TekhniClan kits birthing thread {for those that Birdcage choosen. -PRIVATE-}

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    [size=3]PLEASE NOTE: This thread is private and ONLY people that Birdcage choosen to play the kits can ONLY be included and Birdcage herself, and of course I myself. Thank you.[/size]




    What in the Great StarClan...


    Lyrepaw slowly limped to her apprentice coop, she sighed, her whole slim body has turned into a fat kittypet figure, she just needed a collar and she looked like a perfect weak kittypet. The siren apprentice absolutely hated her fat, she didn't even try eating and only drinking, nothing is working! That stomach fat just kept growing and growing, yet it hurt sometimes and she always struggled after her ginger body feels those weird shivers. Lyrepaw couldn't even lay down properly but lean down as she was dead, she didn't even want anything, no food, no clanmates, no noises. And it was of course not true to herself, the apprentice came closer and away from the noises, and hid in the shadows where light can't touch the coop, she slowly closed her eyes... "What in the Great StarClan is going on with myself." A quiet whisper went by, her tone was all shaky and hollow. Her breathing became faster and faster and faster, until she YOWLED in all sudden of the silence...!


    This is where you may jump right in~

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    The kit felt movement -- one she never wanted to happen. It was time to leave the small cavity, and face the real world. She squirmed in her mother's womb, trying to break free from the force that was taking her out from the warm, safe place.



    The apprentice's body automatically struggled, it was a sign. She felt something from her body coming all the way down, it was like a disturbing parasite that was coming finally after stabbing it's victim. Very slowly, that creature went down and came out finally of her body, she didn't feel anything but the numb body and stiffened up muscles on the stomach and deep breathing. Lyrepaw went motion blur as she quickly looked around, she saw blood splatters, and a silent mewing. Her breathing stopped, "A kit? what? how? why?" The siren apprentice asked herself, she didn't have time to think how is it happened, but she just grabbed the kit's scruff and put it closer to herself and licked the mucus off and looked at the weak desperate paws of hers. She pushed the kit closer to the belly, she had to nurse her. Even if the finally the "pain" that was always bothering her, now has come out, she felt there is still more in her stomach. "More of them?" She thought with a hollow and a concerned face, then faced at the kit. Then her eyes framed at the kit, she didn't understand how was that possible? And who is the father? What if other cats will get to know about this? And Chopstick, her mentor, how will her react to such incident?


    The kit had made it alive -- into the strange, cold world. No more warmth, no more protection, no more feeling. She let out a wail as she felt something strange touch her, and she felt the friction between her wet pelt and the dry one. Letting out small wails, the blinded and deaf kit squirmed around, going nowhere.


    But then, there was warmth as she was lifted and moved. She opened her mouth, finding a teat. What was this? Out of instinct, she wrapped her small mouth around it, and sucked in. A warm fluid ran down her throat, and it was surprisingly good. She began to suckle, bringing her paws up to her mother's belly and beginning to knead.



    Lyrepaw felt relief that kit found her body and fur, and started suckling, she flickered her ears, as an idea came in, for a name for the kit, because a name is a very important thing for everycat, it represents you and your life, and sometimes your appearance too. The siren apprentice licked the kit few times, Lyrepaw felt warm in her heart when her tongue touched the kit soft fur. Her bright eyes shined around the coop, as for security to see if anyone didn't see this. She put on her paw on the ground and whispered, "Zephyr...kit. The name's Zephyrkit." The apprentice whispered very quietly to the kit. Ginger cat knew her kit doesn't know what did she say this second, but once the time passes away, the name gets stuck like glue to the tailtip.


    OOC: Shouldn't this be in a roleplay board, not the adoptions board? If you let me know which board TekhniClan is in, I could move it there for you. =)

    Wormkit's pink-ish colored body laid still in the first few minutes of his life; the ride and fall of his sides and nose giving the only indication that he lived. The kit felt coldeness slowly creep up on him from not being snuggled up agaisnt his mom, so he slowly moved towards the feeling of warmth that radiated off of the adult cat. He comfortably arranged his body alongside hers, happy to have a source of heat.



    Lyrepaw, after having another kit born, struggled again a little bit and flinched, but didn't yowl so loud, her body was already numb and sore so she couldn't feel much pain. She licked the mucus off the kit too and she gasped a little, she noticed this one kit was hairless, she didn't understand how is it? She isn't hairless by herself, the only cat she knows that is hairless is... her mentor Chopstick?! Many thoughts went trough her mind about it, but then shook her head and looked away, maybe it's like that due to the kit being newborn? But her first kit isn't hairless that much... The siren apprentice sighed and framed her eyes at the distance, she pushed with her paw the kit to suckle too and whispered, "Wormkit is the name of yours. Because you are unique and without fur, but I will still love you dearly." She smiled at her first tom of her litter. Even when this kit born, she felt that there's more of her kits in her womb.



    ooc: You have to talk with Birdcage about it or something, she told me to post here. xD


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    ooc: I moved it. :]


    Chopstick padded around, quite bored. He hadn't seen Lyrepaw around, and wanted to go train some more. She had started to look a bit odd, had she been putting off weight? He shrugged the thought out of his mind before he caught her scent. With a large smile on his hairless face he trotted into the den, his eyes adjusting. "Hello Lyr-" he caught himself once he saw a small bundle at her side. Blinking, he tried to think how this could have happened, and who exactly the father was.




    The apprentice gasped, as she saw Chopstick, "Wait! I can explain this, this is not what it looks like, I am not really sure by myself, really, I didn't do it on purpos-" All she quickly spat out after this was just silence, the pale ginger cat looked at the kits, she was really scared. The siren apprentice couldn't say anything, nothing. She sighed finally and turned up her courage. "I... I think the father of the kits... is... is... y-you." She quietly mumbled turning her head down, she somehow felt it was due to one of the kit's being hairless, just like Chopstick.


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    Chopstick blinked again, his eyes confused as he looked at Lyrepaw's scared face. How could this have happened? He didnt like girls.. had he really.... His face turned into a grimace, imagining himself actually with a she cat like that. No, it wasnt possible. "No, they can't be." He shook his head side to side. "no no no no no no no. Nooooo." He said finally stopping, his tail lowered slightly as he saw that single hairless kit.




    She sighed, Lyrepaw really didn't want to have kits at this time like now, especially when she doesn't have a crush and a later mate. "I swear, I don't know how this happened. I think it's you because, I couldn't think of any clan cat that could be the father, and none of the kits look like none of the toms in the clan beside that hairless one that looks like just like you, I think, you might be the father." The apprentice slowly explained, she was really afraid what is she going to do with the kits and her training. "Also I feel in later hours I am gonna deliver few more kits of the litter, I still feel some more." she continued, "I don't even know what am I going to do with the kits, should the clan know about me and you with the kits, or I should give the kits at night when no one sees to one of the queens?" Lyrepaw's eyes framed down at the hairless kit, and curled her tail around the newborns.


    Chopstick's brow furrowed. He felt slightly like he was having an out of body experience. Was he really here? Was this really happened? Of course he had wanted kits, that fatherly instinct just didnt go away once he had figured out that he didnt like females.. but he had merely accepted the fact that he would never have kits of his own. Now that he actually might have them, with his apprentice at that, he didnt know what to feel. "D.. Do you want to keep them?" He stammered, his eyes never leaving the hairless kit that it seemed to him like he was vaguely looking at a mirror. There was no doubt these were his kits, no doubt at all. Why was he being so calm? He had not a clue.




    "Yes I want to keep them." Apprentice mewled quickly, and didn't say anything for about 5 minutes, her head was out of this world, in reality she just had mixed feelings. Like any of mother, she is really devoted to her kits and would keep them and won't trade them for anything, but wait, she is still just an apprentice age cat, why she would take care of some kits when she is almost a kit by herself? Well, not really a kit though, more of a young cat now. But the mother like behavior is controlling her, and the only reply was just a yes.


    "Then keep them. I wouldn't want you to give them away anyways." He shrugged padding closer so he could get a better look at his kits. His kits. The fragment was unfamiliar. "There beautiful." He said, tearing up slightly as he looked at them.




    Lyrepaw nodded, "I know, I named them Zephyrkit and Wormkit. They had to have names anyway. I think the names suit them quite well." She purred and licked their foreheads and let them continue to suckle.


    "Yeah, they do." He nodded. "Well. umm.. Are you hungry?" He asked, tilting his head sideways.

    Oblivious to the world around him, Wormkit drank to his heart's content before peacefully fading into sleep. The tom's pink hued sides rose and fell evenly as he slept.




    Lyrepaw yawned and nodded again to Chopstick, "I am. It would be really nice for you to bring some of the prey from freshkill pile." She purred.


    The unborn black smoke tortie had no clue what was going on and wasn't prepared for what was going to happen to this small little kit. Grizzlykit, still unnamed, was unaware that she was going to be entering a new, cold world.

    Chopstick nodded, dipping his head before trotting outside. Glancing back, he sighed and turned around, giving Lyrepaw a quick lick on the head before once more disapearing out of the den. He felt guilty. No, he felt more then guilty. How could he have done this?