Sorrowfeather and Swiftspirit need mates! (toms only)

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    "I am indeed." Sorrowfeather glanced at her sister and asked you automatically, "Drakefang, can you find me some chervil and fennel? Chervil smells sweet and has small white flowers, and fennel is tall, and it has thin, spiky leaves. Hurry!" Swiftspirit was laying in her nest, still yelping occasionally.

    "Thanks. Oh, and you found enough, too." Sorrowfeather started to snap the fennel stems. She leaked the juice into Swiftspirit's mouth, and then gave her the chervil to chew. Sorrowfeather left for a moment. "Watch her, please." She came back with a poppy flower.

    Sorrowfeather was busying herself giving Swiftspirit poppy seeds. Swiftspirit's eyes widened at the sight of Scourge. Sorrowfeather gave her a stick to bite, as well as all of the herbs she was previously given.

    OOC ~ I looked up what kits these two could possibly have, and this is what I got.
    ~ {black male} (She is going to have the ones in parentheses.)
    ~ {blue male} (Is this fine with you?)
    ~ {blue-cream female}
    ~ tortie female



    "Drakefang, Swiftspirit is having your kits. She says she would prefer it if you left during her kitting." Swiftspirit yelped in pain, but louder this time.

    OOC ~ Okay, then.


    IC ~ You hear lots of yelping, and a long while later, all is quiet and Sorrowfeather comes out to get some fresh air.

    "Yes, but be careful." When you get inside the cave, Swiftspirit is lying in her nest. By her side are a black tom, a blue tom, and a blue~cream she~kit.

    "Okay. We should name the blue tom Storm, the black tom Raven, and… you should name the blue~cream she~kit. We have to decide, though, whether we are taking them back to the clans or not."

    "Alright. Storm, Raven, and Peace. Very good names." Swiftspirit started to lick her squirming and protesting kits. They all started to purr (including Swiftspirit), and they all fell asleep.

    Swiftspirit purred, and curled tighter around her kits. Sorrowfeather came back inside with her jaws full of hairy~leaved stems with pink and blue star~shaped flowers. "Here, Swiftspirit. Chew these borage leaves." Sorrowfeather broke off a few leaves for Swiftspirit.