Time For Our Legacy

[Estelle]

Nightshiver
[ 59 moon | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen ]

The pain was familiar and unmistakable. Even having experienced this only once before, the forever queen could recognise it out of many. It became increasingly difficult to stand of four paws as she moved from the mouth of the nursery towards the back of the den where she had put her nest in preparation, paws trembling as she went along. A part of her wanted to call for Mossfreckle, a part of her knew she should. But the queen was worried; worried these kits would be still-born just as her first and only litter, worried she would break their father's heart by not carrying the little ones to term. They were early, even by just a little, and it frightened her to the bone.

Heavy breaths came and went, and the pain was insufferable. It hurt so, so much and even with her previous experience, even knowing what to do, she could not call this birth easy. It was taxing beyond comprehension, and the white molly couldn't help but wonder if it was her age or body that brought upon these difficulties, or her constant anxiety. But... When everything was said and done, they were alive. And Nightshiver couldn't imagine a better outcome. Fire writhing little bodies lay at her side, all healthy and breathing. She heaved some heavy breaths, exhausted from the strain of birth but all in all, she was okay. and they were okay. And that is what mattered.

Too weak in movement and unable to leave the newborns Nightshiver had called for Sleepysunrise who had been passing by. The queen felt for the youngest enforcer, but knew that right now she had to have some retrieve the new fathers - and dutiful as ever, Sleepysunrise went to seek out the only one of the two she could recognise, Tuftedtusk, and summed him and his mate to the nursery where the newborns lay.


[ @Aroogi @Daragca @/The kits ]

[Aroogi]

HE/HIM • ENFORCER • 32M • SHADOWCLAN
"A large marbled tabby tom with large, tusk-like teeth."
PURRKS: N/A
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The marbled tom followed Sleepysunrise quickly to the nursery, beckoning Owlthroat along. Entering the dimly lit and warm den, he would stop dead as his eyes lighted on the kittens at Nightshiver's belly. Five. They had five.

A loud purr burst from his chest as he laid down beside the queen, looking at each of his kits in turn. His and Owl's kits. Love warmed his fur and he gazed at Nightshiver with unimaginable gratefulness in his eyes.

"Thank you... so much.. Nightshiver. I.. don't know how we will ever repay you for this.."

[ @Daragca @Estelle ]

[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 41 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Something pricked at the big tom’s eyes as he stared at the bundles of fluff. Sweet little children, his and Tuftedtusk’s babies.

”T..Thank you.” Owlthroat was surprisingly breathless gazing upon the little ones. They wriggled powerfully over each other, all healthy and happy to simply be alive. They were a beautiful legacy that had come to life in front of his very eyes. He pressed his head into Tuftedtusk’s should beaming ear to ear. Sinking into the blissful idea of fatherhood.

[​​ @Aroogi @Estelle ]

[GreenTheGreat]

✦Talonkit✦
She/Her | Shadowclan Kit
A spotted, calico cat with a prominent Mohawk and small fangs.
[ @Estelle @Aroogi @Daragca ]
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The little kit, eyes and ears still shut, mewled out as the cats around began to stir. The little bundle of fur was surprisingly loud as she mewed a command for attention from her caretaker, she needed to be noticed!
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[Eidolon]

~Olivekit~
ShadowClan Kit - She/Her - 0 Moons
@Splitmoon

Another she-kit is roused by her sister’s loud mewling next to her. The kit wriggles, fur brushing against her siblings, the kits huddled into a mass of soft little pelts. This one is painted all kinds of colors, browns and blacks and oranges and whites all haphazardly crowding over each other for a place over her skin.

She mews as well, a quieter one, raspy from taking her first breaths. Her blinded head shifts and turns, searching, before finding it’s way to a different sibling next to her. The kit noses into them before finally, contentedly, placing her chin against her sibling’s back.

[Splitmoon]

Blackkit

a soft tiny she-kit was born, her fur was split down the middle one side white and the other black. As she was born, she let out a soft meow. She felt her two of her siblings beside her move, one of them resting their head on her back

@Estelle @Eidolon @GreenTheGreat @Daragca @Aroogi

[Luna16]

The world was dark and quiet. The tiny dilute calico she-kit could feel all these masses around her squirming and moving, but she was focused and intent on only one goal: milk. Thrashing her paws wildly to squirm forward - which looked more like flailing helplessly but she didn’t know that - she clambered towards a teet and placed her teeny paws on either side of it. The tiny dilute cali-kitty parted her jaws and released a triumphant roar - or rather a pitiful, tiny, shrill squeaking noise like claws being drawn slowly upon a rock - before she started to suckle.

[ @Estelle ]
[ @Eidolon ]
[ @GreenTheGreat ]
[ @Daragca ]
[ @Aroogi ]
[ @Splitmoon ]

[Star]

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Mimickit
─┉┈◈The Impersonator◈┈┉
Black and silver-brown tabby with white spots and bright amber eyes
He/They/It | 0 Moons | ??? | ShadowClan Kit
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If the kit knew the concept of hate (And hell) he would be repeating it over and over again. It was so cold. Too cold. And suddenly... Too warm. Why couldn't he just be satisfied? The tiny kit let out a irritated screech, flailing and hitting a slightly bigger, spotted calico form near him. But as if he cared! The world was hell and he was now in it. And he was not satisfied. And he wanted to make sure everyone knew.

The little tom let out loud wails, drowning out his littermates' soft and gentle mews. If he wasn't happy, neither should anyone else.

{ @Estelle - @Aroogi - @Daragca - @GreenTheGreat - @Eidolon - @Luna16 }
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[Aroogi]

HE/HIM • ENFORCER • 32M • SHADOWCLAN
"A large marbled tabby tom with large, tusk-like teeth."
PURRKS: N/A
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The large tom would nudge Owlthroat and point to the one screaming with - great starclan was that rage?? - and chuckle.

"He is going to be a handful." He murmured. Laying down next to his kittens so they could smell him or even come venture over and see him if so inclined, he would begin to rasp his tongue over each kitten in turn.

"Four daughters and a son, Owl. Our babies."

[ @Estelle @Daragca @Luna16 @Starphobia @Eidolon @GreenTheGreat @Splitmoon ]

[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 41 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Dear Starclan they were causing trouble already, Owlthroat seriously hoped that they wouldn’t cause Nightshiver too much grief. He followed Tuftedtusk’s lead and lowered himself down, laying next to the little ones.

Fatherhood seemed to come a lot more naturally to his mate than it did to him, but he was sure if he copied Owlthroat wouldn’t have much trouble. ”They need names”, he purred proudly. They’d given it a little bit of thought, their family needed strong names. To form them into the formidable warriors they would soon become, he wouldn’t accept anything less.

He looked carefully over all of their fur, they were beautiful. Varying in shade and colour. ”That calico, she looks just like how my sister did. Olivekit would be fitting.” He smiled at the youngster and rasped a tongue along her little head. ”Maybe Talonkit for that one over there, loud and strong.” He was grinning involuntarily.

”Nightshiver you’ve done us a great deed, it won’t be forgotten.” Owlthroat felt indebted to her, she was in a way part of their family now. Something that made her looked after.

[​ @Estelle @Eidolon @GreenTheGreat @Daragca @Aroogi @Splitmoon ]