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[Chainless]

What have I done?

Chainless couldn’t give birth to her kits in the safety of the den – then the entire camp would know of the sin she had committed. As time had gone on, she was seen around camp less and less….she couldn’t be seen. Her belly had grown immensely large, full of the lives of her unborn children.

She had chose to deliver them in a place even few Stoneclanners visit, the silent underground cavern. The most recent scent there was that of her brother and the she-cat he’d fallen for, what was her name—ah yes, Pinedark, but the scent itself was stale and old.

And it was in those depths when new life was born.

It was evening when Chainless found her labor had finally passed, meticulously cleaning the last of the birth fluids from the runt of the litter she’d had. All she-kits. Two-toned gaze lifted to look at the time squirming bodies suckling from her.

The first born was a pure white female like her mother. Although all the kits’ eyes were shut, Chainless believed that likely her eyes would match hers.

“Starkit…”

A soft whisper, a gently purr. Then her gaze moved to the middle-born she-kit.
And she felt a chill go down her spine.

This kit was dark, so dark. Black as night, offset by a white throat and chest. Like Loveless. Like her grandfather.

“Sinisterkit.”

Oh Starclan, please let this kit follow the right path. Please not let her become like Hannibal.

And the last, smallest little kit. The streak of brown tabby fur, black stripes rippling along her body, white chest and paws, and a particular streak of white on her nose. This little kit was the loudest, vocalizing her hunger as she nuzzled into Chainless’s side.

And the concern that deepened those twin pools calmed, almost seeming faintly amused.

“And you, my dear little one, are Songkit.”

But what was Chainless to do? Such offspring was forbidden by Starclan, which she followed so deeply.

She couldn’t keep them.

A pained sigh, and Chainless looked to entrance of the underground cavern. Would Silverwhisker come see his little ones? She hoped that he did before…before she took them away…

[sinister]

[ ooc - eh, should we post? or ish we waiting for Giddy? ^^; ]

[Chainless]

[We can post while we wait. ^^]

[sinister]

Sinisterkit's fur stuck up in strangely angled spikes as she suckled ravenously, the warm milk from her mother's belly filling her own quickly. As her hunger subsided, she backed away from Chainless's belly, almost having been covered by her mother's long, silky white fur. She snuggled between Chainless's hind leg and Songkit, a thin, raspy, kitten purr emerging from her chest and throat, both the silky white her mother's own fur was.

Sinisterkit did not even hear her own name; her tiny ears caught no sound, while her eyelids seemed to be plastered together. The kitten blue hues would soon turn to a pumpkin-like orange, a pumpkin-like orange which would soon strike fear into young kits' hearts - when she was older. She let out a tiny mew; she had absentmindedly shifted, and the soft, chilly breeze made Sinisterkit feel like she was frozen.

But what was this StarClan Chainless spoke about, though Sinisterkit didn't hear her? She would soon learn...but Chainless would not be her teacher. Some TreeClan queen would be, and after that, a TreeClan warrior.

Being a forbidden form of life was complicated.

[Starpaw]

Was yea ra chs hymnos yor…
En chsee fwal fwal yor…
You will become a song…
And will wear two wings…

A tiny helpless mew. A squirm and the sated pure white kitten moved, nuzzling against her unseen mother. A soft purr of happiness, purity at its finest, as she felt the fur of her sisters so so close to her.

Meaningless words rumbled softly, and Starkit squeaked a small cry again, as if in response to the words she didn’t understand. However, a shiver slipped down the spine of the newborn at the exact moment Chainless thought of Starclan, melodious words flickering and whispering through the tiny kit’s mind.

Arha ki ra tie yor ini en nha
Wee ki ra parge yor ar ciel
Was yea ra chs mea yor en fwal
Ma ki ga ks maya yor syec

[Bristleclaw]

[ ooc - eh, we waitin' for Giddy? ]

[Chainless]

[Naw, I’ll continue without Giddy.]

Silverwhisker did not come.

Chainless arose after a few hours, the only hours she would ever have with her little ones, gently picking up the pure white Starkit.

She would be first.

…and the white medicine cat padded from the hidden cavern, first kit dangling from her jaws, passing her brother as she picked her way away from the den, ignoring the startled look n his gaze then his quick run to the cavern to stay with the two remaining.

And, without so much a backwards glance, she padded away, heading towards Mistclan…

[Lucky]

OOc: I've just found this thread. I'm terribly sorry. I'll play Songkit. I forgot what Clan she's going to though.

Ic: Silverwhisker had no idea Chainless was giving birth, so he did not come. He had hardly realized they had mated! Songkit squealed for milk. She squirmed in the nest, waiting for her mother to come. Where was she? The blind Kit couldn't tell where she was, and where she was going. She just squirmed in open air. Where was her mother?