The birthing

[frostwhisker]

Frostwhisker, the heavily pregnant Riverclan queen, was approaching the opening of mouthermouth, her tail lowered, dragging on the ground. She sighed heavily, slumping next to the cave, enjoying the white glow of her pelt that reflected the light of the moon. While she lay there, in the calm peace of the night, her thoughts had begun to drift over to Dragon. She hoped he would come, at least within another sunrise. The kitting would start soon, and her journey from camp had been exhausting. She didn't know how she was going to survive if she was going to kit tonight.
She had come here because mouthermouth would be the best and most protected place to have kits, not to mention, starclan would watch over her, so that no badger nor fox could harm her kit. Her eyes became dreamy as she thought of how exciting it would be for them to take their first sleep next to the moonstone, their little paws supporting their little heads as they received Starclan's blessing, next to the carresses of their mother.
A jolt of pain ripped through her belly, sending shivers through her body to her tail. the kits were coming. She heaved to her paws, another jolt of paint racking through her unsteady frame. Slowly, pawstep by pawstep, the silver she-cat padded into Mouthermouth, her swollen belly scraping the sides of the cave.
Though she tried to ignore the pain, it seemed the waves of shock and kitting were wearing her away, a little bit each time. Her body was about to collapse just before the moonstone appeared, with all it's Starclan given glory. A new strength arising with Frost, she lay down beside it, and let out a long and exasperated sigh.
Through the night the young ones came, first was a silver tabby tom, with a arrow-like formation on his back. "Arrowkit..."
Licking his fur the wrong way to warm him up, the tiny kit let out squeals of fear as it entered to world for the first and last time.
Guiding him to wards her belly, she gasped as another little kit came forth, a light gray tom, identical to his mother. She licked him vigorously, his fur becoming drier and sleek. He was desperate to get away, but she nestled him with the warmth of her body, and whispered lightly into his fragile ears..."Flightkit..."
The third kitten came a few hours before dawn, a cream colored she-kitten with patches of the ginger fur Frost knew all too well. Her gurgled mews were drowned out by Frostwhisker's purring, and she tucked her into her two brothers. "Daisykit..."
Two more kittens arrived at the same time, stretching Frosty's patience more than ever before. "Sunkit and Moonkit..." she mewed, hardly able to speak. Though all her motherly instincts told her to do otherwise, the licked them both once, then placed them next to her.

In the early hours of dawn, she awoke from her slumber to find Sunkit and moonkit dead. Her grief was intense, her vision wavering as the two kits lay in cold slumber next to the moonstone. "Starclan's blessing, and their curse."
Though inflaming of Starclan and both grieving for the loss of Sunkit and Moonkit, she curled up again and slept once more. [td][/td]

[Flightkit]

Flightkit struggled to crawl closer to his sister,Daisykit.The soft leaf-fall breeze ruffled his Grey fur and he huddled closer to his sister.

Flightkit noticed that something was touching his tail,curiously, he crawled towerds were his tail was ,he found nothing.Confused, the small kit crawled farther away until he could co no longer feel his sister's warm pelt.Fear creped up the small kit's spine."Mew!",he cried for help no knowing that he had crawled to the other side of his mother, wiped out he meowed another faint cry.

[frostwhisker]

A small, fearful mewling crept into Frosty's dreams, and she awoke with a start. Looking around bewilderedly, she knew she was not in Mouthermouth any longer. Huge trees rose around her, and a dampening mist covered the forest floor. Darkness choking her like a snake around her neck, she cried out, looking for Dragonclaw, and her kits.
Her heart pounded in her ears, and her body seemed to be filled with anxiety and worry. Where are my kits? she mewed. A huge raptor tore from a tree limg above her, carrying a scrap of fur in its claws. It was Flightkit. His wails of terror seemed to be swallod up in the starless night, and she pelted after him, her eyes not breaking contact with her little kit's.

Just as the hawk began to move out of sight, a brown figure lashed out from behind the treetop, clinging for dear life as it reached for the kit. Frost stopped dead in her tracks, for the cat she had known for so long and loved so dearly, lost his grip and plummeted to the ground, and did not move again. The ground swam before her, she had lost so much, Dragon, Flightkit, daisy and arrow, who were no where to be seen...

Frostwhisker nearly jumped out of her skin when she awoke, her eyes darting wildly as she realized with relief she was in Mouthermouth. Shaking with the horrors of her nightmare, Frost stared at her kits, and realized one was not there. Flightkit. She feared her dream was becoming reality, swerving her neck every which way to search for her missing kit.
There, huddled in a crevice of rock, was Flightkit, cold, but not dead.

She licked him vigourously, after putting him next to his siblings, and sighed with exhaustion and joy when she heard him respond. "Dragonclaw, where are you?"
Her belly growled with hunger, and knowing that she could not leave her newborn on their own to go hunt, she knew her milk would not last long.

[Flightkit]

OOC:I feel so loved,lol.Thanks Dragon!!! ;D

Flightkit purred softly as he felt the warmth of the siblings again.Flightkitlet out a small yawn and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

[Nightfur and Co.]

Arrowkit mewled at his mother before finding her stomach. The milk felt warm and soothing as it went down his throat. Now full, he snuggled up close to his mother's soft fur, all nice and warm. He closed his eyes and went to sleep purring.

[dragonclaw]

sweetness!!! now we have most of the kittens being active

Dragonclaw, tired from his hike to mouthermouth, searched the rocky landscape for any sign of Frost. A spatter of blood near the entrance was as good a clue as any, and he started to pad insidethe ancient cave. Walking farther inside, he could here the faint mewling of kits, and his heart lept with joy. Those sounds, those were the first kits he would ever father, ever raise. He nearly bounded into the moonstone, bumping into frost instead. From the faint light that seeped in from the roof, Dragon could see she was stressed. Her eyes searched him wildly, treating him as an intruder. they softened, however, after nearly a minute of aggression.
He look down, and gasped. There, beside Frost, were three healthy young kits. Over in a corner, a fresh grave had been dug, and Dragon suspected that more kits had not made it through the night.

[Flightkit]

Flightkit woke up to the sound of pawsteps.Fear once again broke into the young kits heart, his heart pounded agints his chest and he let out a soft mew of fear.

Confinced That his mother was asleep, Flightkit paws at his mother side and mewed again.Finialy he gave up and tryed to tell his sisters and brothers to run away."Mew,mew,mew,mew"

Alarmed that the pawsteps had stop very near him and his siblings.The Young kit tryed to move away,but was still half asleep so he just huddled closer to his mother and shiverd.

[frostwhisker]

Frostwhisker clamed her firghtened kit with a few comforting licks, then stopped to look at Dragonclaw.
"How will we seperate them?" She mewed, looking at her kits as she spoke. Though she knew it would be hard, she shuddered to think that in just a few days her kits would be divided among their parents. She hate to give them up, but she knew that some had futures in Tc, not Rc.
she sighed, then mewed once more,"What if I take Dasiy, and you take Flight and Arrow?" Knowing she'd have to make up some story to Stormstar that she'd only had one kit, she lay her head on her paws, ignoring the growling that was becoming louder adn louder with each passing moment.

[Nightfur and Co.]

Flightkit's frantic mews reached Arrowkit's ears, and he, too, began to panic. His head twisted around wildly, trying to take in the smells and sounds he heard. He went as close to his mother as he could, trying to keep away from the sound of pawsteps.

OOC: No offence meant, Dragon. Not being able tos ee or hear at first is kinda hard.

[dragonclaw]

No offense taken.

Dragonclaw murmured something inaudible, then bent down to give the kits a good sniff. "We can move them once they have their eyes open.." He gazed at Flightkit and Arrowkit for a moment, then turned to leave, mewing "I'll go fetch you some mouse or squirrel, you must be starving." He left the cavern, slowly swallowed up in the darkness.

[darkstorm]

Daisykit squeaked in hunger, sensing her mother's milk was running out. She instead tried to go to sleep to wah away the hunger pains. She curled up next to her mother, instantly falling into a restless sleep.[/color]

00C: Im daisykit Dragonclaw, just in case you didnt know

[frostwhisker]

^^
A week later....

Frostwhisker smiled as she gazed upon her new kittens, hardly able to believe it had been nearly a week since they had been born. But yet a sharp pang echoed in her heart, she knew today was the day she'd have to give them up. Two of them would lead their lives in Thunderclan with their father, her mate, Dragonclaw, and Daisy would stay with her. How in Starclan am I going to give up such precious little ones? But Dragonclaw is right, we are lucky that so far no one has spotted us here...Immagine what it would be like if Brownstar or Stormstar caught us in here!
SHe sniffed each of her kits feeably, and once again trailed back to thoughts of their departure.

[Flightkit]

OOC:Lolz!
don't worry.Innocentsoul takes me,Shardpaw, and Sunpaw on bunches of trips. ;D

Flightkit awoke to the fell of his mother's nose sniffing him.Flightkit looked up at her and blinked sleep out of his eyes"mommy" he said in a squeaky meow.

During the week he had been alive, Flightkit has said his first word,mommy.He had also learned the sent of Thunderclan and Riverclan, "mommy" he repeated

[dragonclaw]

Dragonclaw came in, his fur very groomed. "I think it is time to take our little ones to their permanent homes. We can't keep them here forever. Sooner or later a leader or medicene cat is going to find us..." His voice trailed off, tail twitching uncertainly.
He bent down to grab Flightkit, giving him a swift lick on the shoulders. It wouldn't be to long before they would be old enough to venture off...

[Nightfur and Co.]

Arrowkit looked at his father with wide eyes. " Will we be leaving mommy, Daddy?" He squeaked. "And Daisykit, too?" He didn't want to leave his mother or sister.