Flowertail's Litter

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    (( OOC: I am so sorry guys! Her kitting should have been a month ago. Shall we just start with double-time and say the kits are all two moons old? They're more interesting to play at that age, anyway. ))


    Flowertail yawned widely, grooming her patchy coat. The pretty calico looked back at her sleeping litter. She had made them quite a nice nest in the far back corner of the nursing shed. With her new family, her days as a slave seemed very far removed. She knew some of the kits were probably Dahlgren's, but the young warrior didn't care.


    They were more hers than they would EVER be his.


    Outside, the thunder rumbled and roared. What a pity; she had been hoping to take them outside to play today. Instead, they were stuck in here. Even a visit to the Elders would require a trip outside to move from one shed to another, and that just wasn't a risk she was willing to take.


    With a sigh, she padded over and settled in next to them. If need be, she was sure she could tell them one of the stories that SHE had learned as a kit.

    OOC| I'm fine with that. :)


    IC| Checkkit yawned sleepily, opening her eyes when she heard thunder outside. "Mumma, what is that?" the black and white tuxedo-patterned she-kit asked. Her eyes were stretched wide as she tried to peek outside. There was the steady drumming on the roof, which was familiar to her by now, but she had never heard it this hard.

    OOC~ It's alright. Besides, role-playing newborn kits usually makes a thread die, since there isn't much you can do besides wriggle around and nurse. :3


    IC~ The red tabby tom opened his green eyes, only to flinch back as thunder rumbled. Agreeing with his sister, he mewed, "Yeah, what is that?" He'd heard the pattering on the roof above him before, but never the loud crashing. It was rather frightening. Stormkit got to his paws and shook his fluffy kitten fur, then looked over to his mother.

    Cinnamon kit rolled onto her back and wiggled, scratching the spot right between her shoulder blades. Her ears pricked up at the sound of the thunder, and her eyes went wide. She blinked several times, wondering what was going on out there, but knowing that she wasn't allowed out of the shed, she simply rolled onto her belly and sat up. "Noisy!" she exclaimed, looking up at the roof to hear the splatter of the rain on it.

    "It's called thunder, sweety," Flowertail explained, "It's the noise the sky makes when StarClan cats are playing and chasing each other around."

    "Well they're awfully loud." Stormkit exclaimed, green eyes turned from his mother to look outside. As he did, another flash of light lit up the sky. Moments later, the loud crash followed.

    Tapkit winced at the loud noise. "Can't Ladycalm just visit them and tell them to be quiet?" whined the she-kit.
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    Chickadeefeather was certainly in an interesting situation here. Some of the kits had to be Dahlgren's, he was sure, but at least some of the kits were his. The black and white tom carefully led his own father, Capitalstorm, into the den. He smiled a little when he spotted his mate, Flowertail. He really didn't know her too well - their relationship was to spare them from the worser tom, who unfortunately did get to her - but he wasn't going to neglect his kits in the process. Or Dahlgren's kits, but he'd treat them all as his own.


    "Everything all right?" he murmured, resisting the urge to shake his soaked fur.
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    Capitalstorm laid down, tucking his paws underneath him. "Hello, Flowertail," he meowed. "Hey, kits. I'm your grandfather, Capitalstorm."

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    Flowertail greeted her mate with a warm purr, and rubbed her cheek against his as though if they were deeply in love. ...In truth, she really had no deep feelings for the tom, but so long as these kits were in her care, she would fake it. "Everything's wonderful, dear."


    She glanced over at the other tom, dipping her head politely, "Hello, Capitalstorm."

    Cinnamonkit rolled over, turning her head to the side as she studied Capitalstorm for a long moment before getting up and bounding over to him with minimal awkwardness. "I'm Cinnamonkit!" she said with a little giggle, batting at his paw with her own and grinning up at him.


    ooc: I assume they know their father, right?


    ETA: Chickadeefeather, I mean. He is Cinnamonkit's father, but they know him, right?

    "Checkkit," she mumbled, though her coppery eyes were bright with excitement. Although she was Dahlgren's child, the black and white kit looked a bit like Chickadeefeather. "Can we play a game?" she asked Flowertail, bored now. "There's nothing to do."

    "That depends on what you want to play," Flowertail mewed, giving the kit a lick on the forehead, "Or perhaps if you ask him nicely, Capitalstorm will tell you a story."


    OOC: Yeah, they know Chickadeefeather as daddy. :)

    Cinnamonkit brightened and looked up at her grandfather. "A story?" she asked, wiggling to get closer to him and snuggle against his side, looking at him expectantly and with a great deal of hope reflected in her amber eyes.

    Tapkit grinned. "And I'm Tapkit!" she purred.
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    "Well, a story depends on what you want to hear. I can talk about battles, certain adventures with my friends, like the Secret Box Meetings..." meowed Capitalstorm, acknowledging the kits' names.
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    "Secret Box Meetings?" doubtfully meowed Chickadeefeather, half surprised by the gesture from Flowertail, but quickly he covered it. No need to put the idea in the kits' heads on what really happened. "Not really a secret anymore if you're putting it out to the whole world."


    "Well, that's why we all need to keep it a big secret," meowed Capitalstorm, widening his eyes playfully and gently pawing back at Cinnamonkit. "Only Flamewing, Wisecat, and a few others know about it. Wisecat and Flamewing are the ones that started it up in the first place."

    Stormkit's bright green eyes widened at the thought of a story. "Please tell us a story!" He mewed, stepping forward so that he was nearly standing with his nose touching his grandfathers.

    "I can keep a secret," meowed Cinnamonkit in a whisper. She grinned up at her grandfather and nodded her head enthusiastically.

    Mohatu peeked his head in and brightened to see the other kits. They were younger than him, and a lot littler. He had grown big and sturdy like his father Mufasa. He bounded inside and smiled, lifting his tail to show he was friendly. "Hi!" Chirruped the goldenbrown tom, blinking eyes that had now turned amber around at the group.

    "Hi!" Checkkit mewed brightly in greeting before impatiently turning back to her "grandfather". "Tell us about the secret box story!" the black and white she-kit demanded. Capitalstorm's enigmatic answers had only made her more curious. "We can keep secrets!"

    "Hi there!" Stormkit mewed, looking to the other tom. He was a bit older then Stormkit and his siblings. The red tabby tom forgot completely about the story his grandfather was going to tell him, and trotted over to the other kit. "Who're you?"