Within the Nursery of the ToMS lay a ginger tabby she-cat. Her yellow eyes scanned the area, taking in everything. She looked somewhat grumpy, and her stomach was huge, bigger then most cats in the nursery. That was because her kits were to be half serval, and with much thought, she had figured would be bigger then most of the kits she had seen playing around. That wasn't the reason why she seemed grouchy though.
No, it was because she regretted becoming a queen. She had spoken with a group of she-cats who had convinced her to tag along to meet Brody- a black serval tom. Despite the fact that he was quite handsome, she didn't want to become a mother. She felt she wasn't ready, and not just that, but she felt like she was letting the clan down. She couldn't hunt, fight or do anything except eat and sit around.
She laid down, carefully, but with her back to the nursery entrance. Her nest was at the back, where she happily spent her days lately sleeping, unable to do much else. She sighed and stared at the wall, watching through the small crack as everyone else enjoyed the kind weather outside.
Suddenly, without warning, a ripple of pain shot through Heartless and she growled, closing her eyes. She shifted in her nest and another ripple passed, this time though she pushed. A small tom lay behind her, and she automatically grabbed the tom and cleaned him. She placed him by her stomach and admired the new life for a moment, "Flicker of a Dying Ember... Or Flick." She mewed.
Now normally, Heartless wouldn't use Tribe names, but she decided for the first born, she would. She was beginning to relax, but another shot of pain gnawed at her. She shut her eyes to brace the ripple that followed with another kit. This one a she-kit. As she had done for Flick, Heartless cleaned and placed the new kit by her stomach, "Billie." She mewed quietly, looking at her second kit.
Heartless braced herself, ready for the next wave, which passed through her as soon as she had gotten ready. They seemed to be becoming heavier and harder for her, but she pushed through. Another she-kit was born, "Celestyn." She named the kit with a deep breath after she had finished the steps she had followed for all three.
She wasn't done though, no, not yet. The final kit was almost impossible for her to push out, but after a few minutes of struggling, the fourth and final kit was born, "Secret." She mewed to the final kit and finally placed her head down and let the kits do what kits do.
((Kkz so I rp Billie, Flick is Icey's, Celestyn is Moonpelt's and Secret is Wolfspirit's.))