[ turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream ] [ babypaw's kitting - open ]

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    The pain was the first thing to register into the head of the young queen. The immense and horrifying pain that sent shudders up and down her frail body and swollen stomach. "Oh gosh..." She gave a groan, knowing that this pain wasn't like the other normal pregnancy pains that she had been experiencing over the last couple of moons. This was the real deal.

    She laid back on her side in her mossy nest, glad that she hadn't been on one of her little walks that she was typically on. There was more and more pain, and she felt like she was being ripped into a million shreds. Gosh, was this how all kittings were, because if so she was never having another litter again, no matter how in love she happened to fall in with some tom. Just... No. Hell, she doubted that she would even fall in "love" with any tom anyways. She was perfectly content on her own.


    She caught her breath and then released it in the sound of a low moan. Kill me now. She thought as the first kit began to come. Little did she know that she was in for seven others. Yes, the nursery would surely be stocked full of kits for a good while, there was no doubt about that with everybody else seeming to be pregnant and having kits as well.


    It seemed to take around a good eternity or two, but it finally ended after so much blood and pain that Baby hadn't even been sure of her own survival.


    She could feel them squirming around her stomach, felt their presence, and knew that they were there, but something didn't feel quite right. She craned her neck slightly, barely even able to stop panting for long enough to do so, but her breath caught in her throat as she saw all of them. They're were eight kits in all, but only seven of those eight were moving and alive.


    She nudged it gently with her nose one or two times and felt it's limp and lifeless body fall right back down without even a squeal of protest. Only a dull thump. She knew that, with such a big litter, it was bound to happen anyways, but she could feel her heart drop into her belly at the sight of the dead kit. It was a loss that any queen could expect, but she had been burdened with. "Bye bye, little one." She whispered, and then reluctantly averted her attention to the others.


    Oh, damnit! She had to come up with names for all of them, and hadn't even one in mind. You know what? Screw it. Names were a matter for later. All that Babypaw longed to do was make sure that the rest of the kits were fine, and that she could get some well-deserved shuteye.


    ooc ; Poor Baby. xP Her mother died giving birth to her, she never knew her father, she was r.aped, and one of her kits are dead. ;-;


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    [align=center][font=times new roman][Poor Baby...]
    A nameless male kit sat in the pile of little kits that didn't sound like they where enjoying being smooshed together. The little tabby began to crawl eagerly to his mother stomach as though a just hatched turtle crawling out to the sea. His little limbs barely felt like moving but he wanted to be back inside her quite womb once more even though he couldn't he could still rest in her soft belly fur.
    He struggled to move when he bumped into a pebble and tried to climb over it, was this the feeling of being alive? He wondered he then continued his journey till he reached the soft fur he had once dreamed of being in and he cuddled up close to his mother, in instinct he latched onto his mothers teat and began to suckle, the warm buttery fluid lapped in him and he fell into his mothers stomach fur like he wasn't there, his little closed eyes stayed closed, those where meant for another day.

    Kingkit squirmed in proof that he was alive and breathing. His thick, wet fur felt the cool ripple of the air. he suckled, and let out a enormous squeak. His paws meading on his mother's belly, he quickly ate his dinner.

    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0][font=georgia]The son of Peregrinestar and Milkshake slipped into the nursery, a smile appearing on his face as he saw kittens. This was his second time seeing a queen kitting, though Maykit didn't really mind. The kittens were what took his breath away, putting a small smile on his face at the wonder. Perhaps he had looked like that at one point, too.


    "Babypaw -- they're beautiful," purred Maykit softly, as if not to disturb the kittens. He was oblivious that one of the kittens were dead.

    Out of his closed eyes, he saw a shadow under his eyelids come into the scene. His head turned to the shadow. "Koligh!" He could barely make out the word.

    [font=times new roman]"Congratulations!" Caracalpaw purred, his multi-coloured eyes looking down at the young kittens. Someday, I'm going to be a father! he told himself, already determined for the challenge. It was as if he didn't see the dead kit. But Caracalpaw never really saw the sadness in anything.


    /muse death/

    Babypaw, whose eyes wider than they normally were, nodded at the two newcomers and curled herself slightly tighter around her kits, even the dead one. She could think of no words to say for a long time, and when she finally did it was just the tiniest of phrases,"Thanks you two." She meowed in a hushed voice.


    The young queen still hadn't taken her eyes from the kits, though, even as she spoke. There they were, the tiny babies that had been in her stomach for what seemed so long were finally out, and she felt something stronger than lightning coursing through her. Yes, she loved them more than she had loved anything ever. Each indivisual one. It was strange, for she had heard that mothers always felt fiercely protective of their kits, but she hadn't expected to feel such... Well, emotion. Perhaps it was because she had actually loved very few cats in her lifetime, and had forgotten just how strong the feeling was.


    Names. She needed to name them, and suddenly felt the strange urge to do so quickly. Two of the names came to her in a flash of inspiration,"I think I'll name these two Gracelesskit and Kingkit." She declared firmly, gently nudging a tiny grey she-cat, and then a small orange tabby tom. Two down, five to go.


    She looked up at the two other cats in the nursery, as if for encouragment. Baby had never been the most confident cat in the universe, and was struggling to hold onto the tiny scrap of it that she had now.


    Flammablekit was on the edges of the swelling mass of wriggling bodies. Her slick ginger pelt was sticking out all over the place and was cooling and becoming stiff and rigid. She feebly kneeded the moss with her tiny paws and even small claws which were the sizes of needle tips. As she dragged her head side to side she scooched forward, away from everyone else and towards the light. Towards freedom. Something inside Flay's head told her to go back and snuggle with her mother and siblings but it was easy to ignore it and continue to scooch along in the moss.

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    Flammablekit was on the edges of the swelling mass of wriggling bodies. Her slick ginger pelt was sticking out all over the place and was cooling and becoming stiff and rigid. She feebly kneeded the moss with her tiny paws and even small claws which were the sizes of needle tips. As she dragged her head side to side she scooched forward, away from everyone else and towards the light. Towards freedom. Something inside Flay's head told her to go back and snuggle with her mother and siblings but it was easy to ignore it and continue to scooch along in the moss.

    Ooc: Just incase you didn't see this. Sorry if that sounded rude.

    OOC: Hey eppie


    IC: A large majestic Tyto Alba flew in and landed over to Babypaw and the others. "I say! Hello to you...and the newborn kits!"


    OOC: *Muse is on a coffee break...*

    Babypaw glanced up at the newcomer and then back down at her kits to see, with as much amusement as she could muster, that one of her kits, a little ginger she-cat, was scooching around in the moss. Gently, she brought her paw over to the kitten and nudged her in the direction of her stomach.


    "Hi." She greeted the newcomer tiredly. The young apprentice could feel the presence of the dead kit in her litter like a weight, but she tried to ignore it. She knew that she would have to bury her baby soon. How about Flammablekit? She thought absently, eying the kit who had tried to get away. She was slowly, but surely, coming up with names for her kittens.


    ooc ; My muse is actually rather high today. x3
    Althought this post, not as much as the others. o-o


    Flay squeaked angrily and batted weakly at open air. Then she caught the scent of her mother and squeaked again before slowly emersing herself into Babypaw's thick stomach fur.


    Ooc: I'm getting a fancypost for Flay made. XDD

    Kingkit felt the wind of a landing object. He squeaked in fear, cuddling up to his mother. His sliky fur had now dried, and was soft. Licking the milk off of his whiskers, he purred in satisfaction. Moving out of the way of other kits he fell asleep by the Queen's paw.

    Another kitten, a female, was fairly calm compared to the others. She managed to get a spot right in the curve of Babypaw's belly, a very warm spot. She was a cinnamon tabby, and her fur was a handsome cherry. The she-kit wasn't suckling just yet. Instead, she was trying to breath in as much air as she could. After breaking out of her watery sack on her own, she seemed to be amazed that there was now fresh air around her.


    When the bird flew in, she didn't notice. Her ears were still sealed, her eyes shut tight.

    Babypaw had to practically pry her eyes away from the dead kitten as she gave a close evaluation of the rest of them- each one surprisingly more perfect than she could have ever hoped for. More than she deserved. How about Snowykit and Violetkit? Yeah, those are good names. She thought, eying them all with equal concentration. One last kitten to name.


    Her verdant green gaze found the final unnamed kit, a tom, and she decided at once. Geokit. The name kinda-sorta just popped into her head, but she liked it and decided that, somehow, it fit him. Good, now they all had names.


    Except one, of course. Unable to keep her gaze away from the dead body of her baby any longer, Babypaw gave a mournful moan as she once more looked over at the limp body of the tiny kit that she noticed to be a tom.


    Luckykit. The name popped into her head, as if by magic, and it took her a moment to gather her thoughts enought to realize why she thought that it would be a decent name. The kitten was lucky, after all. It got to be in a better place, and would never have to deal with the harsh truths and the hurtful lies of reality.


    "I've got names for all of them." Babypaw meowed out loud, looking up at her clanmates that were in the nursery with her. Her voice was hoarse as if she hadn't spoken for ages even though she had spoken only moments before.


    Appleblossom trotted into the big nursery. "Oh, they are cute." She smiled. "Congragulations for such a prize, Babypaw." The she-cat assured, her belly plump too with little kits.


    Kingkit felt the wind of the object thing, and squeaked once more, making a small hissing sound. His paws tightened into his mother's chest skin, hoping she would protect the kit from such a wind.


    occ: Oh, I'm terribly sorry everyone. How did I miss this! I was off on a trip yesterday and was busy with a project today. BLONDIE


    THANK YOU THANK YOUUUUU *clings*


    Okay, here I go!


    ic: A small lump of grey-white fur was twitching in the frilly moss. After breaking out of her sack, she took a little coughing breath, sucking in the air for the first time. As she started to breathe, coldness shocked her lungs. The world, came the first thought of the nameless kit, is cold. Her fur was wet, and chilling her skin, as she scrabbled her tiny paws towards something warm. This was nothing at all like the black, warm space she had known before. Blindly crawling to and fro, her nose touched something round and cozy, she cuddled up against what seemed to be her other furry siblings. As she yawned, her tiny pink mouth closed on a nipple, and she drank and drank. For what seemed like eternity, the little she-kit clung to the only comfort in the whole space, and filled her belly with warmth.



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    A small white kitten lay silent close to Babypaw. She squirmed slightly, as if to asure her mother she was alive. She squeaked in surprise as a cool draft came through, chilling her fur. She cuddled closer to her siblings and mother, suckling greedily. Her first impression of this new place was not good, it was cold and her littermates seemed too far away, despite the fact they were squeezed together. Her closed eyes were the only thing that resembled, even slightly, the warm dark space she had inhabited until a few moments ago.


    OOC: Can Snowy be the youngest?

    The fluffy orange tabby kitten tried to climb the other kits, and then clawed into Babypaw's stomach, latching onto her soft, belly skin. Knowing the action was wrong, he still approached the mad skill.