Spirits above (Spiritsong's kitting!)

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    <blockquote>The pale gray she-cat staggered outside to fetch a piece of prey. She was bloated with kits right now, and she didn't make it far before she collapsed on the moss bed again, unable to get up. She gasped, and was upon her paws again in an instant, until she realised what was happening to her.


    "StarClan, no," she breathed, but nature was stubborn and unfightable. A powerful enemy.


    Spasms of pain shook through her, and she simply closed her eyes and braced for pain, the longing of having a proprer ThunderClan tom to soothe her and lie by her side overpowering. But she had no-one, just her coming kits.


    The first to come was a rather large bundle of fur, with the musky scent of Wind and Trees mingling. She didn't have the strength to lick the scent clean yet, as another kit came. It was a she-kit this time. She was soft, and sleeping soundly, as if sung to. Then another tom, a blue tabby, who seemed calmer, less fidgety than the rest. Serene. A leaf detached from the den roof, and landed on the large tabby tom's craned face, a fallen leaf, a sign from StarClan. Finally, a last white kit, a tom, on the small side, like an echo, a smaller replica of her young self. Names sprouted, coming to mind like water flowing from a waterfall.



    Fallenkit, Serenitykit, Songkit, and Echokit.</blockquote>

    Little Serenitykit was to act true to name from the very beginning. He whimpered a few times at the sudden cold of his new world, with strange scents and sensations brushing against his fur. But he settled quickly, nudging his way to his mother's belly. He knew nothing of her pain at birth, of the torment she felt at the very smell of her own kits. He knew nothing of his father, his halfclan heritage, or the world as a whole. But there was the comforting smell of his mother, and above all, as he kneaded his paws against her soft belly and sought after his first meal, there was safety and security here.

    <blockquote>Partially recovered from birthing pain, Spiritsong intuitively nudged Serenitykit closer to her fat belly, full of rick milk like thick, warm life. Endeared by the sight of this powerful striving, this absolute will to survive, she began grooming her kits- this time not out of fear of discovery, but by love alone.


    Love.


    Spiritsong closed her eyes, a thick purr escaping her throat. She lapped at Serenitykit's blue tabby pelt and at Fallenkit's brown tabby one, at Echokit's white one and Songkit's milky one. Fallenkit nuzzled farther into her stomach, kneading her fat with his white paws. He seemed strong, the strongest, she noted with a thrill, just as Serenitykit promised to be the voice of reason.</blockquote>

    Echokit. the little white male, protested loudly at the new world he'd been brought into, but it was silenced as soon as her found the warmth of his mother's stomach and began to suckle.


    OOC: Sorry, no muse.

    She smiled to herself, slumping to the ground once more with a sigh of relief. Her milk oozed out of her thick teats, like white, thick life. She'd protect these kits, half-Clan or not. Fallenkit gave a little kitten yawn and curled up almost under her belly, enjoying the heavy warmth.

    <blockquote>Silence filled the air. Darkness was like a mask; obscuring vision and sharpening senses. Bliss was music to Songkit's mind. Sweet innocence. She savored the warm breath on her neck. She relished the sweet milk that flowed into her awaiting mouth. She yawned, revealing her tiny pink tongue, and fell into an empty dream. The cold new world faded away for a moment as she dropped from the mountaintops of consciousness.</blockquote>

    Serenitykit finished his first feed. His little muzzle still milky, he cuddled up to Echokit, who was beside him. In the process, managing to leave a smear of milk that went unnoticed against his white fur. His breathing evened out and slowed as he fell asleep, content and full-fed.

    Echokit, like his siblings, curled - or tried to - beside them, his little paws patting aimlessly at the ground before stilling as he slipped further towards sleep. Her mewed softly, little pink tongue licking at the milk on his muzzle before falling asleep.

    OOC | All right, everyone posted, so they are now old enough to speak, roughly a moon ;)


    IC | Spiritsong lifted her head up after the troubled night, her mouth groggy with sleep and her eyes dusty. She blinked to clear the waking fog on her eyes as her kits began to squirm at her belly. Fallenkit, at the very least, was squirming himself, mewing anything at all just to affirm himself. He pawed his mother's belly and looked at her, and Spiritsong's heart missed a beat as she realized his eyes were mismatched.


    Mismatched and Fallen.

    ((OOC| Woohoo! Talking kits! :D))


    Serenitykit was purring as he settled down to feed, a low, continuous rumble in his little chest. Even the simple things in life filled this young kit with contentment.
    His formerly baby-blue eyes were changing to a light shade of yellow, but they were both caught somewhere between at the moment, giving them an almost greenish tint. He blinked up at his mother as he finished feeding, now old enough to lick his lips with a little tongue to clean away leftover milk.
    "Mama?" He mewed, kneading lightly at her foreleg with his small paws.

    Echokit lay on his back, paws in the air, batting at an invisible fly. The young tom's eyes were mismatched, too, one staying its kitten blue, the other slowly tinting green as he grew older. The white tom kit looked up at his mother, his eyes almost seeming to smile up at her. Strong personality features were already showing through the young tom. Even at this young age, he was gentle with a seemingly eternally smiling gaze, yet a strong show of shyness crept in when anyone other than his family were around and that happy gaze would disappear.

    OOC | Err, only one mismatched eye kit per litter>


    BIC | Fallenkit closed his eyes and let go, his mind drifting like a thousand shattered pieces of glass floating above his head. A huge, throaty purr had escaped his rib-cage, swelling into a general rumbling that choked out any other sounds. His paws were folded under him, in the neat, feline way, and his eyes half closed in contentment. His pelt, though obviously browning, contained traces of white in the tabby pattern that pulled on silver, giving him a very... particular coat colour. Though it was far from ugly. His eyes snapped open, and Spiritsong's heart lurched again at the sight of the pure, pond green eye and the other, from birth slightly bluer, generally passing into a multitude of colours. It looked highly particular; most cats had eyes either one, full colour or more amberlike, or hazel, slivered into little shards of different colours.


    Fallenkit had one of each, mused his mother. A light throb turned her mind away from the one kit, and to her belly. Serenitykit was also a very beautiful she-cat, her pelt white, but slightly creamy, not quite the 'pure' kind but very milky all the same.


    'What is it, Sugar?' she answered.

    OOC: You allowed it, Floweh - - Go back and check, if you want.


    IC:
    Of course little Echokit went unnoticed. He rolled over, stretching out contently, eyes still smiling at his mother. Very little seemed to bother the young white tom kit. He yawned widely, baring his little teeth and his pink tongue licking at his muzzle as his jaws closed.

    <blockquote>OOC: Did I?


    IC: Spiritsong smiled, though it was a slightly forced smile, a tense one. Some would say kits wouldn't notice, and others said that kits were the only ones who really did. She said nothing.


    Spiritsong looked away, rummaging in the folds of her mind for some icebreaker. She almost quivered with the ridiculous concept: covering for her kits. In front of her kits.


    "Say, you must be restless," she began, "do you want to go and meet some other warriors, play in the sun or listen to some Elder's tales?"


    Fallenkit scrambled to his paws, an eager light shining in his eyes. Spiritsong could barely stand looking at him.


    So much like his father.


    So little like herself.
    </blockquote>

    ((OOC| Did you mean Serenitykit in your second-last post in the second-last paragraph, Floweh? Because Seren is a boy and he's blue tabby, not creamy-white))


    Serenitykit scrambled to his paws at once, his face lighting up into a charming little smile. "Wanna go outside! Wanna meet Waw-ras! Wanna hear story!" He squeaked, his yellow eyes gleaming in delight. He gazed up at his mother pleadingly. "Go outside!" He added enthusiastically.

    OOC: Yes.


    IC:

    Echokit flattened his little ears, the little white tom scrambling to his paws and stumbling over to his mother, hiding his face shyly in her thick, warm fur. The little tom kit looked up at the queen with wide, baleful, mismatched eyes, "Wawras scary?" he squeaked timidly, he'd yet to meet one, other than his mother, and only watched the other strangers come into the den.

    The post was edited 1 time, last by Dawny ().

    Serenitykit nuzzled at Echokit, meaning to be comforting. He was a sweet-natured little thing, really. "Waa... Wawri... waw-ras play wiv us!"


    ((OOC| Flow, I remember that. Dawny's kit had odd eyes. *digs for thread*



    ŦΞΔЯLESS wrote:

    no odd eyes, unless they are white; and then one eye will be blue.


    Anything about your kitty that you want to change: Is it ok for him to have odd eyes? One green, one blue?


    Couldn't see an answer to Dawny's question but you did add this to the OP:



    ŦΞΔЯLESS wrote:


    5. Male. White. Mismatched eyes. Dawny!


    :)

    Echokit stumbled as his brother nuzzled him, but returned the show of affection a little awkwardly."B-but dey realwy big! Dey squishededed us" he insisted, mismatched eyes growing wider at the thought.

    Serenitykit lowered his voice to a hushed whisper. "Dey not squishehed us... cause if dey do, Mama chew deir tails off!" He giggled, rubbing his head on Echokit's shoulder and nearly falling on his nose.

    <blockquote>OOC: My bad. It shouldn't be, but if I allowed it earlier, whateva ;)


    IC: Spiritsong surpressed a small giggle at her kit's excitement. Fallenkit leapt atop the playing two, and she let them scramble for a moment before closing her eyes at a wave of nosea that suddenly overwhelmed her. Opening them instantly, she put on a fake smile.


    "Let's go, you lot," she joked, and lead them on outside.


    OOC: We can have a little adventure around Horntail...</blockquote>