-- and the wind sang sweet sorrows [p, Aquariustide's Kitting]

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    No. Not now. Not here. No.


    The kitting cinnamon she-cat lay on her side in the depths of Hawkclan forest. So she had traveled out all alone by herself, knowing well that she shouldn't of, but she didn't actually think the kits would be coming now. Her heart raced as the pain seized her whole body. She had no stick to clamp her jaws on, nothing to ease the pain, no one to help her through this, and no medicine cat. She let out a low moan, and then a high pitched shriek as she leaned backwards. Her eyes shut tightly as her powerful ripples flowed down her stomach. Aquariustide let out a small scared whimper. She needed Foxwhisker here, she needed her mother and her father here. She needed her sister, Primrose here, and maybe even her step-sister, Paradisekissed. She need her family here with her, but instead she had only the wind to comfort her, nothing more and nothing less. The pain was almost unbearable now and she was bleeding badly. Starclan help her survive this dreaded event.

    Arieskit kicked hard inside his mother.


    Foxwhisker wandered through the forest. When he heard a loud shriek, he took off at a run, following his mate's scent.

    Aquariustide gritted her teeth. Dang it, a stick would be really good by now. "Oh Starclan, why are you doing this to me," she growled as she felt a kit coming. Pain seized her once more as a small bundle of long black fur came into her sight. The mother was shocked as she watched the little tom. Motherly instincts took over her body making her nip the kit's air sack open and lick his fur backwards. She nosed him to her stomach for him to reach milk. "Capricornkit," she whispered naming him proudly.


    The cinnamon she-cat couldn't enjoy the life of her new-born son as a powerful ripple passed her stomach making her grunt with effort as a small she-kit came out next. "Arieskit," Aquariustide murmured softly as she nipped her daughter's air-sack open and licked her fur backwards. She gently pushed Arieskit over to her stomach by her brother, Capricornkit. Perfect, two kits. Done? Not at all.

    Aquariustide felt another ripple pass through her making her claws dig into the thick soil, beads of sweat dripping down her face. She shut her eyes back tightly, the pain conseeling her. A small A tortie-and-white she-kit came next. The cinnamon queen nipped the she-kit's air-sack open and licked her fur backwards. Before nosing the kit to her brother and sister and Aquariustide's belly, she whispered, "Librakit."

    {Short post, have to go to dinner}


    As the black kit entered the world, the newly named Capricornkit gave a loud mewl of protest, squirming past his other siblings, towards his mother's belly. He almost instantly latched on, suckling gently.

    [font=georgia]The unborn kit kicked his mother's stomach. He felt the others coming out and he wanted out as well. It was a strange feeling to him, but He. Wanted. Out.

    Aquariustide had little time to enjoy the three new-born kits before another powerful ripple traveled down her swollen stomach. Clenching her jaw tightly shut, her eyes shut firmly as well, a long-haired cinnamon tortie came out followed by a tuxedo black and white tom. The mother panted. This was sucking out all her energy right before her pained aqua azure eyes. "My lovelies, you will be Virgokit," she whispered as she nipped the cinnamon tortie's air sack open and licked her beautiful long-hair backwards. "And you shall be Scorpiokit," she mewed lightly as she did the same process of nipping the tom's air-sack open and licking his fur backwards. She then nudged both kits to her stomach with their litter-mates. How many more? The cinnamon she-cat had no idea.

    [justify]Virgokit mewled loudly the moment her air sac was open, pink mouth wide with protest at being let out into the cold, cold world. It had been warm inside her mother, dark too, and she hadn't wanted to leave. However, the cinnamon tortie's mewls were soon answered in the form of her mother's milk. Latching onto her belly, Virgokit began to suckle, the blind and deaf kit glad for the warm, sweet liquid.[/justify]

    Being the only kit of orange and black, this kit wasn't hard see amongst her siblings. Now named Librakit, the she-kit muzzled her way through her siblings, her nose bumpinginto her mother's belly. Instinctually, Librakit latched on and began to feed, hungry less than just wanting to be warm. She pressed against her brother, Capricorn, for more warmth as if her long fur couldn't do the job.

    There was a small pause in between the births of her last two kits. The newly made mother watched her five already-born children with sparkling pale green eyes. The cinnamon she-cat was overly proud by now. Her first litter was all still-born and this broke her heart. Finally Foxwhisker had convinced her to try once more, and this time hopefully they'd all survive. Another powerful contraction flooded down her stomach as Aquariustide winced with pain. Where the hell was Foxwhisker? She shut her eye tightly as she dug her claws deep into the moist soil. A small fawn tortie she-kit slipped out followed by a short-haired fawn tom. Convinced she was done, Aquariustide nipped both of her kit's air-sacks open and licked their fur backwards. "You shall be Cancerkit," she murmured softly to the fawn tortie as she nosed her to her stomach. "And you shall be Deceptionkit," she whispered as she nosed the fawn tom to her stomach as well. Seven kits, beautiful.

    [font=georgia]The newly named Scorpiokit growled as others came up to him and tried to suckle. He pushed some away blindly before suckling some more.

    [justify]Full, Virgokit detached from her mother, but didn't move away. No, the young she-kit didn't want to leave the warmth of her fur. Letting out a soft mewl of comfort, the cinnamon tortie settled down for some sleep, her breathing becoming deeper.[/justify]

    [ Bumpers. Do any of you guys have plots for your kits? I see that Capricornkit is going to be gay x3 Oncey ]


    Aquariustide swept her long tail around her kits, pulling them softly toward her. The queen let out a warm purr as she watched the seven beauties. "My kits, your father is coming," she whispered gently as she licked every kit on the head.


    [ anyone want to have their kit be really close to Deceptionkit? ]


    The small fawn tabby kit let out a mewl, full by now he laid back as he felt his mother's warm tongue gnetly lick his tiny forehead.


    [size=36pt]Foxwhisker[/size]


    Foxwhsiker ran as fast as his long legs could carry him and he soon arrived at the site. "I'm late." he frowned, sitting next to Aquariustide, counting his kitten's heads. He looked over them all. "Names?"

    [justify]{ehh, i wrote down some for virgokit. i'll find them...}


    The cinnamon tortie was awoken from her slumber by a new scent, one that hadn't been there before. Her small head was raised slightly and she let out a long, soft mewl, one of curiosity and wariness. Who was this new cat that had appeared? Were they going to hurt her?[/justify]

    [ awesome ]


    Aquariustide frowned at Foxwhisker, then gave him a gentle smile as she licked his cheek affectionately. "Capricornkit. Arieskit. Virgokit. Cancerkit. Librakit. Scorpiokit. Deceptionkit," the mother whispered as she pointed with her nose to each kit as she said their names.


    Deceptionkit let out a small mewl as he kicked out his tiny legs.