The time c[o]mes ;; Hopwing's kitting, Jump in!

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    Hopwing ➨ White ➨ Blue eyes ➨ She-cat ➨ Arcadianclan


    It was simple.
    Very simple.
    Hopwing was simply trying to sleep, without success. Sometimes this happened. But this was different. Every time she couldn't sleep, she worried. She worried about what would happen, about her dead mate, about her own kits. It was hard.
    Firelight was helping clean up the camp, and she could do it with her sister, but she was too tired.
    She was always too tired.


    Just as she felt the clutches of sleep, she felt a sharp jab of pain. She cringed, whimpering. "Ow!" The white queen forced herself to unroll out of a ball in her nest and stretch. It wasn't a cramp, though. Another jab of pain, another whimper. It all came to this: She was kitting.


    (OOC: The kits can be any mix of white, ginger, brown or black. 4 kits maximum for now.

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    ooc. sorry crappy post rushed




    ic. Melodysong ran over to Hopwing quickly, herbs clamped in her jaws.    		 [fancypost bgcolor=silver; border: 4px dotted transparent; border-radius: 10px; width: 120px; height: 260px; overflow: auto;][color=transparent][color=Blue][font=georgia]
    [size=8]Moonstar
    -Aradianclan leader
    -shecat
    -silver bengal with ice blue eyes
    -first generation
    -extreme
    -telepathy, manipulation of molecules, invisibility




    [Color=navy]Stonepelt
    -Arcadianclan heir
    -tom
    -dark grey tom with stormy blue eyes
    -second generation
    -extreme




    [color=pink]Melodysong
    -Arcadianclan
    -shecat
    -albino
    -first generation




    [color=purple]Twilightmoon
    -Tidalclan ex-MC
    -shecat
    -tortie with pale yellow eyes
    -first generation




    [color=maroon]Bramblefall
    -Arcadianclan
    -tom
    -brown tabby with blue eyes
    -fifth generation
    -hard




    [color=white]Lunarkit
    -Arcadianclan HPR kit
    -shecat
    -silver bengal with amber eyes
    -second generation
    -many powers




    [color=lime]Opalkit
    -Arcadianclan
    -shecat
    -white and orange with green eyes
    -second generation




    [color=#006611]name
    -alliance
    -gender
    -species
    -generation

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    DUSKPAW

    [fancyimage]http://warriorcatsrpg.com/Them…jySNDs0_kle-KnscUs4QX.png[/fancyimage] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 200; height: 280; overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 280px]Duskpaw let out a small gasp, silently realizing what was happening. "Melodysong, can I be of any help to you?" The black torbie inquired, suddenly panicking. Hopwing was about to have kits in the next few minutes.
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    APRENTICE - ARCADIANCLAN - DIFFICULT - MALE - BROKENDREAMS xx COLUMBIA
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    ic. "Get water," the albino meddie mewled anxiously as she looked over the kitting queen.    		 [fancypost bgcolor=silver; border: 4px dotted transparent; border-radius: 10px; width: 120px; height: 260px; overflow: auto;][color=transparent][color=Blue][font=georgia]
    [size=8]Moonstar
    -Aradianclan leader
    -shecat
    -silver bengal with ice blue eyes
    -first generation
    -extreme
    -telepathy, manipulation of molecules, invisibility




    [Color=navy]Stonepelt
    -Arcadianclan heir
    -tom
    -dark grey tom with stormy blue eyes
    -second generation
    -extreme




    [color=pink]Melodysong
    -Arcadianclan
    -shecat
    -albino
    -first generation




    [color=purple]Twilightmoon
    -Tidalclan ex-MC
    -shecat
    -tortie with pale yellow eyes
    -first generation




    [color=maroon]Bramblefall
    -Arcadianclan
    -tom
    -brown tabby with blue eyes
    -fifth generation
    -hard




    [color=white]Lunarkit
    -Arcadianclan HPR kit
    -shecat
    -silver bengal with amber eyes
    -second generation
    -many powers




    [color=lime]Opalkit
    -Arcadianclan
    -shecat
    -white and orange with green eyes
    -second generation




    [color=#006611]name
    -alliance
    -gender
    -species
    -generation

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    ic. Melodysong looked at the other albino and nodded. "Find a stick for her to bite on."    		 [fancypost bgcolor=silver; border: 4px dotted transparent; border-radius: 10px; width: 120px; height: 260px; overflow: auto;][color=transparent][color=Blue][font=georgia]
    [size=8]Moonstar
    -Aradianclan leader
    -shecat
    -silver bengal with ice blue eyes
    -first generation
    -extreme
    -telepathy, manipulation of molecules, invisibility




    [Color=navy]Stonepelt
    -Arcadianclan heir
    -tom
    -dark grey tom with stormy blue eyes
    -second generation
    -extreme




    [color=pink]Melodysong
    -Arcadianclan
    -shecat
    -albino
    -first generation




    [color=purple]Twilightmoon
    -Tidalclan ex-MC
    -shecat
    -tortie with pale yellow eyes
    -first generation




    [color=maroon]Bramblefall
    -Arcadianclan
    -tom
    -brown tabby with blue eyes
    -fifth generation
    -hard




    [color=white]Lunarkit
    -Arcadianclan HPR kit
    -shecat
    -silver bengal with amber eyes
    -second generation
    -many powers




    [color=lime]Opalkit
    -Arcadianclan
    -shecat
    -white and orange with green eyes
    -second generation




    [color=#006611]name
    -alliance
    -gender
    -species
    -generation


    Hopwing ➨ White ➨ Blue eyes ➨ She-cat ➨ Arcadianclan


    Hopwing winced again at the pain, but she resisted giving in. Melodysong wasn't ready yet, and she had to wait, despite the pain.
    The white queen clenched her teeth and shut her eyes, focusing on what things that would be stupid to her before-- the number of prey on the fresh-kill pile, the tiny holes in the apprentice's den, the scuffs of sand, the intricate weaving of bramble and bracken through the camp barrier and all other things she could ever manage to focus on. But the thing she wanted to get away from was the pain, how it always followed her in every trip and fall. But she was strong. She drew a deep breath and looked up, reassuring herself silently.

    [size=8]The apprentice nodded obediently, disappeared into the camp, and came back with a stich in his jaws. It was a good, solid stick, not too long. "How's this?" He mewed to the kitting she-cat, putting the stick down in front of her. He glanced up at Melodysong.


    Hopwing ➨ White ➨ Blue eyes ➨ She-cat ➨ Arcadianclan


    Hopwing reached forward to grasp the stick in her jaws readily. She nodded, trying to focus.