Foxfoot Kitting!(open :) )

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    Foxfoot was steadily sleeping in the ferns of her temporary den. Dusksky was near her to comfort her, since they were brothers and sisters after all, and her mate was dead. Foxfoot thought she felt something hit her like a badger claw swiping at her belly. She winced as it hit harder this time. She yowled and spit in rage, waking up Dusksky.


    "It's TTTTTIIIME!" She yowled furiously, gazing into her brother's eyes.


    "Whooa! Foxfoot! Yer kitting now?" he hissed softly.


    Foxfoot started wailing. The pain was mind numbling. She pushed hard, and hard, and a dark brown kit came out. "Help-- lick them-- NOW!!" she screeched furiously, pushing as a gray blob layed motionessly on her side, blood and wet fur seeping on it. She hissed in rage, and pushed again, and again, and finally, a large white kit, it appeared to look like, on her side.


    Dusksky tried hard to keep licking the 3 kits.


    Foxfoot had tears of pain coming out of her amber eyes, and she pushed harder again, but weakily, and a black kit appeared.
    She was flailing her paws out as she felt another kit wriggling in her belly. "Moer?" she schreeched, "More kits?" another large, effort-filled push, and a golden tabby blob came to life.


    Dusksky was furiously licking them.


    Foxfoot helped, but she was very,very weak. "Weaseltounge..." she wailed, "Why did you join the ranks of the skys? Why?" tears were falling from her face.


    "What are their names?" Dusksky asked softly, his tail touching the tip of her ear.


    "The gray one.... is Herotkit..... The white one.. is beautiful, her name is Swankit... that black one... is menecing looking... he will be known as Direkit... this golden kit, will be Lunarkit... and that brown one..." she gasped for energy, "Is..is... Wease-e-e-lkit...."
    and Foxfoot passed out.


    Herotkit and Swankit struggled blindly to find food, and once they did, they suckled happily.

    Weaselkit, who had been not breathing until now, took a deep breath. It was an unfamiliar action for him. Something was strange, very strange. But these thoughts never entered his consciousness, as he was just a kit. It was only a slight wavering of uncertainty as he drew another tentative breath. He scrambled over to his mother's stomach and suckled, his troubles forgotten, for now...
    Direkit turned to his mother's side and started suckling too.

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    Foxfoot rose her head sleepily, and licked each and everyone of her newborn litter. "So... many..." she gasped at Dusksky.


    Dusksky narrowed his eyes at Weaselkit. Why was he named Weaselkit? Is it a sign from Starclan? He shook his head. Starclan had no faith in this clan, Look at the leader... he thought to himself, eyes gazing around the nursery.

    Frostpaw poked her head slightly in, having heard the mewing of newborn kits. She stepped farther in to get a better view of them, as Dusksky was blocking her view. "So, what are the kits names?" Frostpaw scowled to hide the ahh feeling she felt when she saw kits. Five, a decent amount. Her gaze settled on the brown tom. "Great Nightclan behold, he looks just like Weaseltongue!" Frostpaw laughed.

    Lunarkit lifted her head, sightless, listening to Frostpaw's voice. Who was this Weasel everyone was talking about? she wondered. She mewed to her mother, asking this question but her mother didn't appear to understand what she was saying so she gave up and went back to sleep in her mother's soft, warm fur.

    Foxfoot sighed, knowing she could never break the stubborn apprentince's fowl scowl.
    "The gold one is Lunarkit, she's a sweety, the grey one, which has black feet, is Herotkit, who is also a she-kit. Then the white one is Swankit, look at her tiny little feet... then there's a black kit, Direkit, who will be a great son, I know it..." then she gazed at her last kit, and relized with a jolt, the kit did look like their father. "The last one is Weaselkit. In honor of their father..."


    Dusksky grunted, "She told ye the names, now get lost!"


    Herotkit blindly stumbled on top of Lunarkit, lossing her balance from finishing suckling.


    Swankit mewed hoarsily, then fell into a tiny ball, and fell asleep.

    "Weaselkit, why am I not surprised?" Frostpaw sneered. She bounced out the nursery having done her duty to annoy the queen.

    OOC- Five kits? I thought you guys just wanted three or something.


    Hawkpaw padded into the nursery as Frostpaw bounced out. He looked at the kits. "Those kits are Weaseltongue's?" he asked coldly, sneering. "Didn't he get killed because he asked Starnight to be her mate? Idiot..."

    Foxfoot growled, but Dusksky stridded infront of her boldly. "Leave her to rest, she just had kits! Or do you want to lose some tufts of fur?" he hissed, fur bristling eagirly for a fight.


    Foxfoot screeched, "I don't want to see any fighting neer or around MY KITS and I don't want ANY apprentinces near me again!"
    She swished her tail from side to side, in rational anger, that was raw, and it flashed through her eyes.

    Weaselkit turned his blind eyes up to his mother, wondering what all the yowling was about. He mewed in a concerned tone to her. Direkit growled at Hawkpaw, he didn't like that tone of his voice. Rosekit glanced over the new born kits. She padded up to them quietly, wondering what path they would chose, would these kits be so foolish as to chose Starclan?

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    "Rosekit, back off!" Foxfoot hissed defensivly, "I don't want visitors till the morning!"


    Dusksky could just glare at the kit and agree softly, "She's er, not feeling good, sorry, not today..."

    Velvetcrow chuckled under her breath. She watched Foxfoot snap at the kit. She would have said something but it would only inflame Foxfoot's anger. She rested her head on her paws and continued to watch.

    Foxfoot gave her little kits a good washing. "Dusksky! pick up Swankit, she's traveling away again!" she snapped, making the tom flinch.


    "Only for you, my sister..." he muttered, grasping his jaws gently around the little kit.


    Swankit mewled in protest, feeling the floor ebb away from her paws.

    Swankit felt fur beneath her paws, a seeping blackness as she wobbled around unconsiously.


    Herotkit mewled something Foxfoot couldn't understand, and she wriggled to the smell of milk and warmth of the queen's belly.