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    DarkIntentions was lost. Her insides turned as she padded away, sick with herself. What had she done? Flucht was gone, and may not ever return to her. The leader of Blazingclan was tearing herself apart inside. She had driven her mate away, he had misunderstood her words- yes; but it was her fault she hadn't clarified.
    She should have went after him.
    DarkIntentions should have begged forgiveness, she should have explained herself. She just wanted Flucht back, he was her mate, she was twelve moons old and the young leader of Blazingclan had more weight on her shoulders than she could imagine. She had to lead this clan alone now, she had to fight her mother alone now, she had to raise these kits alone now. Tears stung her eyes, but she swallowed her sobs as she stumbled dejectedly away.
    She should have went after him.
    He was the only cat she loved, and she still loved him. Even after he seethed at her, and blamed her for not caring about him. For never caring about him, he acused her of only taking him in so that she could become leader. Like he was a pawn. But it was never about the rebellion, it had allways been about saving Flucht. That was why she had named him Flucht; it meant to be free. And she had driven him away, he thought she didn't love him. He thought it was all a cruel joke.
    She should have went after him.
    She should have said something, anything. But she had just collapsed there on the ground, as he walked away from her. Possibly for the last time. She was goine to die here, and Flucht would just continue his life hating her forever. She should have stopped him. She should have explained to him. She should have begged forgiveness. She should have tried to make him understand. She should have never said the thing she said.
    She didn't deserve to be alive.
    She didn't deserve Flucht.
    And now he was gone, and he may never come back.

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    It did not take long for her to realize that the sick feeling she had felt inside had now turned to sharp pain. But not any emotional pain, this was real pain. And with a jolt of shock that was more effective than a hundred volts of electricity she realized that she was having her kits. And she was having them now.
    "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" she cried, but it was not that she didn't want to have the kits. It was that Flucht was not here with her to see his children born, that he had left not ten minutes before the kits were to be born. That he would miss it all, and there was no time for him to come back.
    With a terrified sob the leader of Blazingclan stumbled into the nursery and collapsed in a nest. Each contraction was more intesne than the last, she had never known so much pain in her life. But there was also the emotional pain that multiplied her physical pain by thousands, millions.
    I am dying.
    DarkIntentions though, as the kits still had not come. And the pain was excrutiating, how could kitting last this long and be so painful if she was not dying? She was still apprentice aged, she was too young to have kits. That must be it. But for what seemed like forever just kept coming, and she just kept living.
    And then the first kit. There were five of them, little bundles of life. And DarkIntentions' eyes filled with tears of relief, joy, and sadness. The mix of emotions was a strange concoction, and all the more potent it was. She sobbed softly to herself as she licked their fur the wrong way to warm them up. Intoxicatedkit, Fullkit, Scarkit." she said, looking at the three kits in turn, and then she turned to the last two. Flucht would not want them to have clan names, one of them looked exactly like Flucht. "Anima, Anima and..." she looked at the tom, trying to think of a name that Flucht would like the most. "Lamia."

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    [justify]Cold.
    That was the first thing the kit knew. The warmth of his mother's womb was no longer there. He was now out, in the cold, wide world. And he didn't like it. It was hard, loud, confusing and, most of all, cold! Hunger was the next thing that came to his mind. The solid blue kit's stomach ached for milk, sweet and warm. Opening his wide, pink mouth, the tom-kit released a loud mewl, crawling blindly in the direction he presumed his mother was. He needed milk, and he needed it now.    [/justify]

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    As Scarkit cried out DarkIntentions sniffed, wiping away her tears. There was no time to feel sorry, she had kits to raise and a clan to lead. She gently rasped her tongue over the top of her son's mouth and nudged him gently int he correct direction.

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    The newly named Lamia let out a cry of fear and confusion as she was forced out of her mother's warm and comfy womb, wiggling around on the ground. It was so cold...so cold and confusing. And she was so hungry. Letting out another cry, she wiggled towards the one thing that was giving off the most warmth, her mother. When she'd managed to get to her mother, she was right at her teats and stomach. Something telling her to do so, she lached onto one of the teats and began to suck. A tastey, warm liquid then began flood into the kits' mouth and fall down her tiny throat. Ahhh, this was much better.

    [justify]The newly named Intoxicatedkit gave a very loud mewl as he squirmed forward towards his mother for warmth. Latching onto a teat, he began to suckle on the fresh, warm milk and a soft purr began to escape out of his throat as he nuzzled closer to his mother. The cold air still around him, but his mother was nice. She smelt nice, and it was comforting. Life would be good.[/justify]

    [justify]It took Scarkit by surprise, his mother's tongue, and he let out a short, squeaky mewl. He relaxed again, though, as he found his mother warm stomach. Latching on, he began to suckle. Sweet, warm milk flooded into his mouth and he drank eagerly, enjoying it. The world didn't seem as bad to the blind and deaf kit now. He had his mother, her milk and the warm, furry bodies of his siblings all around him. Much better.[/justify]

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    Ooc;; Hey Tiger, how old do you think the kits will be when Flucht returns? (I am hoping he does return)




    DarkIntentions lay back with a soft sigh, "It's okay kits, everything will be okay." she murmered; more to herself than to them. Worn out from the kitting and being abandonned by her mate, she closed her eyes.
    He'll come back, if not for me he'll come back for you my kits. she thought, as she drifted off to sleep.

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    '[It'll be quite a while before he returns X3 ]


    After quite a while of sucking in the warm food-like liquid, the little newborn kit was soon falling asleep, her random cries of confusion slowly turning into small snorts of sleep.

    [justify]Finished feeding, the solid blue kit detached himself from his mother. Feeling his mother and sibling begin to settle, Scarkit let his tiredness wash over him. His breathing deepened with each inhale and before long he was asleep, lost in the world of darkness.[/justify]

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    Timeskip to three moons.


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    Fullkit's three moons of life had been good ones. His absent father had been a confusing prospect- but it bothered him little. He opened his eyes and yawned widely, nudging his siblings in an attempt to wake them.

    [justify]Scarkit was woken by the feeling of something nudging his shoulder, shifting his body to the side. Irritated and half-awake, the tom-kit mewed loudly, "Ugh, stop that!" Opening his eyes slowly, he blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. Then, finally, he began to stand, bulky shoulders moving smoothly as he pulled himself up. The solid blue was already large and this was even more obvious when he stood, like he was now. Glancing over at his brother, Fullkit, he grumbled, "You know, it's rude to wake someone up like that."[/justify]

    [justify]As his shoulders had been shaken back ad forth, Intoxicatedkit warily got to his paws with a yawn. His sleek, raven colored fur ruffled only slightly from where he had been sleeping on it, his bright kitten blue eyes only slightly revealing the color they would turn into, as he turned towards Fullkit with a soft sigh.


    "Good morning brothers." He meowed, voice still light and kit like. Stretching his body, his long lean legs quivering and his broad shoulders shaking. He showed promise for growing up into a strong tom, just like his brothers.[/justify]

    "I'm a girl," Laima grumbled to Intoxicatedkit as she slowly got to her tired little paws, her eyelids just bearily open to reveal her bright amber eyes.

    [justify]"I know you are silly, I was addressing these two goofs first though was all." A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he pointed a paw towards his other two siblings, before coming forward somewhat and gently prodding Laima in the shoulder.


    "It wouldn't be fun if we didn't have an awesome sis like you anyways." He said after wards, sittign down and starting to groom the tufts of fur which had stuck up.[/justify]

    [justify]Scarkit's head turned to look at Intoxicatedkit, nodding to his brother. "Good morning to you, too," He mewed, voice still a little indignant at being woken up. Shaking his pelt, he dislodged a lump of moss that had stuck to his chest, hitting it away with a paw absentmindedly. He heard another voice and glanced over at Laima, his sister.
    "Yes, we all know you're a girl, Laima," He said, putting emphasis on her gender, "You don't need to remind us." Sighing, he sat down, looking around. "I'm bored," Scarkit stated, more to himself than anyone else, "What to do, what to do..."    [/justify]

    Fullkit snorted, grooming his own fur down with little care of what it looked like. "Pfft, rude? You lazy lumps would sleep all day if it weren't for me." he informed them brightly, flicking his brown tabby tail proudly. "I'm the only responsible one here anyways." he informed them, bobbing his head so his ears flopped around on his head.

    [justify]"Whatever," Scarkit snorted at his brother, "Everyone knows that I'm smarter and stronger than you!" His tail flicked cockily and his looked at Fullkit smugly, kitten blue eyes glowing. "Y'know, I wonder where our dad is," Typical of a kit, his mind had already moved onto other things, mainly his missing father. It didn't really bother Scarkit, merely intrigued him, and he wondered what his siblings thought. "What do you guys think?"[/justify]

    Lamia nodded to her two brothers, happy that they had not picked on her and said she was a boy or something of that sort. She didn't want to have to pick a fight with any of her brothers. She was, after all, one of the smallest kits in the litter, which is strange, since she looked the most like her large father out of all the kits. But, even though she was small, she was quite smart. She had spent most of her three moons of life stuiding her surroundings, and how things worked in the clan; but even though she thought of herself to be the smartest kit of the litter, dispite anything Fullkit or Scarkit said, she could be playful aswell. She would never pass up a good game of moss ball for looking at a stupid flower.
    But, when her brothers ever wanted to talk serious talk, like about warriors and stuff, she'd never let chance pass, either. So, when Scarkit said something about their absent father, Lamia's sleepy eyelids flew wide open as she spun around to look at him.
    "I believe he is out on a quest," she meowed, her amber eyes light up with excitment. "To, like, save the clan and stuff!"