here we go again... -- p, phloxknot's kitting

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    When she was younger, Phloxknot used to hear queen's telling stories of their kittings. Most of them said that the more litters you had, the easier it got. Something about getting used to it or something...she hadn't really believed it at that time.


    She still didn't.


    Looking down at the kits at her belly, she tried to think of names. It was certainly a bigger litter this time - nine kits, compared to the six and three she had given birth to before. Then again, this litter had more fathers - she was fairly certain she had mated with two toms. Or was it three? Great Starclan, she could never remember.


    Sick of waiting for inspiration to hit, she began to name her kits with whatever words came to her mind, not caring how strange or weird or foreign they sounded. "Littlekit, Skinnykit, Garrotekit," She began, naming the closest three. "Rangerkit, Circuitkit, Witchingkit, Firekit and..." She trailed off as she reached the final kit, not sure quite what to name him. Shaking her head, she decided to wait a while before naming that particular kit, lying back and allowing her kits to suckle.

    Littlekit had the warmth sucked out of her as the cold air flooded her body and cooled her drying fur. It was unexpected, and certainly not pleasant. The small cinnamon female wriggled over her sibilngs to her mother's belly, purring as warm milk ran down her throat.

    [justify]Cold replaced warmth as Witchingkit experienced life for the very first time. The tortoiseshell's damp fur didn't lift her spirits; she felt weak and exposed in this strange environment. She was not the first kitten—nor would she be the last—that decided to greet this new world with a loud, piteous cry.[/justify]

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    The huddled, cinnamon tabby form of Garrotekit kneaded softly into her mother's fur. The tiny she-kit mewed softly to herself, the comforting rythme of Phloxknot's heartbeat lulling her into a gentle day dream. Of course, their wasn't much to dream about conisdering she had no idea what lie out in the vast open world but, she could certainly try.

    { I get to bring Firey into a world of epicness. Where she will break many toms' hearts! c: }


    Firekit looked around in the nursery, tail flicking back and forth. She had been rather bored for a while - that while being since she'd woken up, which wasn't that long ago - and was dying to leave the camp. Oh, like that would ever happen. Not until she was what, six or seven moons? And that felt like ages away. "Mama?" she meowed quietly, looking over at Phloxknot.

    Skinnykit sat off to the side and started to watch the other kits. He never got bored because the other kits where so interesting.

    Garrotekit yawned and batted softly at a drifting leaf. Her mind was, as usual, wandering. Twitching her white whiskers, she sat up and looked around the nursery.

    { Am I the only one confused about what happened to Bluey? ...Her display name says she's gone...D: }


    Firekit looked over at Garrotekit, forgetting about what she was going to ask Phloxknot. She went over to her sister, and started - or at least tried - batting her ears. "G'morning, Garrote!" she purred, grinning.

    Ooc: Oh nose. .o. I dunno what happened to her.


    Ic: Garrotekit's ears perked up at the sound of her name. She turned around and smiled at her sibling. "Heya Fire, what's up?" she purred.

    Firekit grinned. "I'm good!" she giggled. "I'm getting pre-e-e-etty bored, though. I mean, I can't wait until we're apprentices!"


    { I seriously need to find out...Otherwise Rocket will be foreveralone (one of her characters is Rockets' mate, well, future mate...:P
    And these kits... }

    "Same here." Garrote replied with a wistful pur. She noticed Skinnykit approaching and lifted a paw in greeting. "Heya Skinny!"

    "And we aren't allowed out of camp yet. I mean, that's really stink. I'd love to go out of camp sometime soon!" Firekit mewed, also noticing Skinnykit. "Hi, Skinny!"

    "Yeah!" Firekit nodded, agreeing, before stopping. "...But what if we're caught? We could get into big, big trouble, maybe even have our ceremony held back!"

    Garrotekit thought for a moment. "Well, we'll only go out for a few minutes. We won't get caught and surely they'd just let us off with a warning if we did." she mewed, glancing around to make sure no older cat was listening in.

    Firekit looked down at the ground. "What if we lose track of time, though? Or get lost...or accedentily wander onto another clan's territory..."

    "We won't, I promise! We won't go out far." she stood up, kneading her cinnamon colored paws impatiently against the ground.

    "I'm not sure," Firekit's tail twitched a few times as she thought about it. "No...I mean, not right now, anway...maybe later."