This ain't the first time I've done this (Philadelphia's kitting, Open)

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    OOC: Paris - PhantomFootsteps - Chocolate she-cat, amber eyes
    London - Whiskers - Light chocolate tom, deep brown eyes
    Sahara - Devious - Cinnamon she-cat, green eyes
    Seattle - Tobbi - Chocolate tom, green eyes


    IC: Philadelphia was getting so used to this, she might as well - no, don't even think about it. Think of it as a series of tests on seeing how Dusk can lead. The cinnamon she-cat had garnered up enough respect as perhaps the greatest Blackheart Rogue leader to have walked the concrete floors, but for now she was as a she-cat was at one time or another: a mother.


    The Blackheart Rogue leader felt the contractions steadily grow stronger - she made no noise, although her face was wrinched in a good deal of pain. Kitting is more agonizing than a fight, she thought dully, routinely doing what was instinctive for one in her position.


    About a couple hours later, four kits lay at her belly. Philadelphia eyed the kits - they actually had different pelts this time. All the kits in her last litter were black. She nudged the kit that looked quite like her, in gender and fur color. "You will be Sahara," she meowed.


    Then there was a light chocolate tomkit. "London, yes, you'll be London."


    A chocolate she-kit was next to London. "You will be Paris."


    Last, but not least, was a chocolate tom. Just like their father. "You will be Seattle."


    For the meanwhile, she dutifully groomed the kits vigorously, nudging them towards her belly. No sense in having wet kits in her household.

    Paris squealed and burrowed towards the warmth that she instinctively guessed was her mother. It's cold! She nuzzled into her mother's stomach, seeking the milk that she could smell.

    London made no noise, not through birth nor through his deaf and blind search for comfort and warmth - his mother. He simply latched onto her and began to suckle quietly, wishing for nothing else except the comfort from his mother and the milk she brought too.

    Philadelphia nudged Paris closer, and she also licked London's forehead, encouraging her to suckle as she needed. The milk provided all the nutrients they'd need to grow strong - toughness-training could be saved for after their weaning.

    Seattle, after birth, struggled to his mother stomach. He was hungry, no doubt. He began to suckle on a teat. The delicious milk trickled into his mouth. It was warm, and so was he in a few seconds.

    Paris, full and warm, dropped off to sleep with a rusty purr, both tiny forepaws curled around her nose, while her little tail flicked back and forth happily.


    OOC: Double- or single-timed, Pine? Anndd... if you have no objections, I can start playing Chesapeake any time.

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    OOC: Double timed. And sure, go ahead~


    IC: Philadelphia wondered if Scarface would be here to see the new kits, but in the meanwhile she continued to groom her kits.

    Rampant carefully walked over to the source of Philadelphia's scent, finding her. Feeling slightly embarrassed for having to interupt a semiprivate moment, he looked over at Philadelphia. "Philadelphia, Scarface and a patrol have returned with prisoners." he said, wishing to disappear on the spot, but not having the right power to do so.

    "Well, guess what?" snapped Philadelphia at Rampant. "I just burned all my energy on giving birth to these kits, so I'm too tired to be getting over there! Send them here, and tell my mate that his new offspring are here and well." She gazed down at her kits, continuing to encourage them to feed and sleep.

    Rampant nodded and padded back. It was a queens' job to be snappy about their kits, he supposed. But it made him no less nervous. A queen with her kits in danger put up more of a fight than a fox.

    Philadelphia relaxed a little. "Hello, Abbot," she meowed. "What's this I hear about prisoners? Perhaps I should wait for Scarface and Rampant to get here, first, then we'll discuss this."

    The light chocolate coloured kit's world was dark and quiet, but through that came the wonderful warmth and nutrients of his mother's milk. London was content simply curled up and suckling, as at his newborn stage not much else mattered aside from the milk and sleeping.

    Scarface dropped Jewelkit just outside the door, told Jadepaw to stay there, and padded forward into the room. "Philadelphia," he greeted, dipping his head awkwardly. He glanced down at his kits with a quiet purr. One of the she-kits looked just like Philadelphia, and one looked like him. There was a tom who looked like him, and then a lighter chocolate tom as well. "They're beautiful," he murmured, taking another step forward, lowering his head and giving them a good, quick sniff, then stepping back. He knew that new mothers were protective of their kits, and he didn't want to annoy Philadelphia.


    Jewelkit peeked around the doorway into the room. "Those must be his kits," she whispered to Jadepaw. "Some of them look like him, and some of them look like her. Who is she, anyways?"
    "Hush," Jadepaw silenced her little sister. "I think she's their leader, because everybody seems to defer to her. I dunno, though. She doesn't have a proper leaders name..."


    Chesapeake, who had followed them, stood behind the two captive cats - one was about trainee age, the other the age to be made a Blackheart or a Treater. He wondered what Philadelphia would do with them.

    "They certainly are," agreed Philadelphia. "But go on, do explain to me these prisoners you've brought back and such."

    "We fought in the attack on Riverclan, right, and we went into the nursery. There's some kits, an apprentice, and a queen." Abbot said. He might have miscounted.

    Scarface stepped forward and sniffed the kits briefly, then stepped away, knowing that mothers were often touchy about their kits.
    "I went to the battle, and saw Noner," he looked around for the two cats, "and Scorn. They were in the nursery, stealing kits, and were having a bit of trouble. So I pitched in and helped them. I got them and the captives out of the camp, then went back for Abbot and two Death Pride kits who were having a worse time, being cornered by several big cats. Abbot and I got out all right, the kits - they were only kits, not more then six moons old - the RiverClan cats guarded for questioning. They don't know much. Then I brought Abbot back to the group and we all headed here as quick as we could. Noner and Scorn need an escort home - to ToMS and the Elite, I think they said, and Death Pride needs to be informed about the two kits."

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    Rampant nodded, as he hadn't really debriefed the cats much. That sounded good. Noner stepped up with an awkward question. "Um... how should the prisoners be divided up?" she asked. Maybe now was not the time, but Noner had the short end of the stick when it came to intelligence.

    Calikit was brought in. She didn't want to be a prisoner, she wasnted to be a apprentice then a warrior. She looked at the MUCH younger kits. They looked like they were just born. She flicked her tail angerly.

    "We'll need to bring them all in, first," meowed Philadelphia, repositioning herself to allow her kits the room to suckle, but at the same time show her attentiveness to the subject at hand. "Adults will be made into slaves, simply." The cinnamon she-cat pricked her ears, studying Calikit. She shot a look at her, making it obvious that her next question was for the Clan kit to answer:


    "How old are you, kit? And tell me your name."