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Post by whitenleaf on Dec 19, 2007 21:13:46 GMT -5
Stagering from fatigue, Whiteleaf sauntered into the nursery and collapsed onto a patch of moss. After much waiting she could feel her water break. She called in the medicine cat and waited for what seemed like forever, for her kits to come into the world...
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Post by whitenleaf on Dec 19, 2007 23:02:13 GMT -5
Having sucessfully given birth to her two kits, Whiteleaf lied back, exuasted, yet contented with having accomplishing so much. Her two new kits lay beside her, scurrying blindly and mewing in search of milk. She looked tenderly at the first kit. She was black with orange all through her pelt. An orange patch of fur covered her eyes like a mask. The kit reminded her painfully of her father, and so she came to the conclusion that she would name her in honor of him, Brookkit.
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Post by whitenleaf on Dec 19, 2007 23:08:12 GMT -5
Having named her first kit so quickly, she thought it would be the same for the second. She looked fondly at the mewling little lump of fur that scrambled in the moss until he found an empty place at his mothers side. He had a white coat with silver on his tail, paws, ears, and muzzle. She toyed with the name Silverkit, but it didn't stick. After much thinking, she saw a patch of unmelted snow just outside the nursery enterance. with the evening sun hitting it through the trees, it looked like a pile of melted silver. She looked from it to her kit and back again, then it hit her, the perfect name for her newborn, Icekit.
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Post by whitenleaf on Dec 20, 2007 14:44:02 GMT -5
As the mornin light flowed through the brambles it created pools of silver light all around Whiteleaf. She looked down at the two sleeping bundles at her side. With the previous days excitement, she had forgotten how hungry she was. She got up gingerly, being careful not to wake the napping kits. She sautered out into the clearing, happy that she had got a good night sleep. As she approched the fresh-kill pile, she thought about how different life would be with kits. She picked out a nice finch, and eagerly scarffed it down, thinking about how her responsabilities had changed. She could no longer go hunting, which she enjoyed so dearly. She tenderly thought of the times when she would go romping throught the forest with not a care in the world, bringing back enough food to last ten moons! Now, she had to stay in the nursery. The distressful sound of a hungry kit, woke her from her thoughts. She grabbed a plump mouse before resentfully returning to her duties as a mother.
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Post by whitenleaf on Dec 22, 2007 23:45:37 GMT -5
Whiteleaf woke with a start. She looked down to where Brookkit suckled happily, but where was Icekit?! Panic washed through her as she imagined what could have befallen the poor little guy. She jumped up, dispite the annoyed squek from Brookkit. Running around franticly, she noticed a small patch of white fur under some moss on the other side of the nursery. She hurried over and lifted up the moss, revealing a sweating, twitching Icekit. Recoiling in horror, she sent a prayer to StarClan for him to be alright. As if in response, Icekit stopped moving. He lifted his small head up and opened his eyes for the first time. His big green eyes stared deep into his mothers. She could smell the fear eminating from him. She picked him up by the scruff of the neck and carried him back to his waiting sister. As she lay down, Brookkit continued to suckle contentedly, but Icekit continued to stare at her. After what seemed like ages, he curled up and burried himself in his mothers fur, before drifting of into sleep.
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