Jumpingjack's Kitting [p]

The nursery was quiet except for the light rustling of other queens and the occasional squeak of a kit. Jumpingjack laid her head on her paws, carefully stretching out her spine to loosen the cramping in her full stomach. She was near the end now; the calico she-cat could feel it in her bones. She only hoped the ‘event’ would happen when she’d had enough sleep. Closing very yellow reptilian eyes Jackie tried to get some rest. A ripple of pain flowed through Jumpingjack and the she-cat huffed out a breath of panic, eyes snapping open. She wasn’t ready yet, she’d never given birth in her life!

Taking a couple of quick shallow breaths the she-cat tried not to think about what was happening and sent one of the other queens to search for Eagleflight. More ripples of pain followed and Jackie gasped in barely concealed pain. Quickly the she-cat turned her head to see a small, slime covered, calico she-cat. Gently biting through the sac Jumpingjack pulled the little bundle of fur closer to her side and frantically licked the kitten’s head.

“Colourfulkit,” she whispered, looking fondly down at her child. Her first born, her treasure.

Another rippled of pain flowed through her and Jumpingjack was painfully reminded of her situation. Nudging the small calico close, Jackie dug her claws into the floor of the nursery and wailed softly. The throbbing soon passed and the calico turned her head to catch the next kit. With careful movements she repeated the process, licking the small silver spotted she-kit and nuzzling her close to the warmth of her belly.

“Fawnkit,” she murmured, pressing her petit pink nose into its steadily warming fur. Both were she-cats so far and she admired the both of them with tired, but proud eyes. When this was all over she would be able to show them off to the rest of Windclan. The throbbing came hard and fast this time, catching the calico totally off guard. Moaning softly Jumpingjack closed her eyes to try and wait out the pain. The ripples reached right down to her toes and pinged across her eye lids like the stars of the silverpelt. Jumpingjack sighed in relief when it passed; tiredly turning her head to bite open the next sac. Quickly she began licking the small Bengal tom, driving warmth and love into every stroke.

“Toykit,” she stated through gritted teeth, the pulsing sensation of the contractions gripping her body. Yowling, Jumpingjack felt her eyes water and she fiercely tried to get a grip on herself. The normally shy and collected feline whipped her head back in agony before sighing with relief as the ripples passed. Quickly she moved her head to catch the next kit Another calico. Jack felt a moment of pride that her coloured coat was given to two kits. Biting through the sac Jumpingjack gently licked away the grip of the cold from the tiny she-cat till the small body took a gasp of air.

“Cherrykit,” she said, shifting the smaller body closer to the other three kits. Beautiful. That’s the only word that came to mind when she looked upon the four angelic faces of her children. She felt worn out and mentally tired beyond all reason but she was happy. Smiling, she gently nuzzled the bodies into line and laid her head on her paws. She was done, it was over. She felt empty and more than a little weightless.

Suddenly a ripple of pain flashed through her and Jumpingjack let out a yelp of surprise. Hadn’t the medicine cat been certain she was only going to have four?! Hissing is irritation she clawed at the ground and rode out the throbbing with a determination she didn’t know she’d possessed. When the waves of agony finally ended Jumpingjack slumped into her nest almost too tired to move. Slowly and somewhat apprehensively the she-cat reached back and cut the last sac. The slimy and beautifully marbled tabby was quickly swamped with licks from it’s mother. Jumpingjack pushed the last, small body close to her own and let her head fall back. Now that she could actually feel it there was a definite difference between after Cherrykit and after….

“Forgottenkit,” she whispered to the nursery wall, slowly closing her yellow reptilian eyes, “that you never be forgotten again.”

Toykit was not happy to be out of the warm soft place that he’d been in before. Though his tiny brain didn’t yet realize it he was very upset. He made small hiccupping sounds as something scratchy rubbed against his back and head. He mewled unaprecitively and struggled feebly to get away from the scratchy thing. Just as suddenly as it had appeared the rasp of his mother’s tongue was gone, replaced only by the soft fur of her stomach. The tiny body of Toykit snuggled closer to the warmth of his mother. His small red nose seeking out something so ingrained in his still undeveloped brain that he wasn’t even aware of it. The bengal kit pushed at the bodies that surrounded him with tiny padded paws as he sought out the milk that would come from his mother. Latching on to a nipple the tom-kit made a small sound of contentment.

ooc: All goods, I sent a PM to Uni. Will post in a moment.... ;3

ooc: After Uni’s posted and we’ve got a good feel for the kits at such a young age we can skip forwards a few weeks till the try their first solids, take their first steps and have more of a grip on their personality. Sound okay? Also, I love it Vally ^^

IC: Jumpingjack smiled down at the litter of five, happily getting their first drink in the real world. They were all so perfect and beautiful in her eyes. Three of the five had coats similar to that of their fathers’ and the other two were beautiful replica’s of her own. Staring down at the small bundles of life Jumpingjack felt her heart warm and expand to fit the newborns. When there was a disturbance at the entrance to the nursery the she-cat turned her head to see Eagleflight. She could understand his hesitance to come in; some she-cats could be far to over protective of their litters. But Jumpingjack was just happy to have the Bengal tom in her life. She flicked her tail in welcome and motioned with her head for him to enter.

“Aren’t they just beautiful,” she whispered, curling her tail protectively over the five kittens. Now that the whole ‘giving birth’ thing was over, Jumpingjack was feeling far more content and happy about this moment. There had been a time; earlier in the pregnancy, when the she-cat had doubted whether she’d be a very good mother….But now that she was exhausted and worn through, everything seemed to be so much clearer. She had the support of Eagleflight and as always, the other queens. She would be fine.

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Toykit was full. His tiny belly felt bloated and watery. He was in a dark place, that wasn’t as ‘all round’ warm as the previous dark place he’d been in and it was somewhat more uncomfortable. The small tom pushed his face into the furry underbelly of his mother, listening in confusion to the sounds that were coming from all around him. His ears, fragile at such a tender age, could pick up the muffled sounds of other bodies around his own. His small, still rather undeveloped brain couldn’t decide whether he should be scared or go to sleep. Eventually Toykit settled for somewhere in between, pushing his nose into the fur of the nearest small body |Forgottenkit| the tiny newborn drifted into slumber.

Ooc: Sorry for the short post, homework. If uni doesn’t reply soon we may just have to continue without her….

IC: Jumpingjack inwardly beamed and snuggled the five kittens closer, tail wrapping securely around their small bodies. Closing her eyes for a few seconds Jack took a moment to think on how lucky she was that all five were such perfect newborns. None had been still born, and none had, had any defects. Not that it would have mattered to her if they had, she just wouldn’t have wanted them to suffer any scorn from their peers. Pushing her nose into Eagleflight’s fur the she-cat nodded delicately to his response,

“Yes,” she whispered, “though there are a couple with your colouring as well.”