The kits are arriving!

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    ooc: how is that godmoding? if Bladekit hit her hard enough, they would both tumble together.


    Bladekit felt tired and hungry again so he crawled up to his mother and began suckling next to his sister.

    Eruptionkit lifted his head tiredly and gave a wailing, "Mew!" His roudy siblings had been tumbling back and forth, waking the ginger and white kit from his sleep. The kit mewed once more to show anyone around that he was there. With that, the tom-kit turned to his mother's stomach. He had quickly learned where the source of milk came from, and the hungry kit started suckling.

    Halvakit let out a little joy squeak her tortie coat shining. Halvakit blidly stumbled over a kit's paws and fell face forward into the moss. Lifting her dry nose into the air she caught the scent of creamy milk. Crawling on her unstable paws carefully she found her way to Embersong. She let out a little mew as the milk rushed into her dry mouth.

    Embersong felt and saw all of her kits suckling happily. She looked down at them and whispered, "Thank you, Mudheart." She licked the top of Rememberkit's head gently, then did the same to all the kits to calm them down.

    Bladekit lifted his now tired head up to look blindly up at his mother he snuggled up closer to her and began to snore softly.

    Eruptionkit woke up sleepily to a world of darkness. It was not an unusual feeling, for the newborn had not known any other way. He thought hard for a moment, not knowing what had happened. The kit had unexpectedly dozed off, for what amount of time was unknown the bundle of fur. He gave a wailing "Mew!" which was aimed toward his mother. The meaning of the wail was for his mother to start licking him again. The quickly learning tom had realized that if he roused his mother she would start licking him. The feeling felt so good and comforting to the defenseless kit. Eruptionkit gave another sharp "Mew!", and continued doing so until his mother paid attention to him.

    Halvakit felt squirming around her and snuggled closer to her mother's warm body. She felt the rise and fall of her little chest. Did I look cute? She asked herself.


    OOC:What color is Halvakit?

    OOC: My guess is that when these kits grow older, Eruptionkit and Bladekit may get into a few fights. Only because of Eruptionkit's future attitude.


    IC: Eruptionkit gave yet another persistent "Mew!" as Bladekit batted at him. The ginger and white tom-kit did not like the feeling at all, what kind of cruel world was this place? It was nothing like the warm, protective bed he had been resting in not too long ago. Turning, Eruptionkit batted back at his brother in revenge. The tiny ginger kit was not usually spiteful, but he had not liked being pushed around by his older sibling. Eruptionkit turned back to his mother and started kneading at her stomach. His consistent suckling started up once again.

    ooc: really? lol. you wanna make a plot for them?


    Bladekit woke up and batted Eruptionkit again with a paw, his younger brother had made him want to play again.

    OOC: Sure, that sounds great. If you can think of anything then PM me and we can discuss it. I am not too good of think up plots, so if you have any ideas I would be happy to add to it.


    IC: Eruptionkit, disturbed once again by his older brother, stopped suckling. If this kept up, his tender head would not feel too good. He leaned over and batted back at his playful attacker. Was the batting playful or spiteful? Eruptionkit did not know the difference. All he knew was to protect himself from his older, and somewhat larger sibling. The tom-kit gave another wailing, "Mew!", which seemed to be the only sound he knew how to make. Consistent "Mew!"s came out of the kit's body. He continued his noise only because he knew it would annoy Bladekit.

    ooc: yeah sure, I'll pm you.


    Bladekit butted Eruptionkit with his head and then landed on top of him. He did a playful growl.

    Eruptionkit felt the weight of his heavier brother land on top of him. He tried to wriggle out from underneath, but the kit had not learned exactly how to control his body. He felt defenseless and unsure of what to do. He gave out a "Mew!" of alarm to tell his brother to get off. Surely he would listen to his plea. If Bladekit did not, then Eruptionkit felt sure that he would suffocate.

    OOC:THanks!


    IC: Halvakit let her little tortie body squirm up and suckle. She carefully placed paw in front of paw letting out squeaks of joy when they hit the ground. Halvakit herad squeaks and mews and jumped into the play-battle. She let her little paw swing out into the ir then she waited.