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Post by Lastsong on Jan 4, 2013 1:02:42 GMT -5
Lastsong glanced at the queen as she squirmed in her nest. He imagined she was in a lot of pain--he could see it in her face, as well as sense it. One could sort of tell about those things when one was experienced with those sorts of situations. Lastsong spit the poultice out onto a leaf and mixed in some berries for strength. Then he gently pushed it over to Honeyfrost and gestured to it.
"Go ahead and eat that up. It'll help you with strength and will help to ease a bit of the pain in your hips." He padded to her side and began feeling along her swollen belly. He had done this before and had reckoned on at least two kits--maybe three. He felt along the rippling muscles of her back and side, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"It will be a little while yet. You're doing well, though." Lastsong smiled at Honeyfrost encouragingly. He was just glad that she wasn't cursing at him, as some queens had in the past. But he supposed the verdict was still out on that point.
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Post by Honeyfrost on Jan 4, 2013 1:17:19 GMT -5
Honeyfrost took a deep breath and lapped up the poultice. The taste was bitter and nasty on her tongue, but she forced it down her throat. She dropped her head back down on the nest, feeling absolutely miserable. She knew in the end it'd be worth having her precious little kits next to her.
Time passed by so slowly. The queen was growing a tad bit impatient as she awaited her kits to come. The herbs that Lastsong gave her were helping a little, but not enough for her to fully relax.
Then she started day dreaming about the kits. How many would there be? What would they look like? Would they be strong toms, or beautiful she-cats? All of these thoughts played over and over in her head, that she almost forgotten about how much the pain hurt or how slowly time was going by.
In the middle of all of her thoughts, she felt a little bit of pressure, and it shocked her. She glaced up anxiously at Lastsong. "I..." she felt another contraction, so she cut off. "I think the first kit is coming" she said, the pressure becoming more intense as the seconds passed.
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Post by Lastsong on Jan 4, 2013 1:20:43 GMT -5
Lastsong sat by the queen's side, his gaze steady and his paws gently pressed against her side. He stepped aside for one moment to get some wet moss for her to have a drink. He was by her side again by the time she spoke, and he touched her side gently and felt the strength of the contractions.
"Yes, it's about time." He passed a small stick he'd retrieved to Honeyfrost. "Bite down on this. With the next contraction, you should begin to push." He nodded solemnly. The first kit would be coming along with the next contraction, he could feel it.
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Post by Honeyfrost on Jan 4, 2013 1:32:55 GMT -5
It wasn't long until she felt another contraction, and she imedietely began pushing. Her teeth gripped the stick tightly, and she let out a growl. Seconds later, she pushed out a tiny kit, and the pressure eased up a little bit. She relaxed and tried to catch her breath. When she was told kitting wasn't easy, she didn't know it'd be this exhausting!
She looked down warmly at the little kit. Her teeth broke the protective sac around it, and she licked it roughly to help it breathe. She looked at her precious bundle and smiled. "First one's a she-kit, it looks like" she purred as the tiny white and ginger bundle began to whine.
A few minutes passed, and she felt more pressure. This time wasn't as bad as pushing out the first kit, so this one came along just fine. She repeated the action, and once she ripped the sac open, she licked the small kit roughly to get it to start breathing.
She noticed this one was a tom, but she was already so exhausted that she didn't say a thing. She knew this wasn't over with. She was so tired after the first two. How could she possibly do anymore?
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Post by Lastsong on Jan 4, 2013 1:38:51 GMT -5
Lastsong murmured encouragement to Honeyfrost as she gave birth to the first two kits. He made sure both kits were cleaned thoroughly and then checked for the remaining kits. He could feel them moving--more than one, to his surprise. Four kits! He thought. That was unusual in Clan life. But it was a good thing, having so many kits for the Clan. Harder to feed, true. But fresh blood would always be welcome.
"Keep it up, Honeyfrost. You're half way there," Lastsong meowed reassuringly.
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Post by Honeyfrost on Jan 4, 2013 1:59:06 GMT -5
Honeyfrost nodded her head and felt another contraction along with the pressure coming on. She jumped at the sudden pain, and clamped down on the stick tightly. She pushed, and this kit was the most painful so far. She stopped for a second, then pushed a little more. And a tiny kit slipped out.
She licked it, and first it stood still. Worried at the stillness and the silence, Honeyfrost licked rougher. Panic gripped her heart until the kit lifted a tiny head and let out a soft whimper. Her heart calmed it's racing down, and she licked the kit again. Another she-kit. This was was a light, pale cream color and was smaller than the other ones.
She knew there was at least one more kit left. Hopefully this would be the last one. She tried to relax. Each kit came soon after the other, but this one took a bit longer. She waited and waited, and soon the pressure built up again. A minute or two later, another contraction and she was pushing. She didn't even bother to grab the stick this time. She let out a yowl of pain, and the little kit slipped out. She knew she was done. She had to be.
She licked the kit furiously until it starting mewing in protest. It was a tom kit, and he was dark tabby brown. A memory seized her heart as she looked at the last kit. He looked like an exact copy of her brother who had died right after they became warriors, Adderstrike.
She pulled the kits close to her and let them nurse. She blinked thankfully at Lastsong, because she was too exhausted to tell him how grateful she was that he was there for her.
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Post by Lastsong on Jan 4, 2013 2:04:12 GMT -5
At last, it was over. Lastsong made sure each kit was clean and warmed up, and then he nosed them gently towards their mother. Then the medicine cat sat back and watched as the kits nestled into the curve of their mother's belly. He let out a warm purr.
"Welcome to ThunderClan, kits," he meowed softly.
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Post by Lightkit on Jan 4, 2013 2:05:51 GMT -5
The little ginger-and-white she-kit wriggled up to her mother's belly. She stretched out her small paws into the darkness, pressing at the soft, warm flesh around her as her mouth sought out her mother's milk. Finding it, the she-kit let out a warm purr of contentment, which filled her body and vibrated in her chest.
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Post by Lilykit on Jan 4, 2013 2:07:06 GMT -5
The little she kit let out a mewle as her sister steeped on her ear with her claws
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Post by Honeyfrost on Jan 4, 2013 2:12:35 GMT -5
Honeyfrost looked down on her kits. She decided that naming them would be a good idea. She looked at them in the order that they were born and thought about. She never knew coming up with names would be this difficult.
She looked at the first she-kit. She was white with light ginger blotches all over her. She remembered the light happiness feeling in her chest when she first put her eyes on her kit. And then that's when the name came into her mind. "Lightkit" she purred. "This first kit that was born, she's going to be Lightkit"
She then looked at the flame colored tom. He resembled Flamewhisker, and it brought a new pain in her heart. Even if, though, she loved this kit more than anything. "Your name will be Redkit" she said, noting the orange-red colors of his fur.
After that she smiled at her other daughter, who she was in fear of not surviving. But, she was healthy, and that was the best feeling of all. "This cream colored she-kit will be Lilykit"
Then at last, she looked down on the dark brown tabby tom. Her head swam with thoughts and every emotion pierced into her like thorns. He looked just like her brother. It brought back so many memories - both good and bad. "And this one...he will be Adderkit, in memory of Adderstrike"
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Post by Lastsong on Jan 4, 2013 2:15:15 GMT -5
Lastsong listened intently to Honeyfrost as she named the kits. Each kit seemed to fit the name given it, and he smiled at the queen when she had finished.
"Those are excellent names," he said. Then he turned to the kits again. "Welcome, then, Lightkit, Redkit, Lilykit, and Adderkit."
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Post by Lightkit on Jan 4, 2013 2:17:24 GMT -5
Lightkit heard voices over her head. A part of her recognized the warmth of her mother's tone, and her purr deepened with the delight that swam through her little body. She let out a small mew that felt odd to her unused vocal cords. She wriggled her way closer to Honeyfrost and continued suckling contently.
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Post by Honeyfrost on Jan 4, 2013 2:23:50 GMT -5
Honeyfrost purred and smiled. "Thank you, Lastsong. Thunderclan is so blessed to have you as their medicine cat" she said, not taking her eyes off of her tiny kits. Her heart swelled with love and pride. If only Flamewhisker were here to see them. She was sure he'd be proud, too. She couldn't wait for the clan to see them.
Redkit could hear voices around him, and he mewed furiously as he pressed into his mother's belly. His orange pelt brushed against his sibling's, and he felt warmth surround him. It was odd being outside of his mother's womb, and it'd take some getting used to. But he purred with satisfaction as milk filled his little belly.
Adderkit took a few more gulps of milk and then broke away from his mother, mewing like crazy. After a few seconds of whining, he gave up and snuggled against Lightkit and fell asleep.
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Post by Lilykit on Jan 4, 2013 2:24:20 GMT -5
Lilykit heredity her name and started to purr as she suckled as if it was already familure
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Post by Lilykit on Jan 4, 2013 2:27:31 GMT -5
Occ: I'm going to bed be back tomarrow
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