Shaderise's kitting!! Med cat please

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    ((we're going to need rpers for the kits, I think there will be four, so if you want one just say!!))


    Shaderise knew something was going to happen before she'd even opened her eyes that morning. The kits were overly restless today, squirming and moving around within her swollen belly, and she had to turn over many times to accommodate a bothersome lump here or there. But soon after she'd eaten something felt incredibly odd; there was a pressure on her body that hadn't been there before...


    And she knew. The kits were coming.

    [ooc: I have permission from Dots to post here. ^^]


    Staccatopaw limped towards the she-cat who seemed to be in labor, a bundle of herbs clamped in her jaws. These were some of the few herbs she knew - thyme and borage. Kittings were supposed to be fairly simple - she hoped so.


    "How are you doing?" she murmured, placing the wrapped leaves by her paws as she stopped. "Doing fine, I see," she answered herself, then nudged the thyme forward. "This will help you feel calm," the apprentice promised - that's what thyme was supposed to do, anyway, right?

    ((okay))


    Shaderise nodded, yelping when a her body contracted without warning, and gnawed up the thyme leaves as she was told.

    "That should help you feel calmer," Staccatopaw reassured, reaching to touch her tailtip to Shaderise. "It won't take too long, you're doing fine."

    Shaderise nodded, feeling the first effects of the herb calm her slightly. Within a few moments, though, she felt a strong urge to push, and as she did so, a tiny black ball of wet fur rolled out onto the floor of the den.

    Name:
    Gender:
    Rank:
    Looks:
    Other:
    fill this out the parents are gray and black


    Mine
    Name: Nightkit
    Gender:tom
    Rank: kit
    Looks: black with amber eyes
    Other:


    Castiel is this okay??

    Name: Swiftkit
    Gender: she-cat
    Rank: kit
    Looks: light gray pelt, grey/blue eyes, tiny
    Other:

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    "You," Staccatopaw looked at Smokefoot urgently, "lick the kit. Lick it's fur the wrong way." She searched through her memory for anything else she could remember about all the kittings she'd seen.

    ((yeah, it's great! :3 there'll be four kits.))


    With another heave Shaderise. pushed, and out popped a little lump of grey.

    ((meh, I think I want one.
    name: Ivorykit
    gender: male
    rank: kit
    appearance: white fur, red eyes
    other: he's albino and the runt :3))


    Shaderise panted with the effort and the pain. It wasn't long before she was pushing again, and a tiny white kit plopped wetly onto the floor of the den.

    "Keep breathing, deep breaths," Staccatopaw urged, reaching out to rest one paw on Shaderise's flank. "You're doing a great job."

    She nodded briefly, attempting to smile, but it just came out as a grimace when another wave of pain flushed her frame.

    ((next one will be stillborn, because I always make drama for my rp subjects...))


    Shaderise didn't know why, but it felt like the last kit was smaller than the others... even smaller than the white one, and he was so tiny... it didn't respond when Smokefoot licked it, trying to warm it up a little...