a great day - kitting, open

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    [size=7pt]the small kitten mewed loudly again, her folded ears slowly lifting, though her eyes were still closed. if she could not see, perhaps she could smell and hear. the world was very loud and had many voices, all jumbled and mixed, making it difficult for her to make heads or tails of what they were saying. and the scents were even worse, just a horrid mix of different animals and felines. the scent of blood was there, too, although hestia couldn't quite recognize that scent, being so young.


    [ oo, can i start roleplaying hestia as one month old now? ]

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    In the beginning, it felt warm and stuffy. Yet, there was a sense of comfort in this small confinement as she was in place, feeling weightless. It was dark and there wasn't much that she could see, but it felt nice in a strange sense. Then strong, rocking movements displaced her and she let out a mewl of protest as she slid out almost effortlessly onto the ground.


    Prodding her paw around, she eventually reached the familiar touch of fur and pulled herself closer to Breezekit. Still tired and only starting to breathe for the first time in her life, Leoni snuggled by her brother and fell asleep. It felt nice to have a comforting place again, even if the air around this new surrounding was more dry and cold.


    This sucks, she thought mentally to herself, feeling the negative emotions of being suddenly displaced and having to adapt to a new, different surrounding. Leoni liked where she was before just fine, and now, she was launched out to a harsher environment. There was no more weightless feeling, no warmth, no belonging. She felt more alone than ever as she fell asleep.

    [justify]Wingstar was desperate to go back to the kittens. Her newborns needed her, they needed her to take care of them and step into the role of mother to them. She wondered what was going to happen, feeling scared though she soon discovered that she didn't need to be.


    The calico was one that Wingstar knew and the grief that had lived with her since Nebulaheart's death returned with a pang. This was her own mother, the she-cat who Wingstar had so frequently turned to when she had had her own troubles. It had been many moons since Nebulaheart had first joined StarClan. She had been an apprentice when she had given birth to Wingstar and her littermates, just as Wingstar had been when she'd had her first litter. "Mum," her spirit said hoarsely. She quietened again as Nebulaheart spoke and before she could say anything, she could feel herself awakening once more in her body.


    Her head still hurt but not nearly as bad as it had done towards the end of her kitting. Wingstar's aqua eyes looked around at her clanmates, appreciative of their compliments, then moving down onto the eleven kits that were all suckling at her stomach. "Thank you everybody," she purred weakly. "I'm back now. Fifly, meet our children."


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    Eyeing Fireflyspark, the she-cat felt an unfamiliar surge of emotion burning in her chest. Were she capable, she was certain that she'd have begun to cry. But instead she just swallowed back the mewl of joy that tried to push its way out of her, settling down beside her daughter.


    "Tell him I say hello."

    "Oh thank starclan, you're okay" iron sighed with relief. wiping the tears away from his eyes, he noticed the kits. "Who are these 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12, no, 11 bundles of joy?"

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    The timber wolf was a little late to the scene, but nevertheless, he arrived. He looked over towards the kittens, and towards Wingstar. [b]"Congratulations, Wingstar."     The advisor said, with a nod of his head.


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    [justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 400px;]Wednesday was stone cold silent and unmoving like a marble statue. Why did her siblings all have to make such movement and squeaking. Her little tiny tar black ears slightly pinned themselves on her skull, her body only deciding to cling close to her mother or well the source of best warmth. She was completely jet black with no other coloring except a shock of alabaster milk white around her neck like some sort of collar that slightly went down to the beginning of her chest. Yet she hid this part with her puny paws, curling them while thinking about how odd this world was. Why was everyone making such a massive announcement of her being in this place? Her siblings seemed either confused about the sudden clawing of icy coldness that began to crawl over her mother's form. She too was in a conundrum of uneasy curiosity but after a while, her small ears heard the pounding of a moving pumping heart. Wednesday managed to show some sort of joy as she whispered a small squeaky meow before snuggling close to the body, her whiskers twitching and her eyes still screwed shut.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr]No, Behavioralscience hadn't returned to WindClan. His birthplace was too full of memories; he much preferred life in SunClan. The scrawny seal point had, however, heard that his mother was once again pregnant. The first time she'd had another litter, when he'd been only a few moons old, he'd been so jealous. He'd wondered why she'd wanted to replace him and his siblings . . . sure, they hadn't all been around that much, but didn't she love them? He'd eventually gotten past them, eventually learnt to love his new siblings. When he'd learnt of that Wingstar was due around Christmas, he'd picked himself up and headed toward the border, never mind how hard the journey was for a blind cat.


    He'd been allowed in, having told the patrol by the border why he had come, and they'd brought him to the camp. His timing was perfect: as he pushed toward the den, he heard the mewls of newborn kittens, and his heart felt fit to burst. He couldn't see them, didn't know how wonderful they looked, but they were his little siblings.


    And oh! Father was here too; he smelled Fireflyspark clearly. Slowly, painstakingly, he moved closer to the press of bodies. "Mama, Daddy, congratulations."



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    [justify][hr]☾ the air was freezing against their wet, sticky fur. having just been born, the winter breeze was nothing like the nurturing, gentle warmth of their mother's body. it was concerning and discomforting - they were unsure of what they were doing, and not even aware of their own existence.


    astral squeaked as their older brother licked their side softly. the tongue was warm and stimulated their tiny body, encouraging their heart to beat harder, for their blood to pump faster. the gesture almost warmed them, in a sense, until the brief moment was over. no more heat, no more comfort. and that bothered them.


    gravity sucked them down to the cold earth, and upon the realization that there was heat, they wildly scrambled towards it. astral tried and tried, despite being buried under their many siblings. fifth of the eleven kits born, their many brothers and sisters crowded astral's senses.


    they eventually hit drier, coarser fur, and astral rubbed their face against wingstar, desperate to suckle. they didn't know why, but they simply felt like they had to.


    the blue lynx point finally attached themself, and on instinct, began to feed.


    they were never aware that they would eventually view the world as cold and desolate as they felt now.
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    [justify]Behaviouralscience? A look of surprise was on her face at the sight of her son, who she had not seen for moons. Wingstar wasn't unhappy seeing him though, no, she was over the moon. "It's wonderful to see you again, Behaviouralscience! And thank you! You'll have to come again in a few moons time to meet them properly, once they're older. I'm sure they'd love to see one of their older siblings." Then she turned to Fifly. "When I died, I saw my mother... s-she told me to say hello to you."[/justify]

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    Life is such a peculiar thing. We are brought onto this planet through a disturbing process, but for what purpose? That is unclear. However, we might as well live it while we have the chance. The petite girl, the first born, rolled onto her back, mewling helplessly. Although her eyes were sealed shut and her ears did not yet work, she knew that there was something around her, something to be explored. Already, despite having only been born mere moments ago, the youth was filled with curiosity. It flowed through her veins like blood cells, as if she needed it to live. Which might be true, actually.


    Rolling herself back onto her stomach, the kitten crawled forward some few inches, attempting to find some sort of reason for the moment. Her small head bumped into the soft fur of her mother and she mewled, flailing aimlessly. Something was in her way, something warm and familiar. Mom. Another mewl, this one of delight instead of confusion. She curled her short tail around her slim body, nestling into the crook of her mother's stomach. Soft snorts came from her dark grey nose. She was asleep.

    ♥[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; margin-top: -6px]The to-be-named kitten was one of the last to be born out of the large litter. She was small at the moment, but she'll grow along just fine. Her short fur on the other hand... There was a cold rush of wind, which made the kit mewl. There was a lot of talking going on, but the newborn didn't understand any bit of the jibberish. Sweaterkit. The kitten attempted to bring herself closer to their mother's belly in the noisy darkness. The warmth her mother brought the kitten some joy. It made her feel... good? Well, she was still a newborn with some brain development in the process, so she wouldn't know. She did a little whine, which was probably weak in comparison to the others.






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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 35px; margin-bottom: 1px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black;]TRENCHWARFARE[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; font: 14px arial; color: black;]COLOUREDCLAN ♕ WARDER ♕ BLACK JAGUAR ♕ [abbr=Trenchwarfare Hayate || Temporarily in Windclan ||Goes by Trey || Wingspan x Flintpaw/Rheon || Physically only 22 moons || Demon queen || Polyamorous demisexual || Single || Formerly known as Darkpaw,Fifteenromances,and Southernjezebel || Former cannibal || Wears fake bat ears + silver dog tags + katana || Has multiple bodies/shapeshifting || Very difficult in a fight || Blind in left eye || Very jaded personality, mostly monotone || Secretly a big sarcastic teddy bear ]OTHER[/abbr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; height: 3px; margin-top: -12px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 320px;]The jaguar often didn't bother to show her face around Windclan, despite being semi in it. Stopping shortly away from the newborn kittens, the jaguar would murmur passively,"Hello kiddos..." And even though they wouldn't be able to understand their older, half sister, it was the thought that mattered. Maybe. "They look great mom."