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Post by Storm on Jul 4, 2011 12:00:13 GMT -5
Goldenheart lay sprawled on her nest, her stomach churning painfully. Glancing around quickly, she found a large stick nifront of her. Stretching her neck as far as she could, Goldenheart grasped the stick in her jaws, clamping down on it with her teeth. Her eyes shut tightly, the first wave of spasm shook her insides, causing Goldenheart to shriek painfully. It felt as though large claws were cutting into her stomach and slashing them violently, the pain was growing every heartbeat.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Jul 4, 2011 12:02:08 GMT -5
Whitepelt sat down besides his mate, licking her ears and tried to sooth her. "Don't worry, my love. Our kits will be beautiful, just like you."
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Post by Storm on Jul 4, 2011 12:05:59 GMT -5
Goldenheart barely managed a weak smile as Whitepelt comforted her. Her teeth dug into the stick she was holding, the pain growing unbearable. As the wave of spasm continued to shake her violently, a small wet bundle flopped down into her nest. As Goldenheart continued to push, the slimy sack holding the kit needed to be nipped open so it could breath, though she's just need to trust Whitepelt to do that.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Jul 4, 2011 12:09:47 GMT -5
Whitepelt walked closer to the bundle that held the kit, careful not to step on Goldenheart. He nipped it open and an orange and white kit slid out. "A tom," Whitepelt purred, "He looks just like you, perfect." he pushed the kit toward his mates stomach so it could suckle. Whitepelt waited to see if there was anymore kits coming.
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Post by Storm on Jul 4, 2011 12:21:33 GMT -5
Goldenheart weakly glanced at her kit, warmth in her eyes as the small tom began to suckle. The stick still being grasped in her jaws, she tensed her muscles as she felt another wave ripple across her stomach. Goldenheart let out an ear-splitting yowl as the pain raked across her insides. Her jaws clamped down on the stick so forcefully that it broke in half, a crisp, crunching noise sounding from her mouth. The spasm shocked her body with immense force, causing Goldenheart's wide eyes to bulge. As the wave continued to make its way down her stomach, she screeched loudly as another small bundle slid out onto the nest. Her breaths became slow and deep, exhausted from the pain that still grasped her. When Goldenheart realized there were no more kits coming, she weakly lifted her head towards her kits and roughly covered them in licks, making sure their fur was fluffed up and warm.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Jul 4, 2011 12:26:00 GMT -5
Whitepelt nipped open the last bundle, it held a light gray she-cat. "They, they look...beautiful." he murmured and licked each of the newborn kits on their heads. Names were already popping into his mind, but they should wait till later to name them. When Goldenheart regained her energy. Whitepelt couldn't believe that he had been blessed with these kits, and his wonderful mate.
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Post by Storm on Jul 4, 2011 12:31:57 GMT -5
Goldenheart nuzzled Whitepelt's cheek, relief flooding into her eyes. The pain had been so great, but her beautiful kits were worth it. Glancing down at her litter as they suckled, she identified a tom and a she-kit. The tom was a charming flame colored tabby and the she-kit was a pretty light gray she-cat. Goldenheart sighed happily and rested her chin on her paws, the exhaustion ebbing away until she felt as though she had somewhat recovered.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Jul 4, 2011 12:36:43 GMT -5
"Should we name them now," Whitepelt asked softly, he wan't trying to rush her. The kits may not last through the night and he wanted them to have names. Whitepelt shook the thought out of his mind, these kits were going to live. He had to make sure, it would devastate him and his mate if-if. He didn't even want to think about it, nor even say the word.
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Post by Storm on Jul 4, 2011 12:40:13 GMT -5
Goldenheart smiled lovingly. "Of course..I already have some in mind." she purred softly, licking her newborn kits gently. They were the most beautiful kits she could imagine, and they were hers. Closing her eyes, she sent a prayer to StarClan, thanking them for her sonderful bundle.
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Post by Sweetleaf on Jul 4, 2011 12:41:34 GMT -5
"What did you have in mind?" Whitepelt asked, he looked at the orange tom and names popped into his mind. Flamekit, Firekit, Redkit, Sunkit. Those were all good sounding names, any one would fit his orange pelt.
Nightflower sat down at the freshkill pile, had the kitting gone all right? New kits was what the clan needed, maybe one of them would grow to become a medicine cat. Or they'd both be warriors, if there was two. But that was moons away anyway. How many kits were there? One, two, three, maybe even four. Nightflower was impatient to find out about the new kits or kit. Even if the kit wasn't hers, they were still part of the clan
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