RiverClan Nursery

[gravekeeper.]

Originally Posted by ~LeafRabbit~

( @|~Ju-Ju-Is-A-Maniac~| - @dragonwind Make sure to submit your kits!) @Octavia! - @Leafe

Blizzardnight lay sleeping in her nest, happily curled around her four, lovely kits, just like she had the previous day after kitting, unable to move them all away by herself. She had started to get a bit worried, slowly getting hungrier and losing her milk. She couldn't bare to leave any of them. At long last, she had heard the approach of a warrior, and called out for help. Together, she and Specklemist had carried the sweet scraps of fur home.
The black queen gave each of them a lick, checking up on them, making sure that they were all healthy and fed.

Autumnkit struggled to open her eyes. She let out a squeak and fell back. The black tortoiseshell blinked- wait- blinked. She had opened her eyes. Autumnkit carefully observed the world around her. Finally. After a dark and empty world, she could see.

[_Nacht_Mango-_-]

Originally Posted by ~LeafRabbit~

( @|~Ju-Ju-Is-A-Maniac~| - @dragonwind Make sure to submit your kits!) @Octavia! - @Leafe

Blizzardnight lay sleeping in her nest, happily curled around her four, lovely kits, just like she had the previous day after kitting, unable to move them all away by herself. She had started to get a bit worried, slowly getting hungrier and losing her milk. She couldn't bare to leave any of them. At long last, she had heard the approach of a warrior, and called out for help. Together, she and Specklemist had carried the sweet scraps of fur home.
The black queen gave each of them a lick, checking up on them, making sure that they were all healthy and fed.

Summerkit let out a squeak as there paw flew out towards there mother.

Brightnight, a fellow queen who was expecting there first litter had become fond of all kits. "Oh..." she whispered as she entered the den. "T-there so cute!" she whispered. The young and scared queen have a nervous laugh. "Here! Eat t-this." she mewed to Blizzardnight as she handed her a decently sized carp. "It's the best thing Foxmoon could find." she meowed, a bit of pride as she spoke about her brotherly like friend.

[`-hollow-`]

Ｇｈｏｓｔｋｉｔ
\ He/Him /

: a pure white tom with gray speckles on his face :

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Ghostkit lay quietly in his nest, curled up, he yawned and stretched out, reaching for the edges of the nest, he blinked and looked around the nursery before laying his head back down, purring quietly

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`FiNd My Oc'S oN mY pRoFiLe PaGe`

[sturgeonwind]

Originally Posted by ~LeafRabbit~

( @|~Ju-Ju-Is-A-Maniac~| - @dragonwind Make sure to submit your kits!) @Octavia! - @Leafe

Blizzardnight lay sleeping in her nest, happily curled around her four, lovely kits, just like she had the previous day after kitting, unable to move them all away by herself. She had started to get a bit worried, slowly getting hungrier and losing her milk. She couldn't bare to leave any of them. At long last, she had heard the approach of a warrior, and called out for help. Together, she and Specklemist had carried the sweet scraps of fur home.
The black queen gave each of them a lick, checking up on them, making sure that they were all healthy and fed.

(will do!)

WinterKit
Grey tabby with sharp teeth

The small kit mewed repetitively, rolling around and looking for milk, attaching themselves to BlizzardNight.

[Captain]

CLOUDJUMPER

“Partially, yes.” The large fluffy tomcat meowed, resting his chin on the edge of his nest, “There’s never been a time in my life where I’ve seen any of the clans get along. ShadowClan is especially ruthless towards cats that aren’t, well, ShadowClan.” He had seen some temporary allyships in his younger moons, but those kind of things never lasted and often ended in not a nice way. Cloudjumper could only hope that this kind of talk wouldn’t prompt young Springkit to try and go outside to see these kinds of things in person. Then again, if a whole clan couldn’t notice one kit slipping out of camp, then they were all surely doomed. “As long as we stay within our own borders, other clans don’t seem to give us any trouble.” The RiverClan warrior meowed with a quiet sigh leaving him, “Outsiders are… another matter completely, however.” Once again, Cloudjumper wondered if he should continue. Was this too much information to be telling a mere one-moon old kitten? Should he stop now before he made a mistake?

It was better to know these things right away though, instead of being left blind to the outside world though, so he defended his doubts with that logic. “Outsiders, meaning cats whom are not in any clans, are categorized as three types: loners, rogues and kittypets. Kittypets wear loud collars and usually stay away from clans in favor of their warm twoleg homes. Rogues and loners, however, are cats that roam from place-to-place, living with neither clan cats nor twolegs. Some respect our borders, but others do not and can be violent.” Cloudjumper thought back to moons ago when rogues killed RiverClan cats, especially kittens, and it was a problem for awhile. That seemed to happen less these days, but that didn’t mean any of them should let their guard down. “That is why kittens and apprentices aren’t allowed to leave camp without an adult. Promise me, young one, that you’ll never go out alone.” He said sternly, “You want to become a RiverClan warrior, don’t you?”

[ @Leafie ]

[wolfie]

Stormkit laid on her back, small paws up in the air as she kicked and clawed at nothingness. Boredom apparent. Bbrrrp.

[wren]

Goosecurl | She/Her & They/Them
Short smoked tabby with a cream underbelly and pale yellow eyes
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Goose was in the midst of a dream. A particularly lousy dream actually. No happy butterflies to chase or minnows to watch in shallow pools of water. No dreamy sunshine to bask under. In fact this dream was more on the horrifying side. Riverclan looked the same, but she was older. Grey muzzled and crotchety… and before her (what she could only guess) was her kits. The unborn ones. Except… they were old. They looked familiar in a mysterious kind of way. But there was something wrong… some seemed to be crumbling, the very appearance of them fading into dust. Violent coughs and tremors. Sick. Just as sick as she was.

How could she have done this to them? She was bringing small lives into the world and- she felt pathetic standing here before them. Looking them in the eyes and desperately wanting nothing more than to save this from this fate she’d placed on their shoulders. An invisible burden. ”I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” her gaze drifted to the ground where she saw her own paws, greyed and scarred by long life. ”I didn’t even think… I wasn’t thinking. It’s my fault you’ll be like this I- and I can’t do anything to save you from it” tears welled up in her eyes. The sense of hopelessness became a crushing weight and just then… all five… all five of her beautiful kids began to decay. Falling into piles of dust and dirt “no- no no no! No wait! No!” Goosecurl charged towards the pile dropping down and trying desperately to scoop the piles back into discernable figures.. ”COME BACK! COME BACK IM SORRY!”

And just like that Goosecurl shot awake, the air of the real world felt like a sting against her face and… a contraction. For a moment heavy heavy breathes wracked the queens chest… and then she collapsed back onto her side with sobs that shook her whole body. The pain within her belly compounding after the seconds. ”Lilycreek… Lilycreek they are coming… Lily…” her voice was desperate in calling for the forever Queen, her paws grasping to hold onto the edges of her nest. Sure she’d given birth before… but it had only been Berry at the time. A single kit. If her dream was close to true… she was pregnant with five.

And she was terrified.

 

And then kittens appeared magically!

Goosecurl lay on her side, the break of dawn had just pushed its way into the sky. Bathing the small crack of the nursery to be flooded with a deep mauve and purple glow. The morning. They’d made it. The smoked tabby curled over the small precious ones, and even through her exhaustion could feel a small glimmer of pride. ”Lily…” her voice was hoarse and she reached a paw out for the comfort from the other. ”Do they look ok?”

@Poprock - Cranekit
@ares - Cormorantkit
@puppeteer - Ducklingkit
@Flaming Ice - Swankit
@TawnyNeedsACoffee - Ospreykit
@sol. - Lilycreek

[gravekeeper.]

Autumnkit, Ravenkit and Ivykit are playing with each other

[iliri]

• Cormorantkit •
long-furred, smoky-black mackerel tabby with bits of white along front paws, muzzle, large white spot on chest; gleaming yellow eyes

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Nothing.

That was all that the young newborn could see, no noises filling her little ears. The little kit being only blind and deaf. Having just recently been born, the young molly had already began showing signs of life. Loud, pitiful mewls escaping the young, unnamed kit, her little body began dragging itself to its mother. Her little front paws showed tints of white, her almost pitch black mackerel-striped tail fully erected just to show a small, delicately white tip along the end. Barely visible dark stripes were drawn along her back, almost making her merely resemble Goosecurl.

She followed her sensitive nose towards the scent of milk. Slowly, yet gradually, dragging herself to her direct location. Milk and warmth guided her as she brought herself close enough to finally nurse and eat. The young kit kneaded into her mother’s cream fur as her small, folded ears twitched in rhythm. Safety. Warmth. Comfort. That was all the young kit needed. After she had her fill, the little kit snuggled herself into Goosecurl’s thick fur, giving off a yawn to show off her bright pink gums, before descending into a well-needed slumber.
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@wren. @Sol @Poprock @puppeteer @Flaming Ice @TawnyNeedsACoffee @sol. [THEY ARE HERE! FINALLY HERE! Also, sorry for the short post. Had no idea what to say!]

[sol.]

LILYCREEK

What was the proper reaction when your mate/life partner/kind of only friend called for you in the most painful, desperate voice they could muster during kitting? Lilycreek didn't know the answer to that. Spottedspirit had called for her after the kids were born, and Koipool and her never had kits together. This was a first, for both of them.

And hell, was she scared.

She slept lightly, since she knew Goose's due date was soon, and didn't want to risk betting on the kits waiting until morning to pop out. And she was glad, when she heard Goose call for her. Green eyes shot open, and she immediately rushed to the queen's side, gently nosing their flank. A definite contraction rippled through their side, and she nearly cursed.

"Breathe." She instructed, which sounded ridiculous, but she could see Goose panicking. "You're okay. Push and breathe, push and breathe."

Breathe.

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Five. There were five of them. Lilycreek fussed, gently nosing them, checking them. Nothing out of the ordinary, though whether or not they had Goose's sickness, she couldn't tell. She saw Goosecurl reach a paw out, calling for her, and Lilycreek grasped it gently, planting a lick on their head. "They're okay. No obvious deformities. All healthy." Whether or not they were sick, they'd know in due time. But she forced herself to remain calm, leaving Goose's side for a moment to get a ball of moss. She stalked outside in the early morning light to dunk the thing in water, submerging it and watching the bubbles stream out of it. On a second thought, and went to nab a fish from the prey pile..

She backed into the nursery quietly, mossball and fish oth awkwardly in her mouth. She pushed the two towards the queen, offering them to them. One of the kits had clearly woken up and nursed, but was now back silently asleep. She gave them a warm smile. "What'll you name them?"


[ @wren @ares @puppeteer @Poprock @Flaming Ice @TawnyNeedsACoffee ]