When will this end?...............[o, kitting thread]

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    Fantasydawn groaned, her joints were weakening and she fell onto a soft pile of moss on the Medicine den floor. Fantasydawn tossed her head, she was groaning like heck. Fantasydawn wished that the pain would leave, from the kits that would be so small to the wide world. Fantasydawn lay limp, her eyes closed and her eyelashes showed once again. A comma in birth was the last thing she needed.


    These kits are not kits that she wants, this she-cat was r.aped by a skull, luckily, she managed to escape the hell hole with hope still brightening in her dim eyes that kept on showing whenever this particular subject was mentioned.


    Absence makes your heart grow smaller,
    While i'm conquering the last frointeer
    Baby i find myself, wondering out loud,
    What will happen to myself?

    "Oh my..." Pantherface mewed with concern. "I'm sure it'll be okay." She gave a reassuring lick on the shoulder of her new friend and hurried off, meowing loudly for the medicine cat to help right away.

    Fantasydawn took the lick as a small one, it felt as if the world beneath her eyes was sinking before her and she didn't even realize it. Fantasydawn waited patiently for the Medic, but her legs were sprawling, and she was closing her eyes, begging Starclan for comfort. It seemed like Starclan cats were all around her, comforting, and helping but nothing seemed to work.

    Get out of here. Soliloquypaw snapped at the warrior, Pantherstrike. You've no business in the medicine cats den acting like you own the place! She was upset that Cougareyes was dead and didn't want to deal with stupid warriors. We can do this on our own without cats like you trying to be wanna-be-medicine cats.



    Turning to the pregnant queen, she nudged her gently and grabbed some borage leaves. Eat these She thought through telepathy.

    Fantasydawn was relived to know that she was in care for now. "Thank you,"She crooned, closing her eyes painfully. The kits were kicking, and, trust me, that would be very painful if someone was kicking inside your very own body. Anyway, Fantasydawn felt like going to sleep and missing out the whole event of having kits.


    But that was not the best thing to do right now, if she wanted kits to come out, then she would have to her eyes open and alert because these kits were coming now and it would not be nice to have kits while your asleep.

    Dawnfeather came by her side, giving Fantasydawn a stick to grip on while she kitted. She laid by her best friend and soothed her friends tummy with her tail.

    Fantasydawn gripped the stick, she clenched it between her teeth. Wondering if she should push or not.

    Dawnfeather could sense Fantasydawn's pressure. "Don't try so hard. Wait until you know when it's time," she gave some words of wisdom.

    OOC: Yep, but only when it comes out.


    Fantasydawn nodded, closing her eyes painfully, while she clenched the stick until it was dented.

    Dawnfeather went out again, and came back moments later with dripping moss. She held it in front of her friend to lick.

    Fantasydawn began to lick constantly, her tounge was rough, but she was weakening. Soon, a small kit made its way into the big, wide world, it was blind and yet, very, very fragile. The small kit made its way to suckle on her belly, latching itself onto a teat, it began to drink the life-saving liquid.

    Dawnfeather smiled. She was happy for her friend. Where's the father? she remembered.

    Fantasydawn stared hard at the kits, most of them did not inherit her genetics, but the 'fathers' ones. It turned out, these were kits she did not expect, for she was r.aped by a tom that was roaming on Riverclans territory.

    Dawnfeather, too, realized they didn't look like their mother. She didn't want to ask about their father right now. "What are you going to name them," she asked, purring.

    "Hmm, this one-"Fantasydawn meowed as she turned to the creamy white one, "Shall be called Addictivekit,"She meowed, smiling as the small she-cat kit mewed in response. Then, she stared hard at the Havana brown tom, "He will be named as Pigeonkit,"She mewed, proudly, raising her chin. Then she turned to the mix of white and brown one, "Oh, this is tough,"She said, coking her head, "Actually, heres one, Runtkit,"The small brown tom squealed in reply, and all three latched them selves onto a teat and began to suck at the delicacy of the milk.

    Fantasydawn agreed, "I like all of them, espically Runtkit,"She meowed with intrest in the small, squirming kit. Fantasydawn never dreamed of living still through all that pain, it was not what she had expected.

    "Do you need anything?" Dawnfeather started toward the entrance of the nursery.