Amazonpaw's Kitting! Open to all!

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    Flykit mewled pitiously and squirmed around away from her siblings, unhappy.


    Skye padded in, and froze, eyes wide. Her stomach was swollen, and both she and Amazonpaw knew why. She, too, was a mother. Or rather, she would be in a few days. She skirted around Amazon, limping heavily, blood trickling down her bad leg. "Extra weight is making the injury worse, Amazonpaw." She said softly. "I might not-- I might--" She hung her head. "I might die from blood loss when the time comes." She meowed, looking at her sister with sad eyes. "Especially since the toms that attacked me gave me more injuries. Not all of them severe, but..." She sighed unhappily and nudged Flykit back to her mother. "My only consolation is knowing my kits will never know their fathers. I killed both toms that raped me." She curled up nearby her sister and sighed, not bothering to change out her bandages. Her wound would stop bleeding eventually.

    Mockingkit mewled in confusion before crawling back over to her mothers side, using all her strength she could muster to move and push her way through her other siblings to get to her mothers flank. Once there, she latched on and began to suckle again.

    [align=center][font=georgia]OOC;; I was going to do it soon, but Skye and Amazon are with them now. I don't think we can just leave 'em hanging... Well, we probably can, but I'd like Anthem and Kyriil to post again before we do :]



    TWB.

    OOC: and I want Starndedpaw to see the kits :)


    Twb

    [align=center][font=georgia]OOC;; Oh, oops! cx Didn't see that.



    Amazonpaw's eyes widened in worry as her adopted-sister came in with her injured leg. Amy wished there was something she could do, but if Permanentmarker couldn't do anything, what could she possibly do? "You'll live," she meowed firmly. "Even if I have to force herbs down your throat while you're kitting." Amazonpaw knew herbs wouldn't help; it would be blood-loss that could almost kill Skye, but she was just trying to lighten the mood.



    EDIT;; OOC;; Maybe Strandedpaw could escape or something? That would probably be against the rules, as it's unrealistic, but IDK how else he'd get out.

    OOC: it's fine.


    Melodykit fell asleep by her Mother's head. And the wind blew.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 2px dashed #706c6c; width: 200px; overflow: auto; height: 100px]Hazykit squealed in pain as Amazonpaw stood quickly, flinging him a few paw-lengths to the side. His breath was knocked from his tiny little body with the blow, and he struggled for air with a pitiful little choking sound. What was happening? He would die, yes, there was no other option. He hadn't even opened his eyes yet, and he would die.
    Hazykit slowly recovered his breath, shaking with feeble terror and simultaneous relief. He would live after all, he realized, he would live to see the world. Calming down, his heart rate slowing, the kit closed his eyes with shock over the trauma he had been through.
    It was very difficult to explain the kit's fur. The black on his face did not extend to his entire body; everything else appeared to be a gray ashy color.    [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 2px dashed #706c6c; width: 200px; overflow: auto; height: 100px]ooc ;;
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    Flykit again squirmed away from her siblings, toward the entrance to the den, and Skye hauled herself to her feet and padded toward the little kitten, picking her up and setting her back down by her mother and siblings.

    [align=center][font=georgia]OOC;; Gah, I'm so impatient. We can timeskeep now xD
    Ding, ding, ding! The kits are now two moons old!




    Amazonpaw stretched as she slipped out of her nest, going around her kits so she wouldn't wake them. The seal point glanced back at her kits before padding over to the entrance. She didn't know where Permanentmarker and Skye were, and she hoped either of them would be back from wherever or awake if they were still asleep.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 2px dashed #706c6c; width: 200px; overflow: auto; height: 100px]Hazykit yawned and rolled in his sleep, almost squashing a littermate. The kit started to knead at the spot where his mother had been, but found nothing there. The disturbance of change forced him to open his eyes, blinking in the shafts of light streaming from the boards above. Where was Amazonpaw?
    The kit carefully stood and, without waking any littermates, crept toward the door. Keeping to the early morning shadows, the kit exited the building and yawned at the brilliant flash of light. Once his eyes recovered, he glanced around for his mother.     [/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 2px dashed #706c6c; width: 200px; overflow: auto; height: 100px]ooc ;;
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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 2px dashed #706c6c; width: 200px; overflow: auto; height: 100px]Hazykit's eyes widened as Flykit flounced past him. "Hey!" he hissed softly. "Hey, Flykit! Be quiet! You don't want her to see you, do you? This is like a secret thing!" His sibling was not about to spoil his adventure.[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 2px dashed #706c6c; width: 200px; overflow: auto; height: 100px]ooc ;;
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    Waking up, the seal point stretched. Getting out of the nest, listening to the sound of her paws hit the wood floor of the building before padding to her mother's side before stumbling out into the abandoned town. It was Mockingkit, the kit that loved sarcasm. Though later on, she'd love challenges more then sarcasm.

    The grey and white tom lowered his rump as he ready himself to pounce on Hazykit. Turnkit wasn't tired nor could he sleep. He wanted adventure to go out and meet new friedns, not stick in the smelly den with his brothers and sisters. Without hesitating, Turnkit lunged forward in hope to tackle his brother.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 2px dashed #706c6c; width: 200px; overflow: auto; height: 100px]Minus three seconds... two seconds... one second... impact.
    Hazykit was shoved faceplant into the ground by something ramming into his rear. A cry of protest was all but lost as his muzzle sank into the soil. Jerking his nose from the ground and whirling, Hazykit prepared to launch a string of expletives at his attacker- kits' expletives, of course. "What'd you do that for?!" he cried with indignity, all sense of early morning silence lost. "I was doing something, and you hit me! Moo-oom, he hit me!" he yowled in the opposite direction, hoping for maternal justice to come down and smack Turnkit in the eye.
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