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    Cinderpelt smiled when he saw the soon-to-be Rubykit. "A lookalike" he said as he licked it before placing it close to his mate. He gave Fleetfoot an affectionate lick on the forehead to encourage her and to show her that was there for her.

    OOOC: LOL how many kits left? I cannot remember. (awkward)




    IC: Fleetfoot felt his licks, but she slipped into unconsiouness. She murmured a reassurance. "I just need a minute..." before she fainted into sleep.

    scourgekit moewed loudly to her new father "meow!" she yowled then pawed his nose then rolled over and suddenly her eyes popped open "meeeeooooow!" she squeaked then looked at her dad

    OOC: Misty, Holly, Ruby and Scourge are born I guess... as they have rp'ed already :D Leaves Jemkit to be born.


    IC: "I guess that's alright?" he thought, not knowing if he had to search for a medicine cat or not. He decided to trust Fleetfoot and didn't leave the den. "Looks like the eyes are opening already" he muttered as he looked down on the kits. He grabbed Scourgekit and laid her close to Fleetfoot's belly. "You can eat now" he said with a smile as the kit tried to say something.

    The dark brown eyes of Jemkit remained shut as the small, squirming kit's world dissolved around him, leaving him in the dehiscent cold of the wide, wide world. He had been last born, and rightly so; he was a bit of a runt. His soused pelt leaked of the callico colour, his nose was pastel pink as a dainty rose. The pads of his paws were also this feminine pink; whom would have guessed that this kit was male? Shivering in the ice enveloping him, he wriggled his minute body towards the fur wall that was emmitting heat, sinking his small head into the bristling pelt of his mother. The warmth was all he could consider right now; he was helpless and relied on it.

    Cinderpelt was stunned as the fifth kit appeared. "You just got your last kit... asleep?" he muttered as he walked over to the last kit. It buried itself in the pelt of Fleetfoot and he smiled. He licked it a few times and then laid down, close to his mate and their little kits, making sure the warmth stayed close to the kits. "I'm so proud of you..." he softly said to the sleeping she cat before watching the five kits.

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    "No, you don't...", Cinderpelt meowed as he softly grabbed Mistykit by her scruff. He laid her back down close to Fleetfoot and laid back down, closing the circle around the kits.

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