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Post by swanwing on Oct 16, 2007 7:28:56 GMT 8
Swanwing went out that night for a little fresh air. She walked along the camp, down toward the border, and over the moors. Suddenly she felt a great lurch in her stomach. She fell over. A great yelp came from her mouth. I am giving birth! Help me StarClan! Even though their was no other cat with her, she felt a presence of another cat surround her. A ghostly figure appeared next to her. The starry cat soothed her, and the pain died down. One kit had been born. Another yelp of pain. Two kits. The StarClan cat eased her pain and kept her from losing too much blood. Three kits. The skies above Swanwing seemed to get brighter. The fourth and fifth kit were born, and Swanwing licked them quickly, warming them up. The kits were born. "Thank you StarClan", she whispered.
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Post by {*Picabo*} on Oct 18, 2007 4:32:10 GMT 8
The little white kit started to cry. She scrambled on her belly to find her mother's warm, milk filled belly. She dragged herself over to the belly, and began to suckle, shushing her crying instantly. The moorland winds blew gently over the small kit's wet fur, drying it partially, but also chilling the kit. She let go of the stomache and started to cry loudly, as if to say, "Why is it so cold?". The small amount of snow crinkled under her every time she moved a muscel. ((Sp?)) But Lillykit was frozen, and the cold air was quickly freezing the mixture of blood and water on her body. This cold air wasn't good for her or her siblings. [/font][/size] |
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Post by Dragonstar on Oct 30, 2007 10:36:27 GMT 8
The brown kit started crying just her sister. She stumbled over to her mother's belly to find milk so that she could start to suckle. She managed to find a place next to one of her siblings and started to suckle. This leafbare sure is cold.At least I have my mother and my siblings to keep me company and warm.she thought. As the thought passed through her mind, a strong moorland wind started to blow and Rosekit shivered. Then, she huddled even closer to her mother's bellly to find warmth and comfort.
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Post by Thrushwing on Nov 5, 2007 23:08:35 GMT 8
The black kit shivered, his long fur rippling over his shoulders. It was cold, freezing cold, and a white, almost puffy substance covered the ground. What is this place? He asked himself. A voice in his head answered, Welcome to life, small one. Your future is scribed and ready for you to fufill. He felt his mother's tongue on his back, warming him, letting his blood flow to his tiny limbs. Sighing, the kit waddled over to his mother's belly.
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Post by Emberfur on Nov 11, 2007 4:33:20 GMT 8
Out of the darkness emerged Hawkfeather the WindClan Deputy to welcome the new kits. At the sight of the five kits is whiskers curled in excitement and he gently tilted his head to the side. By this time the sun had begun to drift over the horizon and the night breeze began to settle down. "Congratulations Swanwing!" The dark Tom purred gracefully." I think you and your new kits should go and get some sleep." After he spoke he slowly went back into the brush.
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Post by swanwing on Nov 13, 2007 7:43:33 GMT 8
"Come along now, my kits! Let's go to the camp, now." Swanwing meowed compassionatly toward Aurorakit, Volcanickit, Borealkit, Lilykit and Rosekit. "Oh, hello Hawkfeather!" Swanwing meowed as the WindClan deputy came out of the thicket. He was obviously in a rush, for he only stayed for a moment. As they entered the camp, they went straight for the nursery, and settled down.
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Post by Dragonstar on Nov 15, 2007 13:56:22 GMT 8
"Coming mother!" the brown she-cat mewed back. Staggering to stand up she finally managed to walk a few steps before collapsing again. Not giving up, she stood up once more and tottered over to her mother's side. She was really excited about going into the WindClan camp. "Mother, this camp, it's nice right?" she meowed.
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