New Life [p]

[Moonraven]

Leopardsong found herself pacing a lot and circling as contraction after contraction hit her. Some of them were mild and others not so much. She couldn't recall when they started, but it felt like she's been doing the pacing thing for a bit now. The queen called Leechscar into the nursery a bit ago, cause support was nice, and she was pleasantly surprised when Whisperinghive tagged along.

That distracted for her a total of five seconds before she went back to shredding her nest and trying to get comfortable. Queens made it seem like having kits was a quick ordeal, the contractions start and the kits start popping out a few moments later. Lies!!! Granted, she wasn't tracking time but she's been in labor for longer than a few moments.

When she felt this uncontrollable need to push she plopped down on her side in her nest and focused solely on that. Breathing and pushing, until she heard the mewling coming from behind her. She nearly folded in on herself to grab the kitten at her tail and cleaned it up, before setting it near her belly. After it went rather smoothly.

Once she had her second kit, she started directing Whisperinghive and Leechscar to help clean up and place the last three kittens near their siblings at her belly. She was exhausted when she finished and had five healthy kits to show for it. Aside from feeling tired and sore, nothing felt off, so she didn't think a visit from the medicine cat was needed.

"Can one of you fetch me new bedding and one of you watch the kits?" She asked the two toms. Leopardsong didn't want to get up but felt gross and wanted to get the kittens a fresh nest to rest in. She'd figure out what to call the bunch after she felt less like a dead fish.

[I'll have these guys all born in one post so the kits can post in whatever order. Eldest to youngest will be determined in whatever order they're posted.]
@Blossom Cry [Skykit] @iliri [Magnoliakit] @Luna16 [Jasminekit] @Splint [Lilykit] @twizzypaw [Falconkit] @ChaosBringer. [Whisperinghive] @Undertaker [Leechscar] @TheNyanCatMinecart [so you're aware]

[Blossom Cry]

Skykit struggled. Her little body wriggling. She gasped for air. The newborn kit felt something push her. She was hungry. About time! She finally got milk.
@Moonraven @ChaosBringer. @Undertaker @/everyone else

[twizzypaw]

Originally Posted by Moonraven

Leopardsong found herself pacing a lot and circling as contraction after contraction hit her. Some of them were mild and others not so much. She couldn't recall when they started, but it felt like she's been doing the pacing thing for a bit now. The queen called Leechscar into the nursery a bit ago, cause support was nice, and she was pleasantly surprised when Whisperinghive tagged along.

That distracted for her a total of five seconds before she went back to shredding her nest and trying to get comfortable. Queens made it seem like having kits was a quick ordeal, the contractions start and the kits start popping out a few moments later. Lies!!! Granted, she wasn't tracking time but she's been in labor for longer than a few moments.

When she felt this uncontrollable need to push she plopped down on her side in her nest and focused solely on that. Breathing and pushing, until she heard the mewling coming from behind her. She nearly folded in on herself to grab the kitten at her tail and cleaned it up, before setting it near her belly. After it went rather smoothly.

Once she had her second kit, she started directing Whisperinghive and Leechscar to help clean up and place the last three kittens near their siblings at her belly. She was exhausted when she finished and had five healthy kits to show for it. Aside from feeling tired and sore, nothing felt off, so she didn't think a visit from the medicine cat was needed.

"Can one of you fetch me new bedding and one of you watch the kits?" She asked the two toms. Leopardsong didn't want to get up but felt gross and wanted to get the kittens a fresh nest to rest in. She'd figure out what to call the bunch after she felt less like a dead fish.

[I'll have these guys all born in one post so the kits can post in whatever order. Eldest to youngest will be determined in whatever order they're posted.]
@Blossom Cry [Skykit] @iliri [Magnoliakit] @Luna16 [Jasminekit] @Splint [Lilykit] @twizzypaw [Falconkit] @ChaosBringer. [Whisperinghive] @Undertaker [Leechscar] @TheNyanCatMinecart [so you're aware]

A burst of light and pressure, a force unlike anything else on earth that beckoned those who were made experience it. In almost an instant, darkness was enveloped into light and the warmth dissipated as the surrounding . pressure began to subside. Unfamiliar, cold and afraid. Feeling the fluid rush out of his lungs as he began taking his first breaths and mewls, Falconkit squirmed aggressively from the sheer shock of the discomfort. Birth was traumatic to say the least. The damp, short haired, grey and cream colored tom kitten was healthy to say the least. Plump, energetic and loud, as a healthy kit should be. He thrashed his small limbs, searching for the familiar warmth and scent of his mother.

[Splint]

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A small gray and white Tom with a bushy tail and actually not yet open amber eyes


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Lilykit wriggled and mewled pitifully.
Why was it so cold??
This isn’t what he’s used to,
He feels so.. damp, and wet and-
And he feels so so hungry, and scared, and..
and…. What’s that?
He instinctively wriggles toward the warm,
soft, squishy yet.. familiar and comforting thing in front of him,
and started eating because kits are born with a weird but kinda cool instinct, like how do they know how to eat??
The gray and white kit looked like a scrap of fur rather than a kit,
But he would be fine later.

[ChaosBringer.]

Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose.
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]



Aaaannddd he was in the nursery once more. Was it bad that he was always in here, visiting Strawberrykit and Leopardsong? But right now was definitely an excuse to be in here! Leopardsong was having kits, actual kits! Would they be like...little siblings? Leopardsong was the mother he never had(Stars damn his actual one), and he never had siblings, so... Would this be like.. a family? The concept of an actual family didn't confuse and infuriate the ginger tom as much anymore, but Whisperinghive didn't know how a big brother acted! Were they mean but protective? Loving but useless? AHHHHHHHHHHH!! Why did he always have to overthink about everything?! Why could he just feel that everything would be ok and be happy with the fact he got siblings? Why couldn't he ever be content and happy with anything?


Whisperinghive snapped out of his racing thoughts when the first kit popped out. The little bundle of wet fur looked almost just like their mother. Then the second came. They were a big bigger than the first and gray-ish. The lanky orange tom stared at the kits before digging a small hole and brushing the blood and gore into it and quickly burying it. Windclan did not need any predators getting in here. "I'll get some!" He volunteered quickly, not wanting to be a lazy lump of fur in the middle of all this. The tom dashed out, careful not to bump into anyone. Whisperinghive came back a few minutes later with a maw absolutely full of moss. "Hhhh...rrrr!!" He tried with a muffled voice, setting it down and getting ready to start helping with the nest.


Siblings, actual siblings. Whisperinghive had siblings!! That cold feeling, along with that sharp feeling, must have felt pity on Whisperinghive and took a break because it wasn't here, and it hadn't been since the start! 'Oh Starclan, I'll love them and protect them forever.' He vowed to the stars. If only Berryfrost could see him now.


@Moonraven @/everyone else

[Luna16]

Cold, then...warmth. A scent that showed her the way. Squirming, she felt herself being guided towards the scent. Feeling something...soft. It smelled nice. Then something else... Milk? Instinctively, she knew what that scent was. Squirming and flailing, eventually her little paws found what she was seeking. She suckled from the source of the milk, her little paws kneading against the warm and soft thing.

[ @Moonraven - Leopardsong], et al

[iliri]

magnoliakit
medium-furred, small, snow-white albino with very pale, blind blue eyes
active purrks: n/a
she/her | windclan kit | 0 moons

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At first, there was nothing. Of course there was nothing; that was how the lives of every kit began. For her entire existence thus far, she operated within a kind of stasis, only moving when prompted by the movements of her siblings or mother. In this form, she would be insignificant in that regard. And every regard of that matter. Until, there was a push. Some unseen force pushed her forward, into the outside world beyond the endless void of nothing she’s always known. Something new, something interesting. A chance at life. A portal to a world completely unknown to her. Who wouldn't want to take it? The soon-to-be-born kit might not realize it yet, but it was a chance she would dare squander in life—or, even succeed to the greater odds than her siblings. So, with little movement, she allowed herself to be pushed into that new world. Just as suddenly as the changes had begun, they came to a stop. She had been born, launched into her life with little warning. So, how did she feel about it all? Well, she felt the ground beneath her tiny paws. She felt the strange, sticky substance that surrounded her on absolutely all sides. And she felt a familiar movement all around her. Her mother. Her siblings. Of course she'd recognize her siblings; for the first few moons of his existence, she 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 change in the atmosphere was also odd—almost colder, in a way. The young kit gifted the different quantities of life in ways that she didn't expect. The moment she was first born, she looked different. Unlike her brothers and sisters—whose coats were masked with different quantities of colors, she was masked with only one. Smaller, weaker, and different. Those were the three words that described the tiny kit. The snow-white kit breathed for the first time, and a pathetic, gurgling sound emerged from her throat. It was a refreshing, yet labored sensation. Everything was just so much more difficult as a kit. Taking in another breath, she took in the milky scent of her mother, as well as the moor-like scent of WindClan. It was almost interesting. They contrasted so strongly, yet were so similar in a way she couldn't quite understand yet. Her tiny jaws expanded, exposing her tiny, bubblegum-pink gums, perfectly healthy as they can be. Or, as though they could be. And then, something even more interesting happened. She could feel those other cats she'd been born with begin to move forward. Why? It was as though they were all drawn to something; hypnotized. She wasn't sure why her siblings were suddenly and collectively summoned forward, but she knew she needed to be like them, just like she was before. So she joined them in taking her first pawsteps—which was really more like a crawl, honestly—towards the source of the spell her littermates were all under. Toward her mother, where she would begin to mindlessly feed and knead her pink-tinged snow-white paws. Just like everybody else.

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@Moonraven @ChaosBringer. @/everyone else

[Undertaker]

@Moonraven - Leopardsong @/everyone else
This was the first time he'd seen kits born. Leechscar was genuinely surprised by all the work that went into having kits. Don't ask him why he thought it was just as simple as pushing kits out and that was it. The large tom sat at Leopardsong's back as intrigued as the first one was born. A she-cat that looked kind of like Leopardsong, and the next one was a tom, bigger and looked more like Wolffang with cream coloring. After the tom, Leopardsong seemed to tire or grow wary of squishing her kits.

So Leechscar helped clean up the last three kittens while Whisperinghive worked on cleaning up the yuck. There was another tom with Wolffang's coloring, he looked more like Wolffang than his older brother. The last two were she-cats, and both shocking shades of white, their markings were pale. The one kit seemed to have more splashes of colors, like brown and cream in her pelt. The last one had none at all, she looked like fresh snow.

The Fury was fascinated with the newest additions to WindClan. He wouldn't say he adored them yet considering he just met them. But he did feel this weighted sense of responsibility towards them, not just because their father requested he help look after them. He was snapped out of his head at Leopardsong's request. Whisperinghive was already darting out to fetch the moss so that left the kitten to him.

"Sorry, Runts, I've just gotta move you for a second." Leechscar carefully plucked each baby from their mother's belly and set them down in between his huge paws, coiling his tail around them to keep them warm while Leopardsong groomed herself and a fresh nest set up. He looked over at Whisperinghive as he returned with fresh moss. He looked overjoyed to be an older sibling.

Dreamlight spoke a little about him, and Batglare helped train him, Leopardsong seemed to adore him as a son, but Leechscar hadn't spent much if any time with the tom so hadn't formed an opinion about him. If Whisperinghive had plans to stick around, Leechscar would have to keep an eye on him.

Once the nest was set up and Leopardsong cleaner, handed her back her kits once she was settled in and asked, "So what are you naming them?" Leechscar's attention returned to the super white kitten with curiosity. He was confused about her coloring as both her parents and all her siblings had some colors in their pelt, why was she solid white?

[Splint]

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A small gray and white Tom with a bushy tail and amber eyes


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When picked up,
The soon to be Lilykit just kind of screamed.
He didn’t move, wriggle,
or even paw at where his mother is,
he just let out a loud wail.
The tiny scrap of a kit was definitely healthy, all right.
He stopped screaming as soon as he touched the ground though.

He was as intimidating as a bumblebee.
The little gray and white kit wrapped his darker tail around his side.
He was mostly wondering what just happened.
At least a couple things stayed familiar to him,
The little white kit thought,
bringing his paws closer to himself.
He looked like a little furry ball.
The tomkit then shuffled closer to his mother and siblings.

[Moonraven]

After Leechscar took the kits, Leopardsong rose and gave a long stretch. She heard a few of her bones popping before she shook out her pelt. As Whisperinghive bounced off to get new moss, Leopardsong quickly rolled up her old nest and took a few minutes to clean up all the grossness that clung to her pelt. It'd be a few days before the white in her pelt looked white, but she didn't mind.

Once Whisperinghive returned, Leopardsong took the moss and began setting up a new nest with Whisperinghive's help. She used almost all the moss her son brought, making her nest larger than it was originally to encompass the new rascals.

The queen laid down and happily accepted her kits back once Leechscar returned them. She hadn't gotten a good chance to look at them. The toms looked a lot like Wolffang which had purring delightfully. The she-cats had more of her coloring and markings, besides the plain white one. Leechscar seemed equally as interested in her as Leopardsong was. Whisperinghive just looked overjoyed to have more family.

"Names? Let's see here. I was going to name them all flowers, but Wolffang liked the sky, so..." She trailed off thoughtfully. She eyed the eldest and smiled.

"She'll be Skykit." Leopardsong meowed gently licking the squirming kit.

"He's Falconkit." She pointed to the gray and cream kit with the black tail. She thought Wolffang would like those names, the sky, and a bird to fly in it.

"He's Lilykit." She nosed the gray and white tom with the fluffy tail. He was rather loud.

"She'll be Jasminekit." Leopardsong purred to the second youngest. Jasminekit and Skykit had rosette markings like Leopardsong, though not as dark as hers.

"The youngest is Magnoliakit." The queen eyed the snow-white kitten. Leopardsong would have to keep a very close eye on that one. She sounded like she still had some fluids in her. Leopardsong would have to call Lightningstorm in to check on her if her breathing remained labored or if she started coughing a lot.

Leopardsong lapped at her kits lovingly and purred loudly so in love with the newborns. "Thanks for the help." She meowed to her son and her friend, this would have been more frightening without them both.

"So what do you think of my kits, aren't they perfect?" The Queen was sore in places she didn't know she could be sore in. Even though she was rather exhausted, her excitement kept her awake and talking.

@Blossom Cry [Skykit] @iliri [Magnoliakit] @Luna16 [Jasminekit] @Splint [Lilykit] @twizzypaw [Falconkit] @ChaosBringer. [Whisperinghive] @Undertaker [Leechscar]