related to who I think you're related to, Mink-kit. Ravenfeather groomed him. Littlekit, you give me some hope.. even if you die.. you've likely saved your siblings lives.. Ravenfeather groomed Fogkit and Littlekit, who was now unresponsive, and fell asleep.
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