A Mothers Love - Risingfalcons Kitting, OpEn

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    "Are you going to snap at him to Dirtleg?..." Risingfalcon murrowed lowly as she curled her tail tighter around her kittens, her mate had really ticked her off this time especially since he had taken the time to snap at Mistkit, her adopted kit, instead of there mewling kittens. Was it because she was different from the others? Because she was'nt her true daughter that had been born along with the other five?


    Crimsonkit wriggled beside her mother wanting to move around, but her mother was'nt letting her along with the rest of her siblings. She looked over to Twilightkit with her lightly slit eyes, satisfied that he was'nt around she or her siblings anymore.

    Mistkit's blue eyes may or may not stay her color but she could see clearly well all most.She lifted her head,looking at her mother.There was a long pause,then she gave a little mew and layed her head back down.

    Twilightkit stuck his little pink tongue out at Crimsonkit. "Blegh." And with that, he curled up, tucking his nose into his paws and closing his green eyes, soon falling asleep.


    Flightfall chuckled, but he stood up, stretching slightly. "Well, I'll be getting back to my warrior duties and all. That fresh-kill pile won't stock itself, now will it?" He waved his tail in farewell before slipping out of the den and the camp.


    [ both out of the thread. ^^ ]

    ooc: Hawks, how old is Mistkit?


    ic: Dirtleg just rolled his eyes at Risingfalcon. "He's mewling loudly because you're being a piece of fox-dung and closing them in." The red cameo yelled at his mate picking Pewterkit up by the scruff and setting him down outside the circle formed by Risingfalcon's tail.

    OOC - Ah, young couples ar'nt they cute? X3


    BIC - Risingfalcon gave a hiss of annoyance, as she stared up at his mate with her green eyes burning in hatred, not torwards her mate but torwards the words he had said to her. She parted her jaws as if she was about to say somthing before imeadietly clamping it shut, and turning her head away from Dirtleg, she wanted nothing to do with him at the moment.

    Scenickit had spent a rather lot of the time in her short life sleeping. It was a comfortable activity, and rather enjoyable, so she didn't know why any cat would think or do otherwise. But she was awake now, because one could only sleep for so long before one wasn't really tired anymore. The torbie point she-kit -- though the coloration was not to be seen yet, as it came on slowly -- let out a long wail. This awakeness was new and she was not sure let if she liked it very much.

    OOC.Bout' a week maybe a week in a half


    Mistkit suckled for a moment,her mothers belly was hot with emotion.She looked up on her mother,her blue eyes round with consern.She gave a little mew,hoping that would cheer her up.

    Horrified at her new friends' fighting, Lotusfire curled her tail around her own kits and tried to 'protect' them from the fight. "Could you try not to upset the kits?" She snapped.

    "I'm not it's my mates selfish mothering," Dirtleg told Lotusfire. He turned away from Risingfalcon not standing to look at her either, but when Scenic started whining he brought her out next to Pewterkit away from the confining of his mate's tail.


    ooc; Could you make it about two weeks, since these kits are about one week. If that's alright with you.

    Peering at his father from between his barely opened eyelids, Pewterkit mewed softly and pushed himself forward a little bit, working his legs for the first time. It would be about another week before he could really move at all, and a week after that before he started to crawl properly, but for now, this was how he would build his muscles for that time.

    Risingfalcon's ear lightly twisted backwards at Mistkit's mewing, she wanted to turn around and see what was wrong with her kitten, but if she did then Dirtleg would be in front of her eyes, and she did'nt want that at the moment.


    Crimsonkit squirmed against her mother, was this her fathers fault? Being the little stubborn, and trouble making kitten she was Crimsonkit let out a pitiful whine, and looked up at her father with her slightly slit eyes. She loved Risingfalcon with all of her heart, but could'nt stand being in a bunched in space like she was noe.


    OOC --- Hey Froggie, should we rehome Silverkit, since she has'nt been played since she was born?

    ((OOC | I'm in the same position with one of my litters, and was disappointed that the rules say they must be killed if they've never been played, and cannot be rehomed. I'd talk to Wynn about it though))


    Pewterkit lay in the middle between his parents, and fell quickly back to sleep from all the effort.

    ((I say we can just say she died after birth.))


    Dirtleg loved it, all of his kits were choosing him over Risingfalcon. So if they ever did split he knew who'd be their rightful parent. "What a strong boy," the red cameo said to Pewterkit. He then turned and picked Crimsonkit up from Risingfalcon's side and set ehr down beside the other kits at his side.

    Lotusfire stared in horror at Dirtleg, pulling her own kits closer to her in sympathy with Risingfalcon. Perhaps being a mother hadn't been her lifetime dream, but it was what she was now, and there was just something wrong with the way Dirtleg was moving his children.


    OOC; I think that's just for bio characters, isn't it?
    And wow, good parenting, Froggie. xDD

    ((OOC | Patch, since I've been so wildly wrong before, I think somebody else should check the rules on this :-/ ))


    Pewterkit turned and looked back at his mother through his half-closed eyes, then up at his father. He could hear their voices, but he didn't know what their words meant. Slowly, he began to make his way back to his mother and her warmth and milk, so he could get some rest after the ordeal of crawling.

    ooc: it is, except for in winter-time where if a kit hasn't been posted for in 3 weeks they're dead, but I just hate dealing with readoption.


    ic: Dirtleg decided he might as well try to get along for the meantime. So he nudged Pewterkit back towards Risingfalcon to suckle.

    Slowly turning around Risingfalcon, gently grabbed Pewterkit and sat him back down beside her, before laying her head onto her paws. Her bushy tail lightly loosened around the kits however hardly seemed to change in attitude.