Help my mate is kitting!!

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    Lionheart sat next to his mate her heavy fawn sides heaving as she yowled in contractions. "Someone help me!" he regarded his mate "Stay with me we'll get through this!" another yowl from the fawn she-cat and an orange kit came out bloody the fawn she-cats sides rippled breathing shallowed. "No! dear stay with me!!"

    Snowhare++}The WindClan Twins{++Stormcloud



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    ((OOC: Hope you don't mind me jumping in :) ))


    Two shapes shifted silently across the moorland and approached the beginnings of the forest, the roaring of the waterfall could still be heard, as well as the sound of water crashing over stones within the gorge just ahead of the two cats. The lighter coloured of the two cats paused suddenly, his ears pricked and it used its tail to bring the darker coloured cat to a stand-still. "Stormcloud, can you hear that? It sounds like someone crying out for help."


    The she-cat sniffed the air after her brother spoke. Her ears flattened back against her head. "I smell blood too! Something isn't right..." The two burst into a sprint, heading over the rough stone that edged each side of the gorge, each being careful not to slip and fall in. Snowhare, the tom, finally spotted Lionheart and another cat and now the scent of blood and the kit hit him. "What's happened?!" Snowhare called, concern lacing his voice as he came to a stop a fox-length away from them. Stormcloud halted at his side, her eyes wide with fear.

    Lionheart was laying next to his mate his muzzle bloody as he licked the kit. He heard the other cats and turned as the scent of his clan mates hit him over the blood "She's gone to Starclan..." his voice was shaky barelly above a whisper "and she took our other two kits with her..." it was evident enough he had been crying. "I tried but I couldn't leave her side...I told her it was too close to her kitting time...but she insisted on streching her paws...." he licked the kits again taking the full blame on him self "I should have said no..." he sighed "its my fault they hunt with Starclan now."

    "I'm so sorry..." Snowhare spoke, his voice low and filled with sympathy. His ears lowered and his tail drooped onto the ground. "May StarClan protect them all, and give them the strength to watch over us all." He bowed his head when he spoke those words, giving his respects to the dead. He may be a lazy tom, but in these matters he cast aside those traits.


    Stormcloud gazed down at Lionheart's dead mate. "Did any of the kits survive?" She asked, if there were any survivors then it would be best to get them back to the camp immediately.

    Stormcloud leaned forward to sniff the surviving kit. "Then we need to get her back to camp, I'm sure some of the queens there can help provide some milk." She meowed, pulling back to look up at Lionheart. "And we should get your mate and dead kits back to camp as well, she deserves to have a proper burial... and the kits deserve names."

    Lionheart looked at his mate.
    After they bring them back to camp. "I think Lunerstep would like the names Willowkit and Hawkkit." He looked over his living daughter who mewed "As for her Spiritkit." he looked toward the nursery "Do you think the queens will help?"

    Stormcloud and Snowhare stared at Lionheart, the grief of losing members of the clan still evident in their eyes and body language. Stormcloud put on a brave smile and took a couple of paces closer to Lionheart. "I'm sure they will, they can't just abandon one of their own clan members in a time of need. If they do then I'll make them help." The she-cat briefly unsheathed her claws before putting them away again. "Spiritkit is very beautiful..."

    Stormcloud pushed her way through the gorse and slipped into the nursery inside, her eyes swiftly adjusting to the darkness. She moved off to the side to give Lionheart room.

    Lionheart set Spiritkit down and she protested "I need a queen to take care of my kit. her mother died during kitting and she needs milk and warmth to survive..does any queen have milk to spare?" he looked around as he mewed

    SaberclawThornkit




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    A she-cat raised her head from her moss nest where she had been curled up and sleeping. Her jaws stretched in a yawn before her glowing blue eyes stared at Lionheart, Spiritkit and Stormcloud. "I can spare some milk." She meowed, sitting up and giving herself a quick shake. Her left ear was torn from a past fight but she seemed warm and cheerful. At her paws sat her own kit, Thornkit, who was about 2 moons old. The young kit stared over at Spiritkit, swiveling his massive ears. "Who's that mamma?" He squeaked.

    "You're very welcome, Lionheart. And thanks, but Thornkit can be a handful when he's not sleeping." Saberclaw replied with a light chuckle, she laid on her side so Spiritkit could suckle. Thornkit stared with wide eyes.

    "None at all. Maybe it'll stop Thornkit from being such a little greedy flea." Saberclaw chuckled lightly.


    Stormcloud smiled softly, glad that Spiritkit would be in safe paws. She had heard from the other cats in the clan that Saberclaw's mate had been killed recently so in a way giving Saberclaw things to keep her mind off the grief was benefiting the she-cat more than they could ever imagine.