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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.
No! NOOOO! Someone was KICKING HIM!! There was a sear of something again that he couldn't put a name to or even really understand (though he'd later come to know it as "STOP TOUCHING ME YOU UGLY LUMP") but still allowed to spur his next action: kicking out in retaliation as hard as his tiny baby legs could muster at the offending ugly lump. Kickkickkickkick in rapid succession, and unlike said offending ugly lump, he remained mostly mute, save for a quiet 'SQUEH!' of protest at the contact.
Hmm...This was rather uncomfortable. The kitten had been restless as of late, the confines of her dark abode growing more and more crowded and heated as each hour passed. But she could tell something was happening, and so, it seemed, could her companions. Tiny body pulsating with the surge of movement, she felt herself propelled out of the warmth she'd grown so used to and into an unfamiliar environment.
The surrounding air was clear and freeing, but it had the strange effect of pulling on the very tips of her damp fur. It was a little itchy, and she did not quite understand that this sensation came along with drying her scant pelt, as it had never been dry before. So, very reasonably, she began to cry. It was not the loud and obnoxious cry of many other newborns, but rather a silent sadness, one that came from a feeling of discomfort and helplessness. A salty tear escaped the inner corner or her shut left eye, and the dripping only baffled her further. It was cold.
Instinctively, she wriggled towards the closest source of heat, sheathed paws scrabbling at the materials making up her mother's bedding. Silently, she approached, burying her head in the larger cat's undercoat as much as possible. It felt nice to cover her face in this relative softness, like a mute on the world around her. She'd almost forgotten about her companions when a damp body pressed up against one side of her flank, then another on the opposite side. She cringed slightly, but allowed it. It made her feel less exposed, at least.
As the movement and hubbub surrounding her began to calm, she concentrated on her next goal - food. Somehow, it was obvious that this big warm thing was the source of that, perhaps because it was what had already nourished her since the beginning. She poked her nose through the fur around her until she could identify where to latch on and begin suckling.
It was warm and cozy and then it was cold and lonely. Something was touching him and out of fear he spat and spat, but it didn't seem like he was doing all that great of a job of scaring off the thing touching him. It didn't leave him alone and then it did. He quickly latched onto the nub near his maw, suckling. He focused on filling his belly until the others came.
It wasn't long till he was knocked from his place and sent tumbling on his back. The tabby took a few long seconds to figure out how to roll back onto his paws. Feeling a bunch of tiny paws scrambling around and kicking, the kit quickly gave up trying to find a place to eat, curled up with one of the last competitive siblings (snakekit), and fell asleep.
@Undertaker
So I think I got all of you but two, silver. and Luminous, for replies. It's been a bit and I'd like to move on. So I'll have to check what's going on with them. Meanwhile, timeskip about a few days so Dawn can officially name the spawn. If you haven't already done so submit your kit to ShadowClan.
I'm uncertain if you guys have plans about how you want the kits to age. You could do 2 moons every 4th if you don't want them to stay kits for long. Otherwise, one moon every 4th, whatever you do though they need to all age simultaneously.
After this post, feel free to start rping your kit wherever in ShadowClan if you haven't already. Dawn's not letting her litter leave her den (as in not allowed to stay in the nursery) until they are officially weaned, they'd be staying in the leader's den until they choose to leave or she boots them for annoying her. I'll probably be doing a meeting between the kits and the rest of Dawnstar's adopted kin later.
So raising kittens was a full-time job. Dawnstar discovered that very quickly, there were always mouths to feed. Her kits were exceedingly competitive, something Dawnstar was hoping to nurture though not to the point of them hating each other as Dawnstar had her sister. Rivilary was a good way to prompt growth and potential in her kits, but she didn't want them turning on one another or despising each other.
She wanted their loyalty to one another to be strong, even if they didn't like one of their siblings, she wanted to ensure they had each other's back. Yet just as willing to kill each other should they turn on their kin or clan. She was thinking too far ahead, she still had to figure out what she was naming all of them.
Dawnstar noticed that her kits had different personalities over time, some were more laid back and easygoing, others tried clawing and kicking their sibling when they came near them when nursing, and a few screamed their heads off for no reason. She's been thinking over their names as she learned more about them. After their eyes opened and they started talking their names became easier.
"Parasites, listen up its time for you to get names," Dawnstar called to her kits one evening. She was sprawled out on her nest, feeding a few kits while using the ones cuddled up between her forepaws as a headrest. Since they've been doing nothing but sucking off her like leeches for the last few days, the least they could do was serve as headrest.
"Your name is going to be Weepingkit." She started with the eldest. He had cried rather silently and often, weeping for some unexplainable reason. She had made sure there was nothing wrong with him. It seemed he just liked to weep sometimes. If she didn't actively switch out the kits and put him out at her belly, she wondered if he'd remember to eat.
"You're Grottokit." She told the second eldest. He was quiet but fierce, she had no real reason behind his name other than she liked how it sounded and was rather unique. She's had to move him more than once for ruthlessly kicking siblings during feedings.
"You'll be Houndkit." Dawnstar moved to the third. He had been one of the screamers, baying to the moon when he was first born. He wandered a lot, for some reason he liked to stray if he wasn't eating or distracted by something. A curious little thing, she'd have to make sure he doesn't stray too far as he grows as curiosity could kill a cat.
"You'll be Emberkit." She looked at her daughter, the fourth. She had rather stunning golden orbs that drew Dawnstar's attention to her. She seemed rather mild-manner and forbearing compared to some of her siblings. Dawnstar was interested in seeing if that would remain as she grew or if she'd tired of her siblings' antics.
"You'll be my Foxkit." The fifth, a tom, had ginger patches on his pelt that had her thinking fox. Aside from his pelt, Dawnstar wouldn't say he was an interesting kit, but he was hers. She was hoping his personality would flare more as he grew. He seemed to go with the flow.
"You're Hemlockkit." The sixth was another daughter. Since her eyes had opened she observed, a lot like Grottokit did. So Dawnstar named her much like she had Grottokit, she liked the name. The ones who watched, Dawnstar assumed they were scheming something or other. She wondered what went through their little heads.
"Your name is Scorpionkit." The seventh one had been a screamer at birth as well. She had thought about naming her howlingkit, but Dawnstar disliked the name. It had been a bit of a chore deciding on her name. After dancing around on names, Scorpionkit was settled. As with most of the names, it was simply a name Dawnstar found sounded nice or fierce.
"We'll call you Adderkit." Adderkit, like many of her kits, was quite the fighter, a bit on the loud side, and another attention seeker. She was another one that made switching for feedings difficult. Dawnstar wondered if the names she gave these kits would have them growing into them or if she'd bore them and change them later. There was nothing adder-like about Adderkit, but the name was interesting.
"Venomkit," She told the next one. Still stuck on snakes, naturally, Venomkit had to be a name she gave one of them. That one had Dawnstar's temper, although it seemed to have simmered somewhat since her birth. She was loud unless she was eating.
"Rowankit." Which one was this one? One, two... ten. Yeah, ten? Hmm, Dawnstar was going with ten. It was another daughter. She was about as mean and competitive as the rest of her kits. Dawnstar had her work cut out with her, and most of her kittens. Rowankit was nothing like Dawnstar's grandson, and she couldn't tell you why she had settled on that name. Perhaps she merely liked it or something more, but since the name was out of her maw no point in changing it now.
"You're Snakekit." This was the youngest kit, the last of the thirteen. Eleven and Twelve? She was still thinking about their names. She liked Snakekit's name, simple yet strong. He was lazy or maybe uncaring was a better word. She was half certain that if she did not give him a turn to feed, like Weepingkit, they'd both sit in the back sleeping. The two must have gotten their father's more laid-back nature.
Thinking of their father, Slytiger better be home soon. She was growing tired of waiting for him. "So, my little monsters, what do you think of your names?" Dawnstar didn't expect them to know what their names meant or anything of the sort, she merely found that she liked talking to them here and there.
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Emberkit
ShadowClan Kit
she/they/he | Newborn
[Large dark brown tabby with golden eyes]
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Tucked under the giant chin of Her mother, She kept watch over Her twelve siblings, silent in Her vigil. His angular yellow eyes flit from one sibling to another, cataloguing their movements, their noises, their interactions. Some were more vicious than others, bullying the weaker of the siblings away from Mother during feeding time. Mother switched them out occasionally, but He was never in need of switching. He did not take more than She needed, preferring to leave some for the ones left behind in the rampage of their more competitive siblings.
She began to purr as They felt Mother stirring above Them, instinctively pushing Herself to Her tiny paws to rub against Mother's chin. Then Mother was speaking, and They listened intently. As each name was placed upon the heads of Her siblings like laurel wreaths--Weepingkit, Grottokit, Houndkit--She eagerly awaited her own.
Emberkit. Yes... she liked that. Emberkit blinked at Mother and tucked herself under Mother's chin again, letting the reverberations of her words settle over Emberkit's skin as Mother named the rest of the kits. Another sibling got close, and Emberkit stretched out to encompass her sibling, allowing them to share Mother's warmth.
[Open to anyone who wants to come snuggle with Ember :3]
Grotto....kit. Grottt-toeeeeee-kitttttt. Grottokit. The cinnamon tom really had no idea what the name meant, but as he blinked up at his mother, he decided he liked it anyway. It came from her. He liked her. She was big, commanded respect. He wanted to be that big some day.
He kind of zoned out when it came time for his siblings' names. He got them down, of course... they just didn't really feel that important. Maybe later.
Grottokit started to settle back down - and then someone TOUCHED HIM. Emberkit - that named cemented itself in his head almost immediately. He squirmed away from her hold and lifted a paw to whack at his sibling, hissing, for such a horrid slight against him.
It was warm here, mother's head rested on top of her and and some of her other littermates. She didn't care much for them though only that it was warm and comfortable here. Cozy. But then suddenly her Mother was moving, the weight that had been rested on her was suddenly gone. Blinking open her eyes slowly letting them adjust to the lighting of then den, she peered up at the towering figure of her Mother. Curiously she watched as Mother began to address them.
«"Parasites, listen up its time for you to get names,"»
Oh she knew that name! That was us, her and her littermates! Mother was gifting them names, does that mean she won't be parasite 8 anymore? She followed her mother's gaze to each of her littermates, storing their new names in her mind. Weepingkit, grottokit, houndkit, emberkit, foxkit, hemlockkit, scorpiankit- adderkit. Oh was that her? It must be Mother looked directly at her when saying the name
What was an adder? Tiny eyes stared up at Mother as she pondered her new name. It sounded nice, she liked it even though she didn't have the slightest clue what it meant. It was hers. That was her own name, a purr of satisfaction erupted within her. Pleased with this gift bestowed upon her, she attempted to show her gratitude by rubbing up against her mother pig paws that wrapped around her and her other siblings. Just as she was about rest once more movement stirred behind her. Glaring back she saw parasite 2- no uh, that was grottokit now. Grottokit was hitting one her sisters. Emberkit. These names would be hard to get used to but they were nice nonetheless.
Adderkit wobbled her way towards her two siblings, irritated that her peace was interrupted. Once close enough shoved grottokit attempting to remove him from the snuggle pile. He was the problem thus he must leave. Leave, leave, leave!
Re: Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]
