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Post by Silverstorm on Apr 29, 2010 17:57:56 GMT -5
Honeywave was laying in a sunny patch near the middle of the camp. She was watching a few kits play while their mother talked to a warrior. Suddenly she felt a wave of pressure and she looked at her stomach. "They're coming! Someone get the medicine cat," she yowled.
Nightpaw ran into the medicine cats den and came back out with the medicine cat on his heels. He stayed out of the medicine cat's way as he looked at the young queen. He noticed every cat in the camp had stopped what they were doing and was watching in awe. Was the medicine cat going to deliver the kits in the middle of camp or were they going to move Honeywave? He was standing near, incase they needed his help.
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Post by Frosty on Apr 30, 2010 16:50:11 GMT -5
Featherstorm jerked his head to Honeywave's way, the queen was having kits! And in the middle of the clearing. Were they going to move her? He was standing at fresh-kill pile, about to eat a sparrow. The tom rushed over to Honeywave, and looked confused at whether to move her to whether to let her stay at the clearing, looking at Nightpaw, he asked, "What are we going to do?"
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Post by Silverstorm on Apr 30, 2010 17:00:23 GMT -5
"I don't think we can move her. We could hurt one of the kits," Nightpaw mewed, looking at Featherstorm. His blue eyes were wide in awe and nervousness. He looked back at Honeywave as she gave a yowl of pain. Any cat could tell she was in pain.
Honeywave's eyes were closed tightly and her muscles were tense. Her claws were digging into the ground as another wave of pain hit her. When the pain went away she relaxed a little. Her breathing was heavy.
"I think the only thing we can do is listen to the medicine cat and hope both Honeywave and the kits will be alright," Nightpaw mewed.
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Post by Frosty on Apr 30, 2010 17:05:26 GMT -5
Trying to look away, he saw a kit. A sigh come though his mouth, "One kit, more to go." Feeling a bit unsensitive, wondering if he'd be mentoring one, Featherstorm knew he wouldn't, after all, Foxpaw was his apprentice.
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Post by Silverstorm on Apr 30, 2010 17:26:34 GMT -5
Nightpaw heard the medicine cat tell him to pick up the kitten and start licking it to both clean it and warm it up. He lightly picked up the kitten and moved it out of the way. He nipped the sac open and began licking until the kit started breathing. It was a goldeen colored she-cat.
Honeywave felt another wave of pain and suddenly another kit could be seen. "How many more?" she asked, her voice cracking with pain. She heard the medicine cat say one or two.
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Post by Frosty on Apr 30, 2010 17:34:56 GMT -5
Staring, he wondered if he should do that same thing. Featherstorm gave a look to Honeywave, though their would be a chance that she wouldn't see. None the less, he stared at her, confused at if he would clean one of her kits.
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Post by Silverstorm on Apr 30, 2010 17:44:28 GMT -5
"Don't just stand there, do the same thing as Nightpaw," Honeywave begged, before another wave of pain hit her. She growled a bit, digging her claws further into the ground.
Nightpaw kept licking the kit until it was warm. He could hear many cats whispering about how amazing it was to watch this and others wanting to go up and get a closer look, yet holding themselves back.
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Post by Frosty on Apr 30, 2010 17:49:25 GMT -5
Blushing on the inside, Featherstorm picked up a kit and nipped on the sac. He licked it, unable to tell if the kit was male or female. Wondering what she would name these kits, he kept licking, licking, licking. Slightly embarrassed by the cats around.
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Post by Silverstorm on Apr 30, 2010 18:00:07 GMT -5
Nightpaw picked up the small kit and put it next to its mother stomach. He watched it as it started suckling. He gave a small smile, then grabbed the kit that had just came out. He moved it and nipped the sac again. He began licking, his tongue gettting tired. He didn't care about the other cats around him. He was just taking care of the newest members of the clan. He only wished their father was still around to take care of them. He wondered who would replace the father and help take care of them.
Honeywave yowled in pain again and the next kit was on its way out. It was backwards, which isn't good. The medicine cat began to tell Honeywave different things and just as soon as it started, it was all over. There were four tiny kits laying there, Featherstorm, Nightpaw, and Honeywave all licking one as the first one began suckling. Honeywave looked weak and didn't look like she could move that much at the moment.
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Post by Frosty on Apr 30, 2010 18:06:06 GMT -5
He licked and licked, until the kit became visible. He quickly put it by Honeywave's stomach, and smiled. These new kits were going to be warriors of the clan, but it would take time. During this time, more and more warriors are being killed between the tensions of MistClan and BoneClan. MoonClan was surely taking no part of it, and either one will soon perish or they'll make peace. Making peace would be the best thing that would happen now, but Featherstorm was sure that it wouldn't happen soon, since Lightstar and Silverstar were hating each other as much as he hated kittypets.
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Post by Silverstorm on Apr 30, 2010 18:26:48 GMT -5
Nightpaw finished the kit and moved it next to the others. He heard Honeywave make a soft mew, but couldn't understand her. He glanced to see her looking at him. He blinked and then saw her nudge the last kit towards him. He picked the kit up and moved it next to the other three. He took a step back and looked at all of them. Two of them looked alike. They were both a dark brown. One of them were Calico and the other looked like Honeywave. "What are their names?" he asked.
"Well three of them are toms and the one that looks like me is a she-cat," Honeywave began. She purred a bit as she stroked them with her tail. "The she-cat will be Leopardkit. The bigger brown one will be Mudkit and the smaller one will be Briarkit. The calico will be Spottedkit," she mewed.
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Post by Frosty on Apr 30, 2010 18:36:23 GMT -5
Featherstorm looked at all of the kits. He wondered who their father was, but wouldn't go into thinking of it much. The tom meowed, "Do you need any prey Honeywave? I can get some." Featherstorm could tell that Honeywave was weak, after all, she just had kits.
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Post by Silverstorm on Apr 30, 2010 18:41:36 GMT -5
"No thanks," Honeywave purred, her eyes never leaving the small kits' bodies. She heard the medicine cat tell a few apprentices to build a nest around her as she was too weak to move at the moment and they had to keep her and the kits warm. "I wish their father was here to see them," she mewed.
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Post by Frosty on Apr 30, 2010 19:20:58 GMT -5
Featherstorm nodded, only fllowed by a question that popped up in his head, "Who was the father?" Slapping himself mentally, the question had just been said aloud. He did this once, but wasn't ever going to do it again, until now. Featherstorm had gotten whacked in the face the last time.
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Post by Silverstorm on Apr 30, 2010 19:27:30 GMT -5
Honeywave's eyes went from showing happiness to sadness. She sighed, her ears drooping. "Brambleheart, but he died on a patrol against Mistclan. My sister, Silverstorm killed him. She tells me it was an accident," she mewed, looking up at Featherstorm. "Mudkit and Briarkit look like him," she added, stroking the two kits with her soft tail.
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