Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]

[Undertaker]

@Moonraven - Weepingkit | @dino. -Grottokit | @wolfie - Wolfkit | @Mica - Emberkit | @Fits - Foxkit | @ophelia - Hemlockkit | @SuspiciousMindz - Scorpionkit | @burntToast - Adderkit | @Blaaze - Rowankit | @Luminous - Burningkit | @silver. - Breezekit | @finley !! - Snakekit | @Morrigan - Venomkit | @Ian - Slytiger

Members of Dawnstar's Family are allowed only!!!

CW: Mild Gore & Death

[Hi! So I sent a group pm (multiple times) a few days ago or tried to. It refused to go through(got a new laptop I think it's allergic to cats), so sorry for springing this on you guys. But as I need to get the ball rolling and don't want to wait any longer, I'm going to post and you guys can bounce in here whenever you want. Since all the kits will be born in this one post, you can do the posting order however you'd like.

Also, Ian, you liar, please throw Tiger in here whenever he's back or the husband is getting divorce papers! :P

Something to keep in mind doesn't matter who posts first or last, I've decided that kit births will be in the order of the chosen list. So Moon's Weepingkit is the oldest, then dino's Grottokit, and so on. Morrigan, Venomkit is 9th in the lineup, and Snakekit is the youngest. Again you do not need to post in that order. That's just how Dawn and I are tracking oldest to youngest.

Once I get all the kits posts I will be doing a small timeskip 2-3 days ahead, cause Dawn's not naming any of them before their eyes open. If you have any questions VM me.]

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She's experienced a lot of pain both physical and emotional in her life. Her rise to leadership was one of the most dysfunctional and disturbing tales across the forest, her body was a tapestry of war. She's learned to endure and come out of all it still standing. This discomfort was something entirely new to her. She wasn't sure what time it was and hadn't bothered glancing at the lichen-covered entrance to see if any light was streaming through. The Clan leader refused to settle in the nursery, as it wasn't hers, and she wasn't comfortable in it. So her den would serve as a dual nursery.

She woke up in pain. It felt like all the muscles in her stomach and pelvis were tightening, trying to form one being, uncaring of the strain on her body. This was a whole new level of pain, Dawnstar could say it was the worst pain she'd ever experienced by far. Hearing about contractions and experiencing them were two very things. They built and built, getting more intense and painful the longer she waited. She couldn't say how long she'd been pacing her den with gritted teeth, stifling her groans of pain. It's had to have been a good several hours now.

She swore queens made this stuff look so easy. Perhaps it got easier after every litter? Who knows, but at that moment Dawnstar never wanted to have another litter ever again. Eventually, she found herself in her nest on her side. Her hind claws tore through the thick fur beneath them as one agonizing push later, she had the first kitten. Dawnstar followed her instincts, cleaning it, nipping the cord, eat the placenta. After the first one, it flowed, a risen and repeat process. She didn't bother naming them, how Queens managed to name these mewling hellspawns as soon as they had them, was a mystery to her.

They got numbers or referred to as their pelt colors and patterns in her head. By three something felt off, she felt exhausted and it didn't look like she had made a dent in her belly. Irritated hisses and warning growls slipped from her there as she heard cats outside the den, but then another decided it wanted to be born and all her attention went back to the kits. It was one after another born. She wasn't sure when it got too hard to lift her head, or when the noises around her blurred into nothingness, she was overly familiar with this feeling.

Felt it when she let Bumblebrat and Bunnystar get a little too close to her throat. At least she wasn't bleeding from her throat this time, but still, she was pissed. The damn kittens better be something amazing costing her a life. The leader would find herself ranting and raving in the afterlife, body warm but still as stone as it waited for the spirit to return.

When her body stirred again and her eyes snapped up, she'd continue quietly complaining about her loss of life. Dawnstar's never lost a life that wasn't in battle. Although, if she thought about it differently this was a whole battle in itself. She's lost enough blood and suffered enough pain for it to be considered a battle. She also had thirteen little minis to corrupt and add to her family. She guessed this was worth it. Weirdly enough, she didn't feel much for these little things other than her usual annoyance as they suckled at her belly.

She was utterly fascinated by their sizes and pelt colors and felt the natural desire to protect them until they could fend for themselves, plus the possessiveness. That would never fade when it came to Dawnstar. But aside from that they were like little strangers, her little strangers, but little strangers nonetheless. She was sure they'd grow on her like everything did when it stuck around long enough. She wasn't all that worried about growing affectionate for them anyway the more important question was how did she get them to stay with her?

[dino.]

GROTTOKIT

Wow. He hated it out here!!

Well, at least as much as a newborn could process the concept of 'hate'. His first emotion and he didn't even know it yet. The cinnamon tom kicked silently as cold air opposed to the warmth from before engulfed him, and shoved through the other wiggling bodies to find the biggest source of heat, which he latched onto.

[ @Undertaker @/everybody else ]

[Mica]

Emberkit
ShadowClan Kit
she/her | Newborn
[Large dark brown tabby with golden eyes]
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Magician ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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The world was cold. Icy air stabbed at the newborn kit, raising shrieks of rage and hatred for the cruelties of the life thrust upon her. She had no concept of murder or life, but it would not be long before this world suffered under her claws for waking her in such a way.

The bundle of brown and cinnamon fur stumbled into three other bodies, squealing at the overwhelming push and pull of their weight as they were crammed against an extended belly. The warmth of a tongue swept over her overly sensitive skin and she raised a paw to swipe blindly at whatever was manhandling her in such a way. A tiny pink paw tapped a large scarred nose, and though the kit had no understanding of love and life, the scent wreathing around her and the rough tongue over her fur soothed her rage and brought her flame down to smoldering embers, content to nose against the soft belly and suckle alongside the others.

Perhaps the world wasn't too awful.

[Fits]

? (Foxkit)
| he/him | ShadowClan | Kit |

At first, there was nothing. Of course there was nothing; that was just how the lives of every kit began. For his entire existence thus far, he operated within a kind of stasis, only moving when prompted by the movements of his siblings or mother. In this form, especially within a litter of thirteen similarly mindlessly writhing parasites, he would be insignificant in that regard. And every regard, for that matter. Perfect.

Until, of course, there was a push. Some unseen force pulled him forward, into the outside world beyond the endless night he'd always known. Finally, something interesting, something new. A chance at life. A portal to a world yet completely unknown to him. Who wouldn't want to take it? The soon-to-be-born kit might not realize it yet, but it was a chance he would never dare squander in life.

So, with little movement, he allowed himself to be pushed into that new world. His world.

Just as suddenly as the changes had begun, they came to a stop. He had been born, launched into his life with little warning. So, how did he feel about it all? Well, he felt... the ground beneath his paws. He felt the strange, sticky substance that surrounded him on absolutely all sides. And he felt a familiar movement all around him. His mother. His siblings. Of course he'd recognize his siblings; for the first nine moons of his life, he simply couldn't escape them, and that wasn't about to change anytime soon. Not that the unnamed newborn knew anything about that, of course--not consciously, anyway.

The chocolate kit breathed in for the first time, and a pathetic, gargling sound emerged from his throat. It was a refreshing yet labored sensation. Everything was just so much more difficult to a kit. With this breath, he took in the milky scent of his mother, as well as the murky scent of ShadowClan. Interesting. They contrasted so strongly, yet were so similar in a way he couldn't quite understand.

And then, something even more interesting happened. He could feel those other cats he'd been born with begin to move forward. Why? It was as though they were all drawn to something, hypnotized. He wasn't sure why his siblings were suddenly and collectively summoned forward, but he knew he needed to be like them, just like he was before. So he joined them in taking his first pawsteps (which was really more like a crawl, honestly) towards the source of the spell his littermates were all under. Toward his mother, where he would begin to feed. Just like everybody else.

( @Moonraven - Weepingkit ; @dino. - Grottokit ; @wolfie - Wolfkit ; @Mica - Emberkit ; @Undertaker - Dawnstar ; @ophelia - Hemlockkit ; @SuspiciousMindz - Scorpionkit ; @burntToast - Adderkit ; @Blaaze - Rowankit ; @Luminous - Burningkit ; @silver. - Breezekit ; @finley !! - Snakekit ; @Morrigan - Venomkit ; @Ian - Slytiger )

[finley !!]

snakekit
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straight out of the womb he decided it sucked out here. it was cold and dark and there was far too much going on- the newborn much preferred it back where he was before this all had gone on. he pushed himself to the most warm spot he could find and curled up asleep, not caring for feeding.