Here they come. (Serebella's kitting, Wolfin and kits only please!)

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    Serebella was curled up in the shade provided by a rocky hangover. Her tail was curled over her nose and her rounded flanks rose and fell with every breath. A sudden pain in her side woke her, it was followed quickly by another one, this pain a little bit sharper. She knew she was kitting...great. "Argo." She called, her ears flicking nervously. Argo had been different these days but she still wanted him there, no matter how many she cats had or were carrying his kits at this very moment.

    Agro poked his head out his nest. "Serabella?" he meowed, tipping his head. He was sleeping on a pile of shredded fur. In a fit of rage earlier, he'd torn it up, and he'd given one pelt to Spotsylvania before that. "You ok?" he asked, still feeling guilty for their fight during the CloudClan search. He'd never apologised officially for it, and he'd been hoping she had called him over to forgive him. Instead, she looked sick. Maybe...
    His heart panged when he thought about Spotsylvania, Maskedface, Bunko, Andromeda... He'd mated with all of them. Andromeda had been his first mate, but he'd no idea where she had went, he still worried about her. Maskedface and Spotsylvania had been the mother-daughter duo he'd mated with on the same day... Both of them had had the kits by now. Spotsylvania had kitted in the camp a few days ago.


    He could recognise the signs of labor by now.

    OOC: Damn you Argo! Damn you for being a player! -shakes fist at him-


    Serebella gasped as a contraction shuddered through her body. It was the most pain she'd ever felt in her whole life. "Do I look and or sound ok?!" she gasped as another contraction wracked her body. She hated this, there was too much pain involved. Suddenly, after the next contraction, a little bundle of fur appeared beside her. She nipped the sack and started licking the little kits body, shuddering as more contractions passed through her. In a matter of minutes, Serebella had four small kits by her side. She lay her head on the pelt below her, breathing heavy and fast.

    Agro purred lightly. "I asked out of courtesy." he chuckled, turning away slightly. The goo always made him slightly sick.
    He peeked once or twice, going over to lick her between the ears once she was finished.


    ooc: lol Dawny ^^

    The unnamed chocolate tabby let out a squeal as he entered the world. Without another sound, he squirmed over to Serabella's side and began suckling hungrily. He just did it.

    Serebella moved her head away from Argo's tounge, glaring up at him. "Argo, you listen to me. No more mating with every she cat you see. If you and me are going to stay you and me then you can't have 4 litters of kits at the same time with all different she cats. Me or them, take your pick." she hissed, her pent-up feelings spilling out without any thought. She couldn't believe she'd just said that, it was no not ment to be said yet! She acted like it was supposed to happen and licked her squirming kits softly.


    A small brown ticked tabby tom kit squirmed to his mother's belly, starting to suckle next to his brother. Warmth started to flood through his small body.

    Agro flinched back slightly in surprise. He never expected Serabella to snap at him like this. It certainly made him respect her a lot more. "You." he smiled. "It has to be you, of course." the Death Pride leader meowed. He lowered his head slightly, feeling guilty. Sure, he'd loved all those she-cats, except Bunko. He'd been high on poppy seeds and catnip at the time, thought she was Andromeda... It was mistake, but Bunko, being in heat at the time, hadn't resisted in anyway. He'd never got high again after that. "Sorry." he meowed. "Sorry for that, and sorry for leaving you alone that time, when we went to find CloudClan."

    Serebella's eyes lit up happily, it was all she could do not to jump up and down with excitement. "If you really mean it...then I'm sorry too. I'm sorry for acting like a jerk about the Cloudclan thing and avoiding you after it. I was scared to begain with and then you started acting wierd when you found out you were Death Pride's leader...and it scared me more." she mewed softly, her tounge rasping over her kits. "But its ok now...Everything's ok." she purred softly, stretching up and licking Argo's muzzle, her eyes glittering lovingly. She hoped for his sake he'd stay true to his word. "I'll tear you to peices and let Death Pride eat them if I find out you have a new she cat, Argo." she warned, flicking the top of his ears with her tail. "Now..what should we name the kits?" she asked

    "Don't ever be scared when you're with me." he meowed, looking at the kits. "Something strong. I like Tesla for that one." Agro meowed, pointing to the chocolate kit. (ooc: right Grimmy?)


    ooc: Argh, Argo's being all sappy. It's weird to RP a bad cat like that, but he just goes mushy for she-cats... I'm so sorry if what he said made you barf like it made me. ~eh, I hate writing like some bad romance novel, but it was the only thing that fit for him to say... *dies*

    The little kitten squirmed around, surprised to be here. She felt her siblings moving around, so she inched forward. The unnamed kit started to nurse when she got close enough to smell milk.

    OOC: haha Wolfin! It didn't make me barf cause I think like the characters I play when I write about them. Serebella thinks its sweet so when I write with her I think so too.


    Serebella purred softly, her eyes shinning happily. "Tesla is a wonderful name." she purred, licking Tesla between the ears. "How about Aradne for the chocolate tabby she kit and Caine for the other tom kit?" she mewed, leavin the last one, a little she cat for Argo to name.


    Caine squirmed and mewled softly, latching onto a teat and starting to suckle.

    ooc: lol, I do that too :) (What was the last she-kit's name again?)


    Agro purred. "Nice names, they sound strong, like they'll demand respect." he commented proudly, then looked at the last unnamed kit, trying to think of a name. He scutinised her, trying to find a name that fit her, but none that came to mind sounded good...

    OOC: The last she kit's name is Halibel


    Serebella smiled. "They will demand respect, they are the kittens of Death Pride's leader." she purred, liking how the words rolled off her tounge.

    ooc: lol and that one was mine, too XD


    ic: Agro looked down. "Hmmm." he meowed, thoughtfull. Something that sounds pretty, but still strong. Belly... no... Hail.... no... Hally.... mmm....maybe...."Halibell." he announced, and instantly liked the sound.

    Perebella purred even louder than before. "Beautiful and strong. Caine, Tesla, Aradne and Halibell. They're all wonderful." she mewed softly, licking all her kits in turn as she said their names.

    Agro purred. "Mind if I take a walk, Serabella?" he asked. Well, he was hardly able to do his leadering job here with his kits. He was going to take a walk anyway, so there was no point in her saying no, so he got up. "I'll visit again soon."

    Serebella nodded. "Take you're walk, but remember your promise. I really don't want to be the one to kill you." she mewed, looking at him pointedly. "Yes, visit soon. Bye Argo." she mewed softly, laying her head on the moss and closing her eyes. She could feel her kits beside her and hoped for their sake Argo kept his promise.