Kitting Oceansong

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    Oceansong was sitting cofortably outside the nursery sunning herself when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stummic. She ran back into the nursery relizing the kits were coming. she got to her nest and lay on her side heaving.

    Bramblepelt had been padding over to his mate with some fresh kill in his mouth for her when he saw the look of pain flit across her delicate features. Without even noticing him, she loped off in to the Den, gentle eyes wide. He felt his heart falter with joy - and fear - as he dropped the fish he had brought for her, and bounded urgently after her. The kits were coming!


    She was laying on her side on her nest, sides heaving. He skidded to a stop a whiskerlength away from her nose, glad to see that everything was all right. He licked her nose comfortingly, leaning back on his haunches and curling his long, dark tail around his forepaws. "How are you?" he mewed, nuzzling her encouragingly. "Are you okay?"

    "yes, i['m okay." she gasped as she felt a sharp pain and one small tawny coloured kit landed on the ground. She pulled him closer and began licking him.
    She relaxed for a min. then felt the sharp pain agian. She gasped and 3 more kits landed gently on the ground, all 3 were as white as oceansong was. Oceansong pulled them closer and began to relax as all 4 kits began to suckle. She let out a long purrr and looked at her mate happily.

    Plutopaw had been walking by the nursey to see his mentor. He herd the sound of kits! He walked throught the entrence and spotted four little bundles of fur. "They are so cute" he exclamed!

    "Thank you plutopaw" oceansong said looking up at her apprentice. She continued to lick the kits again. 'I wonder what to call them. I really like Shimmerkit and Glimmerkit for 2 of teh white ones, maybe those 2." She thought, 'but what about the other 2'

    Bramblepelt felt a purr bubble up in his chest. He was a father, and everything had been so... easy, so simple! He grinned slowly, nuzzling his mate fondly and gazing curiously at the squirming kits. "They're beautiful," he breathed, licking the tom's head. The tom squealed, jerking upwards sharply and latching on to Bramblepelt's tail tip, trying to suckle. Bramblepelt chuckled, slowly disengaging the kit and nudging him towards Oceansong. "Maybe I should leave him in your paws," he admitted, laughing.


    As they suckled greedily, Bramblepelt stared at the two remaining kits. The white she-cats were all identical. "Perhaps this kit," He nudged the she-cat, and she mewled pitifully. "Should be called Willowkit." He paused for a moment, gazing solemnly down at the tabby tom, and decided, "And this one is Berrykit." He glanced up at Oceansong, love and pride emanating from his gaze. "Are those names all right?"

    "Yes I love thoose names! there wonderful, I tought the other two could be shimmerkit and glimmerkit." Oceansong said happily.




    Shimmerkit nusled in closer trying to get mire room and succefuly shover Glimmerkit out of the way. Glimmerkit pised back so Shimmerkit was out of the way.



    Oceansong purred and seperated them by putting willowkit in the middle of them.

    Bramblepelt beamed. "Perfect," he agreed warmly, nuzzling Berrykit affectionately. "They're... beautiful," he added proudly, licking his mate. "Glimmerkit and Shimmerkit really suit those two." He nuzzled the two white kits, and then laughed, "I have trouble telling them and Willowkit apart!" He chuckled, feeling a delighted purr bubble up in his throat. Berrykit stumbled over to his sisters and swatted at Willowkit's leg. Without even looking down, and kicked out, and the tom bristled with self-righteous indignity. Bramblepelt sighed, shaking his head in mock-disapproval. "No, Berrykit," he reprimanded gently, picking the enraged tabby kit up by the scruff and depositing him next to Glimmerkit. "Play nice, okay? You're the man of the house now." As if in reply, the tom puffed up with proud. Bramblepelt smiled fondly, watching Willowkit absentmindedly as she squirmed and mewled feebly as she suckled greedily.

    Oceansong purred. SHe started to lick eath of her kits. They mewwed and riggled in protest. SHe pulled them closer and continued to lick them. "THere so small!" Oceansong exclaimed quitley, " Are they a normal size? THey arn'y to small or to big are they?" Oceansong said panicy wanting her kits to be healthy and....
    perfect.

    Bramblepelt smiled to himself at his mate's sudden panic. "It's okay," he soothed, nuzzling Oceansong lovingly. "I saw Sableheart's kits, and they were just a little smaller than these ones; and even then, they were considered a little small. I think they're perfect," he added, satisfied, and he licked Berrykit fondly.

    Plutopaw looked from the two parents the the new kits. He smiled to himself. He remembered when he was a kit. Always trying to get the most attention! He could tell that his mentor was happy.


    Summerblaze had seen a familier cat slipe through the nursery entrence. Plutopaw... the name came to her. She had over herd some she-cats talking about some new kits and had decided to see them. She slide though and saw that Oceansong was the new mother. "Hey" she said shyly. She had always whanted kits. But she could never find a mate...

    Berrykit, full with warm milk and half-asleep, bumped in to Summerblaze. He squealed in alarm, flinching and leaping to his stubby paws. Of course, he couldn't, and keeled over quite neatly, still yowling an alarm. He believed Summerblaze was an enemy attack (lol)! He slithered around in alarmed circles, fur bristling as he made incoherent chirping noises.

    OOC// Uh, sorry to intrude but Lime said I could have Cedarkit, who was Bramblepelt and Oceansong's son, but I think it was Berrykit

    "Take it easy." Summerblaze laughted as the young kit tryed to attack. "He'll be a good little warror." she comented to Bramblepelt.


    Plutopaw sat next to Summerblaze. He watched Berrykit run is circles. He looked over at the other three kits. Then back to Berrypaw. He couln't wait to become a warrior. But he also wanted to be a mentor.



    OOC: sorry that its short

    OOC// No, When Lime RPed Bramblepelt, the two kits names were supposed to be Cedarkit and Tunamikit, but when you got him you changed the names of the kits and apparently Oceansong told you nothing about it, really Cedarkit(Berrykit) and Tunamikit(Willowkit) still belong to lime, because only Bramblepelt was given to you not Bramblepelt and the kits. But Lime gave me Cedarkit, so really Berrykit and Willowkit should be Cedarkit and Tunamikit and Cedarkit should belong to me and Tunamikit, Lime.

    OOC: umm, what is going on. the kits were not born when bramblepelt went up for addoption so technicaly they don't existe.


    Oceansong smiled at her kits, she looked up at summerblaze, "Hi your Summerblaze, right? How are you today?" She said. Oceansong beemed with pleasure.


    Shimmerkit half walked half slithered over and nusled agienst summerblaze.


    "I think she likes you!" Oceansong purred, "oh and PLutopaw, I hope you have been practising hunting and your fighting moves." She said in mock seriusness.

    "Yes, Oceansong, I went hunting the other day. I'm getting good at catching fish!" He beamed up at his mentor.


    "Yes. Thats my name." Summerblaze said. Her gaze turned to Bramblepelt. "You are so lucky to have found a great mate." She looked sadly down at her paws.
    Shimmerkit nuzzled her leg, Summerblaze suddnly felt a little atatched to the young she-kit.

    OOC: Lemme guess. Future mentor/apprentice? ::)


    Berrykit yawned, displaying needle-sharp teeth. He wanted to hiss and to growl and to fight! But he realized that the other cats were friends. He relaxed immediately, smiling in a charming fashion and padding up to the warrior and purring in apology. He hoped that she didn't take his antics the wrong way! He propped his forepaws on her thick, furred chest, staring seriously - and more importantly, sightlessly, because his eyes hadn't opened yet - in to her eyes. He mewled after a few heartbeats, unable to say more.