Posts by kestrelsong ~

It was an odd feeling, for sure, but not an unfamiliar one. That was what Kestrelsong had to keep telling herself as the pangs began in her ribcage. She knew it was coming for a few days now and had begun to prepare by adding extra moss in the nursery and closing all the holes in the walls so that her kittens wouldn't feel the harshness of winter. Worry coursed through her veins that they wouldn't make it - she had already lost two kittens. She couldn't lose any more. But there was another reason for her worry.

A family member had made an ... unexpected appearance. Phoenix, she was named - apparently her older half sister through her father. For some reason the tortoiseshell had her sights set on Kestrelsong and making her suffer, threatening her family (older kits, new kits, etc) if she did not leave with her to her rogue group. It was an obvious, easy decision. Kestrelsong would give her life for her children in a heartbeat and this was the only way. She had already enlisted some help making her transition out of RiverClan as smooth as possible. Faking her death was the only way to leave without Chase, Bear, Tem, Dusk, or Glade coming to look for her. Beeflight was the only option for her secret escape.

Now that she was giving birth, it was all terribly bittersweet. Bringing lives into the world, but having to abandon them was never something she thought she would have to do. In her heart though, she knew that she would find a way to get back to them. Or, she would die trying. In her absence, she trusted Bearthroat and Chasingcomets to raise them, along with help from some others that she knew would step in to lend their paws when needed. Her life was filled with the most amazing friends and she knew that even though she wouldn't be there, Chase and Bear would be the most amazing fathers.

"P-Please, get Chasingcomets and Bearthroat," she instructed one of the queens. While she waited for them to arrive, the golden and white tabby settled in her nest, taking deep breaths to calm herself. She had already grabbed a stick and was currently biting down on it. The pain was coming in waves, sending a ripple through her thin and weak body and making the heavy she-cat whimper. Suddenly, it came and went.

The first kit had been large, definitely taking after his fathers in size. He was a large, male apricot tabby and admittedly, when she looked at him she saw a pleasant mix of her and Bearthroat. The tom kit was slowly moving, not seeming to be in a rush to get anywhere and she pushed the kitten to her stomach softly. He only let out soft, small squeaks, and Kes let a purr escape her ivory maw. "My love. My gentle giant. You will do amazing things." Waiting to name him until Chasingcomets and Bearthroat arrived, she only leaned to lick his head, before she was rushed into the next birth. aloepaw.

A dilute tortoiseshell she-cat was born next, with perfect white touched on each paw, much like Kessy's. Her fur was long and tufted, like her brothers - the same Kes expected they would all have. She reminded Kes of one of her first daughters, Heronpaw. This kitten was elegant and strong and rummaged around like she owned the place. The mother let out a small chuckle as she pushed the first she-kit to her stomach. "You're perfect, my dear. And I suppose you won't forget it."  swanpaw!

Next came a cinnamon torbie point she-kit made her way into the world. She headed straight for Kes' stomach, knowing where she needed and wanted to be. "My smart girl," she purred, nuzzling the kitten. She squealed in return and Kestrelsong smirked at the fiery nature of the newborn kitten. Their personalities were each already shining through and the mother's heart broke to know she wouldn't be there to watch her grow. Tucking the second she-kit into her spot in the curve of her stomach, Kestrelsong continued to push. bettapaw

A petite apricot point came next - her soft fur a beautiful mix of creams and oranges and she leaned to lick her daughter softly across the head. She was in awe of the beauty of all of her kittens so far but she was beginning to wonder when she would be done, as she was growing rather weak. This was now her fourth kitten to be born but she wouldn't be surprised at having a higher number - her first litter had been seven. Taking a second to push the submissive kitten to her stomach, Kestrelsong mulled over a prayer for her. "I hope you find your place in this world. I hope you forgive me for not being there for a while."  IVORYMOON

The fifth kitten was a tiny, fragile one comprised of long, fawn fur like Bearthroat. The second male out of three girls so far, Kes knew he would be a protector. He was clever, much like the second she-kit born and wiggled his way in the direction of the warmth and milky smell of her stomach. "My son. You will amaze me, I'm sure of it." His size worried her so she watched him suckle for a moment before she was interrupted. POPPYTHROAT

As she pushed the next kitten out, Kestrelsong knew she was the last. She was a beautiful calico, black and red hues blending together to form a tiny kitten. "My little one." An urge to name this one overtook the she-cat - Bearthroat and Chasingcomets would get their input in naming the others but this one, she had a perfect name for. "Fawnkit." Chasingcomets, I named her for your mother, Doestar. I hope she's smiling down on us and our family. Bearthroat, she's your little fawn now. The name was something special for both toms, in different ways, and Kestrelsong smiled down at Fawnkit as she pushed her to her stomach gently. fawnheart.

Checking to make sure no one had arrived yet, she leaned down to whisper to them all, "My sweet kits. You have no idea how much you mean to me. I am sorry I have to leave you tomorrow, but I promise, I will be back. Take care of your daddies for me, okay?" Kestrelsong draped her fluffy golden tail over her kittens, and waited for the fathers and her friends to arrive to see her kits.

CHASINGCOMETS !   hawkfrost

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Everyone arrived rather suddenly, crowding the small nursery. Kestrelsong welcomed the company, however, and smiled at everyone individually as they approached to see the kittens. Tempestwing, Stormbird, Ravensong, Shorepaw, Heronpaw, and Twistedtail. Purring lightly as Chasingcomets wrapped himself around her and the kittens, she looked for Bearthroat. Though, she wouldn't welcome the same kind of affection from the fawn tom, she cared a lot about him and she wanted him to be there to help name them. "Thank you everyone. I'm in love with them already." Feeling her chest tighten at the thought of having to tear herself away from them tomorrow, Kes tried to find a distraction.

Chasingcomets had spoken and she leaned into his touch, wondering how she would ever be able to leave him as well. "Look at our kits," she murmured to him, the words strained with emotion. They were Bearthroat's as well - something she wouldn't let anyone forget. He was their father as well and would be an amazing one at that. The NPC queen had returned without Bearthroat so Kes sent her away again to get him.

Tempestwing and Heronpaw had asked their names. "I haven't named them yet ... I was waiting for Bearthroat and Chasingcomets to arrive so they could help. I figured we could each pick two to name." Letting her gaze sweep over the suckling kittens, she remembered that she actually had already picked a name for one of them. "Oh! I actually did name one ... I couldn't help myself," she mumbled sheepishly, glancing at Chase to make sure he wasn't upset. "Her name is Fawnkit," Kestrelsong purred, pointing to the youngest calico kitten with her fluffy golden tail. Her gaze travelled back to Chase, wondering if he would understand the heavy meaning behind the name.

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It seemed the golden and white tabby's whole life had changed in under a moon. While she was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that she was having kits that two toms fathered, her older half-sister arrived in the night. Phoenix was her name, and she was aggressive in her commands - stating that Kestrelsong had to leave RiverClan to join the Hunters, or whatever, or she would kill her kits, new and old. The expecting mother didn't think twice about her decision. She would leave, of course ... anything to save her kits. But why? Why did Phoenix want her? Those questions were still unanswered. I will return. I will fight to get back to my family. But for now, she had to leave. And no one could know where she was going - the only way to make a clean break was to make everything think the worst: that she had died. That was the only sure way that they wouldn't come looking for her. It was the only way her kits would be safe.

There was one person she had to tell, though, so that she could pull it off smoothly. Beeflight. Kes had reached out to the tom before her kits were born, to tell him of the plan, to which he reluctantly agreed to. "Okay, remember, no one can know. I am going to walk with you to the river and I'm going to cross it and go with Phoenix. You run back to the Clan and tell them that you were walking with me by the river because I wanted some fresh air and it was muddy and I slipped in. Because of the heavy rain, I was washed away faster than you could save me." Knowing that the Russian Blue would keep his promise, Kestrelsong was able to birth her litter with ease. Six beautiful kittens were the product of her night with Chasingcomets and Bearthroat.

It had been one day since her kits were birthed. It was the day she had to leave. Walking alongside Beeflight, she gave the tom a small and thankful smile. "Thank you for everything, Bee. I'll be back soon, I promise. Remember the plan." Knowing she couldn't look back, the slim golden she-cat made her way easily across the river, heading into the shadows of the trees where she knew Phoenix was waiting. Tears stung her emerald eyes at the thought of her newborn kits laying with their fathers in the nursery and her chest tightened when she thought of another queen nursing them. But this is what she had to do. "Goodbye RiverClan. I'll be back soon."

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The golden and white molly held an even look on her face, not wanting to betray anymore emotion than she needed to to these terrors. They had threatened her family and forced her from her home. Somehow, she would get away. Revenge wasn't ever something she wished for but the queen could feel her claws itching, wanting to sink them into someone's neck for the damage she had been forced to cause in her home. Staying silent, she just glared at Phoenix.

[ this is cruddy but i wanted to get a post down! ]

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