Posts by Yarrownose

(All righty. Sorry about wolfpool. For some reason I started typing her as a diva. LOL :P)
Wolfpool cooled down. "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm just used to a cushiony life. Let me TRY a mouse without you yelling, please. I'm just hungry."

(It's just how I said her personality was "kind")
Wolfpool looked at the mouse in disgust. "Well, food is food, I guess..." she muttered as she took a bite. Her eyes lit up. "Hey! It's not half bad!" she said happily as she ate more. She was glad this was the clan her kits would be born in.

Yarrowkit watched as Emberkit left the camp. "Ooohh, looks like fun!" he whispered as he raced out after her. Maybe it was a secret game? He just wanted to play! He carefully stalked after her.

Yarrowkit noticed big orange and yellow things like the ones attacking the camp. He jumped up and looked inside, only for it to roll as he fell in! Suddenly he could hear his clanmates screeching and attacking the shell thing. He snickered.

Wolfpool looked carefully at Conedapples kits, making sure they were all there and all safe. She let out a deep breath after seeing they were all fine.

Wolfpool looked at heartpaw curiously. How come She hadn't seen heartpaw before?

I'm firekit.Also, ignore the LAVAkit stuff. Forgot that it was YOU who started the thread.:P

Still gazing at the kits, she felt a pang. "My kits are coming!" she screeched frantically.

Wolfpool moaned loudly. "WHERE IS THE MEDICINE CAT! MY KITS ARE COMING!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

Wolfpool quickly chomped down on it, digging her claws into her nest in pain.

Wolfpool did as she was told and pushed with all her might.

Wolfpool pushed with all of her mind as her first kit's head started poking out.

As wolfpool's first kit started coming out, her eyes clouded and her muscles relaxed

Wolfpool's claws retracted as the kit came out fully. She closed her eyes and layed down completely.
The small gray kit mewled helpessly as it blindly nudged wolfpool stomach, trying to flip her to get milk.
(Uh, I guess it's night)

ooc: probably because wolfpool just died.

The small gray kit continued mewling for milk.

The gray kit stumbled and started to attempt to suckle on a wild berry nearby. He continued to wail.

the kit mewled randomly in the air. Why am I not getting milk? he thought to himself. He sniffed around for another milk-scent.

He immediately started suckling vigorously, making up for lost time.

The small kit felt himself being nudged out of the way. He didn't know it, but he was the smallest out of the kits in this nest. either way, he still wanted to suckle and refused to stop.