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Yesterday, 08:21 PM
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Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]
@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.]
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?
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Yesterday, 09:37 PM
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fresh outta mercy
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Re: Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]
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.
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Yesterday, 09:40 PM
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The Ping You Dread
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Re: Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]
Emberkit
ShadowClan Kit
she/her | Newborn
[Large dark brown tabby with golden eyes]
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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.
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Yesterday, 09:46 PM
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yes, it's me again
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Re: Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]
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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 few moons of his existence, 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 )
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Yesterday, 09:46 PM
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she's dead scar. you won.
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Re: Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]
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.
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Today, 11:10 AM
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⌗ ✶ dog days are over
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Re: Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]
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large darker brown & lighter brown tom with thick fluffy fur
THERE WAS WARMTH AND THERE WAS DARKNESS. THINGS SQUIRMED AROUND HIM, PUSHING AND PUSHING. STUFFY, AND CRAMPED. NOTHINGNESS WAS ALL HE KNEW BUT AN UNNAMED HUNGER BURNED THROUGH HIM. HIS LIMBS KICKED, ALWAYS KICKING, ALWAYS FIGHTING FOR SOMETHING.
and then his world opened up and the only warmth he knew was vanished — replaced by the icy cold air. confusing and new, frightening and uncomfortable. something sticky clung to his fur, his small black nose twitching as overwhelming scents flooded in, things he could not put a name to yet. but suddenly, he no longer wanted his freedom - he wanted the cozy warmth back despite the crampness. he coughs, clearing his throat and sucking in a sharp breath before letting out a shrill screech. he started to wail, and wail, as if protesting his existence in the world.
the warmth returns, something rough and wet licking against his fur. the cozy feeling burns in his chest and he understands this is home. his wails quiet down, becoming small squeaks as he tried to push himself closer and closer to the furry beast. tiny paws beginning to gently knead against fur, perhaps he could've fallen asleep there but his stomach gave a loud, angry rumble.
he switched directions, pushing and squirming his way towards the milky scent. despite the fact he was one of the first and therefore had first pickings this did not stop him from wiggling up besides another tiny, furry body. if they were here prior then they likely found the best spot. so, instead of opting for the easier way the brown-furred kit starts to try and push his sibling away with tiny, thrashing paws & frustrated squeaking.
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Re: Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]
Venomkit
Shadowclan kit
This stygian prison was so weird. It was warm but cramped with her siblings pushing for freedom just like herself. All she'd known so far was the bodies of her siblings pushing against her and the distorted noises outside her mother's belly. Unborn and with a mind free of all mortal thoughts, the only desire she held was to escape, and that she did. Slipping out into the world, a wet bundle of tabby fur. Frigid air pierced her bones and nipped at her nose, something the newborn defied as her first experience in this unknown world.
Despite her recent hatred of this cold place, she knew she needed to breath if she were to survive. Taking a deep inhale of the Autumn breeze, a much louder sound was produced in it's wake. A mix between a hiss and a yowl, resembling a roar of a small, albeit fierce tiger, was aimed in fury at the unpleasant chilliness she felt inside her lungs. Though her screech announced her entrance, the young kitten couldn't ignore the strange feeling tugging at her stomach.
Hunger
It writhed inside of her, screaming for something to satisfy this emptiness. Crawling across the ground with the determination of a cat who had one main goal on her mind. Food. Her siblings had had the advantage of being born just a few moments earlier, something that would fuel her ambition at birth. The race had started and she must make it to the finish line. Clawing herself towards the scent of milk and making tiny noises of anger. It took a while but she made it and instantly started suckling, feeling a mild relief at finally reaching Dawnstar's belly and earning her spot. This was just the start of a life long competition.
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I'm so lost ;v;
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Re: Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]
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She/her | Shadowclan kit | newborn
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It felt as if she had been pulled out of warmth and thrown into and unfamiliar and awfully cold place! She hated it, she wanted to go back. Go back to wherever she had come from. Sucking in the air around her, the small she kit took her first breath. The little she kit then used said air to let out a pitiful cry, which then transformed into a wail. A protest against what she been forced into. This new life, it was uncomfortable and strange, it was cold and unfamiliar! She didn't want this, she never asked for this! She didn't know where she was, what was going on. The wriggling bodies next her were the only things that calmed her. She knew them, they had been with her in the warm safe place. Why had they been kicked out? The cold ceased and the warmth returned as something brushed over her fur. She wasn't sure what it was but it was soothing. Soothing enough that she stopped her complaints.
The bodies around her that she knew started to push and shove towards the large warmth ahead that the shekit could sense. She wanted to go too but with how the familiar bodies fought to get there she hesitated. Her first mistake in life! She hadn't been here that long and already she was losing. Another cry left her as she scrambled to catch up join the others. As she grew closer a new scent, all scents were new but this one was special! It drew all of her senses and suddenly she felt more aware of the tugging and empty feeling in her stomach. Hunger! She didn't want to be hungry, she demanded this problem be fixed! Once she finally reached the warm body where the source of the smell was coming from, she used the little strength she had to shove past one of the bodies and steal their spot or atleast she believed it had been their spot. Oh well it was hers now! She wasn't going anywhere either, it was warmer here and she didn't want to go back to the cold.
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Re: Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]
A feeling of warmth, if only the child knew what it was, became torn. Torn from her by movements and horrible feelings that made the tabby writhe and squirm until- COLD. So cold. Not pleasant. Tiny jaws outstretched as she attempted to partake in the squeals of dismay. However she couldn’t help but not when a sudden scent- warm and safe to the blind and deaf newborn, overtook her senses. Without a single cry other than a miniature squeak the rabble wriggled closer, curious and intense. The feelings- true feelings- came forward. Tiny claws longed for something to touch. But what? Bloodshed and death was unknown to her. Unknown for a long long time. A fierce dislike for her new environment enveloped the heartbreaker as a burst of cruel disapproval struck her. But the scene nearly washed it away.
The grudge was held, however, as a thirst and hunger crowded in her thoughts, her tiny tiny thoughts. The unnamed soul shouldered and violently squirmed through the writhing mass of fellow siblings as she fought with all her tiny muscle to reach the scent. Milk. The scent was milk- shoo! Get OUT of the WAY, siblings! Scoot! Make room! The tabby shoved and scooted until something soft brushed her nose and the milk scent was upon her. Aha! Queen once more! Within a moment the milk reached her jaws and, proudly, the kit began to eat. Uh.. slightly violently. She may or may not have been kneading with her tiny claws, wondering what they were capable of- or would have if she was able to. So, oops, suck it up if you got in the way, siblings! She needs food. And doesn’t one any of the big kits blocking the way for herself and the smaller ones.
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