Greet the World with Open Arms [P]

[Bonsai]

[ Love a good epic reference!! ]

Driftingkit
~*~

Suddenly things changed. He wasn't comfortable anymore. There was stuff all around him. He was surrounded by squirming fluffy things. This was not how it had been before. For a moment he was still, as his sleepy mind worked through this new information. He didn't like it. With his head bobbing up and down as much as he could manage he let out a long squeaky call. Not that he could hear it but, his new faltering voice was letting any cat with ears know that he was here, and he was unhappy. Something inside him was letting him know that this situation was wrong. Later in life he would learn that this sensation was called hunger.

Soon he caught hold of a scent that was alluring. He wanted it! It would make him feel better! Stubby legs squirmed, driving the kit towards where he could smell his first meal. As he was slowly making his was he was forced to a stop by a fluffy wall. He shrieked at it, and then his nose started twitching. The moving wall smelled familiar. Almost comforting. He was moving towards it now. It was warm and pleasant. He buried his nose in it, what would later be known to him as a purr started up in his chest. This was a good thing, he decided.

[ @sleepyyjax - this was too cute to pass up! ]

[Aolani]

[raccoonkit]
the menace to society who would later cause confusion with thievery was too cold. Where was she even? Ohhh, she must be grown up now! wow she was very small. Well, no, everything else was big. Well its time to move out and- wait a minute, how is she move? The tiny kitten flailed around. How did other cats learn so fast? how did they get so big?

she was tired now.., maybe wiggling your arms wasn't how you move. Maybe you just dont walk. but then would they just sit there? boring. Oh yeah she could just ask! the unnamed kitten faced in a random direction because she nad no idea where the smartest cat here was yet and asked them, "meew." okay now she waits. and waits. dammit why wont they tell her. Well, she'd just sit still until they told her, then.

[Undertaker]

@Moonraven - Twilightstar/Leopardsong

OW! Leechscar woke up after the second hit and hissed outraged at the forever queen. Why did she always smack him awake? The large warrior stretched out his hindlegs and shot Leopardsong a nasty look as he got his paws. A metallic scent wafted through the air mixed disgustingly with the usually sweet milky scent in the nursery.

He was wide awake once the scent registered within his brain along with Leopardsong's words. He took a moment to look around the nursery, noticing that the WindClan leader was indeed here. She didn't look good. He padded past Leopardsong to check on the older molly and was greeted by a disturbing number of little kits at the she-cat's belly. The sight had a whole yarnball of conflicted feelings arise with him, that he'd sort out later.

Though agitated, Leechscar took a deep breath and forced his temper to cool. Twilightstar didn't look great and he's learned quickly that Leopardsong wasn't big on repeating herself when she asked for something. With a lashing tail, the tom moved back towards Leopardsong's nest and carefully dragged it over so it overlayed with Twilightstar's, he was mindful of everyone's kittens.

Once he was done he sat back on his haunches and glanced back at Leopardsong, waiting to see if she had anything else she wanted him to do. His green eyes roamed over the bodies of the kits, he counted thirteen in total. He was impressed, irritated, but impressed. Leopardsong had five and it took a toll on her, he couldn't imagine how difficult it was to have thirteen.

No matter how he looked at the kittens, he couldn't figure out who the heck helped sire them. He doubted it was another cat in WindClan or they'd be here at least helping tend to the leader unless they were a deadbeat dad. Leechscar had no clue who his father was and hadn't cared enough to pester Twilightstar. She flinched enough when Rushingkit was mentioned or if he tried to bring up Beastpaw and Midnightpaw. These guys, though, Leechscar wanted to know who the other parent was. This question was going to eat at him until he found the answer.

Leechscar bent down, dragging his tongue over the kittens that were too still and quiet for his liking or didn't try suckling immediately. (Rainkit, Racconkit, Cinderkit, Coyotekit, Driftingkit, Shrikekit). Leopardsong literally beat into his head how to lick and pick the small cats up to move them. He had new scars on his face to prove it. The warrior lashed when he found that none of them seemed anything like Magnoliakit, which was great he supposed.

He didn't like any of them currently and might have drowned a few of them if they weren't now his family and thus responsibility. The grouch had nothing against the kits personally, he was betting they'd add more stress and heartbreak to the already drained leader and so already consider all of them as nuisances. When she wasn't so tired he'd have to figure out why in the world she had wanted more kits. She had the clan, it wasn't adding up to him. Regardless, he'd have to take extra good care of the tykes.

"Should I move some of them into your nest?" He asked Leopardsong once he finished inspecting his siblings. While waiting for a reply he leaned over to press his nose to Twilightstar's cheek.

"Sorry," He grumbled for disturbing her. "What are you naming them?" If she was naming them right now. He might as well start memorizing them now. He'd have to fetch Dreamlight too. She could help him watch them. He assumed the leader would be doing the same as she had with him and Dreamlight, which meant leaving most of the caring to Leopardsong or one of the other queens, as she would be busy running the clan.

[lark.]

[ ??? ]

He came into the world with an indignant wail, not quite last but quite possibly the smallest. Already impatient, he flailed aimlessly, pushing against soft, warm shapes he couldn't see. A burst of cold hit him, and he squirmed toward the warmth, squeaking again at the shock of it.

A sweet, comforting smell met him, his first "scent" in this weird, cold world, not that he knew it yet. Instinct drove him toward it. He struggled, tiny limbs flailing, and gave an affronted cry here and there as others kicked him in their blindness or he ran into a warm, squishy block in his path.

After practically fighting his way through the mess of weird yet familiar shapes, he met his goal. He finally fell quiet and relatively still, feeling the beginnings of "satisfaction", another word he didn't know yet.

[Estelle]

A start to life was hardly ever easy; the last of thirteen, small and strangely fluffy-to-be as the other bundles surrounding her, kicking her in the face a squirming about - much like she should be doing, but evidently, it was not the case. Light shudders came from the pale little kitten, supposed signs of life, much unlucky how her sides failed to rise and fall with breath. She lay mostly still to where she had landed, silently struggling as the instinct to breathe hadn't yet kicked in, one of the two calamities surrounding her entrance into life, reasons beyond anyone's understanding. Perhaps it merely was the number of kits being born, the age at which their mother had them - the figurative number she held over her head. Who knew, but the little one was struggling, and in need of some assistance into encouraging that very first necesity to life, should she be destined to walk a lengthy path, this time around.


[ @Moonraven @/Undertaker - Since everyone has posted now I think :0 she'll take a proper first breath in my next post / you're free to PP her breathing normally for whoever ends up helping her ˆˆ just needs a little encouragement ]

[goodacacia]

Unnamed (Rookkit)
♜ WindClan | 0 moons

Perhaps it was just the lack of space or just a race to her mother's belly, but something just irritated the little furball. Something clearly didn't feel right. She felt stuck, unable to move her... What was it? Her...legs? Yes. Her legs didn't have any room to stretch. Some peasant was clearly blocking her leg and hogging her space. Emphasis on "hers". It was clearly hers, she was there first. But no, some newcomer just had the audacity to butt in and take up her precious leg room.

With a shove of irritation, she kicked the kit beside her, doing absolute zero damage. But the message was sent. Her space.

[ @Starfall ]

[BEAR.]

Bravekit was having a great time gorging herself on milk when she was DISTURBED! By an unseen force nudging into her! How dare they, didn't they know this was her FOOD TIME? She let out an angry protest and wiggled aggressively against Rookkit, as if to tell her to KNOCK IT OFF. Or... or... she'd wiggle some more! WEH!

[ @goodacacia @Starfall ]

[Aolani]

[ @Undertaker @Estelle ]

Huh?! That was there language? licking?? then what was all that meowing for? Whatever, She'd ask again. Maybe they didn't hear her the first time. "MYEWW!!" she flailed a little, flipping over. She has found food! but uhh no she found something else. A fuzzy rock!! that was certainly not a cat. Instead of eating, she immediately tried to pick it up and run away but: 1. she still cant walk 2. it was about her size. She continued to try to collect it.
[i can change this if u want ]

[Moonraven]

Twilightstar was utterly drained. Perhaps it was due to being on her last life, or it had to do with the fact that every time she had lost a life before, she always had something to get up and fight for immediately after, leading and guiding the clan couldn't be done lying down. But she didn't have much to do with her kittens, she heard Leopardsong moving around and picked up Leechscar's large paw steps. She could get away with closing her eyes for a bit.

"You can leave them there for now, or you can bring me the extra if they're not eating or sleeping. Mine are asleep now, so I can nurse whoever needs to eat." Leopardsong's voice drifted into one ear and out the other.

She shuddered as a cold nose poked her face and opened her single eye to look at Leechscar. It took a few seconds for her to register the question. Oh, yeah names. They could probably go a bit without names it wouldn't be the end of the word. However, naming them would give her something to do to stay awake. Twilightstar sat up with a mighty yawn and looked down at her children. She felt affection warm her heart while watching the newest additions to the clan.

"Coyotekit." She poked her nose at the eldest kit's flank. He was big like his father, something Twilightstar knew would be a common theme with these kits, and Twilightstar felt that naming him after Coyotesnarl was perfect.

"Bravekit." It seemed most of her kits had Beastspark's coloring too, although this one had his ears. She didn't look anything like Bravebird, but Twilightstar's always had a thing of naming in honor of the great cats that had been a part of her life.

"Rookkit." She nudged the third kit that was suckling. The white freckles were interesting, and it seemed that she had more of WindClan's slender build. Twilightstar couldn't say why Rook was the name they'd be going with, maybe Rookscreech was dancing around in the back of her mind.

"Cinderkit." She gave the young tom a few licks along his back noticing he was cold and curled her tail around the kits. She yawns again while she moves to the next kit.

"Moorkit," Twilightstar announced after a long moment of just staring at the she-kit. It was almost sad that she still thought of him even after all these seasons, Rushingmoor. A love that would never be. She wondered... and then quickly shook the thought off.

"Orchidkit." That name was decided quicker than the last one. He was quite pretty with cream and lilac-gray coloring as pretty as a flower. Twilightstar had just solid pelt colors for her first litter so seeing duel coloring in some of the kits was interesting.

"Rainkit." After Leechscar finished licking her and she nuzzled into the leader's belly alongside her siblings, Rainkit was the name that jumped into Twilightstar's head. Twilightstar hated getting wet, but she did love the smell of rain after it had fallen. She had silver spots too, Twilightstar likened them to drops of rain.

"Peachkit." The next one she almost called the name of her former deputy. The little one looked nearly identical to her old friend. It brought a smile to her face as she recalled a dream she had. Was this what he meant? If so she'd like him to walk a new path, so she named him after yet another she held dear to in her heart, Peachfrost. She wished things had been different for them.

"Shrikekit." He was small, white and gray, and cuddled with another kit. She was a little concerned that they weren't eating right away. Yet it probably had something to do with there being little to no room. Twilightstar could only feed so many mouths at once. Shrikekit was fitting for his small size, a little bird. Here she thought they'd all have Beastspark's mass.

"Driftingkit." That was the name she gave the one next to Shrikekit. He had been rather loud when first born, although drifted off his path to cuddle with Shrikekit. She wondered if this meant that he'd have a short attention span, as they were only born moments ago Twilightstar doubted she was correct.

"Raccoonkit." This she-cat had the leader's pelt and no interest in eating it seemed. She flipped and flopped all over and was loud. She seemed very active and was already crawling on another kit. Twilightstar would have to have the four not eating taken to Leopardsong once she was done.

"Mosskit." She named the youngest tom. Sadly, his name was the least thought out of all of them. Twilightstar could blame it on her brain checkout as she got near the naming them.

The last kitten was still far too still for Twilightstar's liking. Concerned, she leaned in to grab Raccoonkit and set her down near Leechscar. "Take her, Driftingkit, and Shrikekit and put them with Leopardsong, please. Make sure they eat."

She didn't take her attention off the last kitten while licking, trying to ensure she was breathing. Rushingkit's still mutilated form flashed within her mind as she lapped at the kitten. She relaxed once she knew the kitten wasn't a stillborn. "Coldkit," she meowed the little one's name while pinning her ears back briefly. Coldamber had come into Twilightstar's life missing a limb, and Coldkit came into it with missing eyes.

"Help me check them over please."She urged Leechscar with a hint of distress in her tone. Blind cats weren't a big deal, they could live warrior life with the right training, Dreamlight among other blind warriors was proof of that. It wasn't the kitten being blind that alarmed, it was the fact that it had somehow been Twilightstar's fault. She shouldn't have been born sightless. Whether it was her age, the stress, or the lack of resting, whatever the reason her kit was paying for it. She didn't know what she had done wrong but she didn't want her kits to suffer for it. Twilightstar muttered a soft, miserable, apology to Coldkit that she knew the kit wouldn't hear let alone understand. She had given her life for these kits and just wanted them healthy and happy.

[If you guys want to age your kits up a moon, feel free to we can time skip. I figured it'd get boring staying as newborns for the duration of this thread. That way you can start roleplaying them in WindClan.]
@Aolani @BEAR. @Bonsai @ChaosBringer. @Estelle @forest @goodacacia @Ian, @lark. @ollie @Rani @sleepyyjax @Starfall @Undertaker

[otter]

Coyotekit
The Prince Of WindClan
He/Him | WC Kit | Oldest Son of Twilightstar | 1 moon old

Coyotekit blinked open his eyes. Looking to his side, he saw a cream kit. He didn't like this one already. Using his small paws and claws, the Prince angrily pummeled his littermate's flank. He managed to make a few words. "Momma. Me no like this one." he complained.

[ @Moonraven | @ollie ]