Kits!

[Blindsong]

Kits…

That single word pulsed merrily through Blindsong’s mind.

Kits! Kits kits kits! Her kits!

As soon as they clan had returned from the misfortunate Gathering, the calico she-cat had blindly made her way to the nursery. Chainless, the beautiful snowy medicine cat, had made an attempt to follow – but she had hissed the other cat off. This was something she felt obligated to do alone – for her dead mate.

For herself.

For them. The kits begging, demanding to be born. Her first litter.

…it was a little over an hour when the she-cat finally stepped from the nursery, looking exhausted and a bit thinner than before. She scented the air, where was their leader? Featherstar should know of the two new additions to her clan.

[Sorry I didn’t get into details, I’m a lazy, but very busy, bum. In any case, the little male is to be RP’ed by Amberstar. However, the person who was to RP the female apparently left the RP, so she’s up for grabs for anyone who wants to play her. ^^ Fwee! *runs off to reply to Piney with Loveless*]

[Featherstar]

//From: Escape

Featherstar padded over to the new mother with the small kit in her mouth. Congratulations Blindsong! You've had your kits I see. I'm glad. But I have a favor to ask of you. I found this kit's mother, she lowered Veil Sixclaw to the ground dead on the border of the territory. Could you possibly suckle him? His mother named him Veil, I believe, and I added Sixclaw for obvious reasons. She added when the kit raised his right paw as if on cue.

//Sorry for stinky post.

[Blindsong]

Blindsong stepped forward, her nose lightly touching the newborn, memorizing his scent. A warm, loving purr rippled from the kind she-cat.

“I’ll take him. He will be raised no differently from my own kits – they’ll grow up as siblings.”

Her voice was heavy with the love that overflowed her gentle heart; already her mind simply accepted the little tom as hers. She lightly picked him up, carrying him into the nursery so she could suckle him with the other two kits, tail flicking so Featherstar should follow and see the new little ones. Setting Veil beside the other newborns, she curled around them as they started to suckle.

Blind hues lifted to Featherstar, warmth emanating from the calico female.

“The little female…her name is Valorkit.”

Her head moved, lightly touching the small female. She had a midnight black coat, however, her left side was marred with a splattering of silver spots going up the side of her left leg, across her face and around her left eye.

“The tom is Honorkit.”

Her head moved to the little tom. He was calico, like herself, rare it was for a male to be born that coloration but it did happen every once in a blue moon.

Their eyes were tightly shut – no one would be able to tell their colors until they opened.

“And this little one…shall I call him Veilkit?”

Blindsong did not wish to change his name from what his mother chose him to be named, however, she did not wish for him to feel or be treated any different than either of her kits. It was for his sake, no other cats’.

[13xdays]

The small, bundle of brown and tipped with cream, lazily blinked open his eyes. This small, innocent ball of fur blinked his crystal blue eyes and gave a wave of his paw, accepting his new mother as he had accepted the death of his old one.

Veil struggled from his mother's paws to get a good view of the other two kits. His eyes had been born open for a rare reason; simply because his father Swartt's eyes had been. Veil's blue eyes already had a tinge of his adult green. His sixclawed paw flailing, he almost nicked Valorkit's nose.

The small ball of fluff wrinkled his pink nose as he observed his surroundings. His ears pinned to his head, the young kitten heard not a thing, but his eyes were ever inquisitive. His tiny, limp tail hung in an actionless little pile of brown. He swished a sixclawed paw around, and this time nicked some part of a cat, although he didn't know if it was of Blindsong, Featherstar, or one of his siblings.

The tip of blood on his claws made him interested; he gently sipped it from a pointed nail. Slurping the last of the red liquid, he glared around him, blue-green eyes sliding into slits.

A sweet, lulling odor pulled him closer to his mother's plush bellyfur, and he willingly nursed for the first time.

x Aw, Veil is so cute... until I make him evil. Bwahaha!

[Featherstar]

Let's just call him Ve..Ouch! Featherstar began to reply to Blindsong when Veil nicked her paw. Little demon, she thought jokingly, not knowing she'd one day be right. As I was saying, let's just call him Veil. The Clan leader finished quietly.

[Blindsong]

“So it shall be then.”

Blindsong purred softly, nose gently touching each kit so that they would know she was there, she would always be there for them. Through think and thin, no matter what happened or the situation…the she-cat would be there.

“Will you please announce their arrival to the rest of the clan? I wouldn’t mind if anyone visits to see them either.”

The kind cat laughed gently; unlike some queens who had newly given birth, she was more than happy to share to joy with her clan mates.

[Featherstar]

Of course, Blindsong, I'd be happy to announce them. They are, after all, the first kits to be born in this nursery since we were wiped out. Featherstar happily trotted out and over to Snowstripe, Dragonpelt, and all the others returning from the Gathering.

[13xdays]

Veil wrinkled his pink nose as Blindsong spoke gently to him. He enjoyed her comfort and warm words, though he didn't hear them, and he enjoyed Featherstar's powerful, regal presence. He sighed contentedly, a muffled mew escaping his soft, baby throat.

Brown fur that was considerably lighter than Swartt's, due to Bluefen's pale coat, and his eyes were a paler blue, green swelling in their innocent--for now--depths. Veil's throat was lined with soft white fur.

It was plain to see he was nothing like Blindsong nor her late tom, who must have been some sort of black or silver, from Valorkit's coloration. Veil had the legacy of an evil dynasty; of the Sixclaw clan.

Blindsong, Featherstar, Snowstripe, Chainless, Valorkit, Honorkit, Maplepaw, Giddykit; all of those good souls entwining around him could dim the darkness in his blood and the black hole in his thin soul. But forever, Veil would carry the scar of having a sixth claw, and that alone would corrupt his future and seize his chances at a pure heart and light soul.[

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[Valorkit]

Thump thump; thump thump

The sound her little heart made as it pulsed blood through her veins make Valorkit wiggle. Her tiny ears picked up many noises, one of which were her mother and leader talking. Appartently, her 'brother' by the name a Veil had pricked someone, but oh well, life was still moving fast.

Her little sea blue eyes were still sealed shut, soon to turn into a stunning shade of silver, and buttersoft claws flexed and theaded on the ground as she cuddled up next to her mothers furry body. Her tiny head asked questions, not knowing what they ment, nor how to answer them. What was a Veil? She had picked that up from the conversation. But soon, she became oblivious to everything, as she soon begain to feel her mind dipping into the relaxed nothingness of sleep.

Thump thump; thump thump

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[Blindsong]

Hoping that Featherstar would announce the birth to the rest of the clan here shortly, Blindsong licked each kit until their coats were dry and floofy, until they were warm. Her purr was never-ending, as was the gentle murmurs of love and adoration towards her little ones.

And oh, was the calico proud! She could not wait to show off her dear little ones!