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Post by SPRiNKL3, , =] on Sept 29, 2006 19:57:07 GMT -5
A silver sillhoutte lined her stomack down with the ground, trying to lay on it. Her outrected paws felt a tingling of grateness for being let rest, but as soon as her swollen stomach touch the dirty ground sharp pains fell right through her whole body. She was close to kitting, but when, and what was she supposed to do? Help... help me, Dreamheart, Rowanfur. Make the pain go away please. StarClan, help me please make it go away! Make it stop. The pain sooked through her body, as she tried to lay on her stomach again. She finally gave out, she was weak. Her paws were soar, her stomach was in a world of heart. The silver she-cat collasped on her side letting a loud yowl escape her mouth, and she felt a kick in her stomach. "Help ME!!!!!- StarClan please help me!!" It was happening. kitting was beggining.
The story started when her an Rowanfur met. He came from a father of darkness, and mother of sweetness. Brightstar was leader, Brownstar was deputy, Rubytail was the only warrior. Sprinklekit was the only was the only kit. A new kit had driven his way into camp. His name was Rowan, and was accepted but Brownstar didn't like him though. That's when they met... That's when they started...
The fine maine coon felt a shock, and the pain got worse. She knew what was coming-
A kit.
She knew what was starting-
The birth.
She fell back on her side, hissing at the pain as it was supposed to be right infront of her. She imagined pain was a cat, standing right infront of her, and so she contuined hissing, and growling. Yowling, she felt what was coming. Her first kit. Pushing, and pushing, she felt it coming out... ached through her body.
Rowanpaw and Sprinklepaw had become apprentices, and falling in a deeper hole then ever. They were meeting more, and getting to know eachother a lot better. They were met for eichother, a newborn could tell...
The first kit was out, and the silver loner/warrior garsped it's brown scruff, pulling it torwards him licking his thin fur like crazy, trying to keep him warm, trying to let him feel welcomed. Was this the only kit? Was this her only trouble? The answer was simple... NO. She began feeling another kit. It was kicking. The brown kit was mewling. This was to must pressure on the she-cat. She yowled. //Tumblekit was just born//
Rowanfur was now a warrior, and Sprinklestorm was as well. They were becoming more and more series by the moment, and she and him were growing very fond. Soon she was pregnat, and then there was 'The Gathering'. It was Sprinklestorms thrid gathering as a warrior and she got banned.
The furry silver sh-cat licked her second kit, the sandy colored kit and pulled near her. She licked both of them until her tongue went numb with driness. She felt a bond with the sandy colored kit. She reminded her of something... something big, her mother.
//Hardkit//
Sandfur was the deputy of ThunderClan, but fell in love... love with betrayal of her clan, she felll in love with a kittypet named Salem. She had a litter of two kits. Graymist is gone, but she fell in loce with the wrong tom, but Sprinklestorm was her only sibling, but Salem, Sandfur, and Greymist had gone, all disappeared.
Another kit was emerging. She pushed. Another... Just one more... Please no more... no more StarClan... not another. The silver she-cat was going blank. It was to much pressure. The the thrid kit was pulled only half way, where she was on the coldest part of the floor. The she-cat couldn't take anymore while her two other kits began to drink and mewl. She fainted. She blacked out. //Bluekit//
The story started when her an Rowanfur met. He came from a father of darkness, and mother of sweetness. Brightstar was leader, Brownstar was deputy, Rubytail was the only warrior. Sprinklekit was the only was the only kit. A new kit had driven his way into camp. His name was Rowan, and was accepted but Brownstar didn't like him though. That's when they met... That's when they started...
The fine maine coon felt a shock, and the pain got worse. She knew what was coming-
A kit.
She knew what was starting-
The birth.
She fell back on her side, hissing at the pain as it was supposed to be right infront of her. She imagined pain was a cat, standing right infront of her, and so she contuined hissing, and growling. Yowling, she felt what was coming. Her first kit. Pushing, and pushing, she felt it coming out... ached through her body.
Rowanpaw and Sprinklepaw had become apprentices, and falling in a deeper hole then ever. They were meeting more, and getting to know eachother a lot better. They were met for eichother, a newborn could tell...
The first kit was out, and the silver loner/warrior garsped it's brown scruff, pulling it torwards him licking his thin fur like crazy, trying to keep him warm, trying to let him feel welcomed. Was this the only kit? Was this her only trouble? The answer was simple... NO. She began feeling another kit. It was kicking. The brown kit was mewling. This was to must pressure on the she-cat. She yowled. //Tumblekit was just born//
Rowanfur was now a warrior, and Sprinklestorm was as well. They were becoming more and more series by the moment, and she and him were growing very fond. Soon she was pregnat, and then there was 'The Gathering'. It was Sprinklestorms thrid gathering as a warrior and she got banned.
The furry silver sh-cat licked her second kit, the sandy colored kit and pulled near her. She licked both of them until her tongue went numb with driness. She felt a bond with the sandy colored kit. She reminded her of something... something big, her mother.
//Hardkit//
Sandfur was the deputy of ThunderClan, but fell in love... love with betrayal of her clan, she felll in love with a kittypet named Salem. She had a litter of two kits. Graymist is gone, but she fell in loce with the wrong tom, but Sprinklestorm was her only sibling, but Salem, Sandfur, and Greymist had gone, all disappeared.
Another kit was emerging. She pushed. Another... Just one more... Please no more... no more StarClan... not another. The silver she-cat was going blank. It was to much pressure. The the thrid kit was pulled only half way, where she was on the coldest part of the floor. The she-cat couldn't take anymore while her two other kits began to drink and mewl. She fainted. She blacked out. //Bluekit//
