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Originally Posted by Wings
[ @ Arie @ Mumble @ Mentallyunstable ]
-Bristlekit-
The little but, large in perspective newborn tom laid there helplessly. Gasping for little breaths as cold air swarmed around him. Though, there was comfort in it when he felt the rough tongue of his mother. He didn't squirm as he was picked up and placed near warm short fur. His beautiful long fur was oddly spiky at the moment, bristly to the touch once he would dry. |
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Originally Posted by Arie
-- @ Mumble --
Okay... he was born. Eyes closed the tom struggled to move anywhere, struggles with everything. And it was okay. Everything was okay for Eelkit. The tom appeared almost black but when he dried there would be dark grey stripes covering his entire body. Slowly he snuggled up and then attached himself to a teat and begun suckling, feeling movement next to him but not bothering with it. |
Antfrost smiled down at the two toms, thinking that she was done. Oh, how wrong she was. She gritted her teeth as she felt another...fur creature land softly on the moss nest. She let out a sharp gasp of pain, her tail lashing. When she got over the brief pain, she nipped open the air sack yet again and began to softly clean and warm up the first she-kit of the litter before placing her next to her siblings. By now, she knew that there was still one more kit coming. She braced herself for the pain, but it did little to no good. When the pain came, she was still ill prepared for it, and this time the already damaged stick snapped completely in half. She heard a soft thump, and turned her head to see possibly one of the smallest newborns she had laid her eyes upon. All that pain had come from such a little kit? Her heart ached as she noticed the markings of the little she-kit. She looked just like her father. She shook her head to snap herself out of her thoughts and repeated the same routine, making sure that all four kits were comfortable. Finally, the pain slowly ebbed away, leaving her numb and exhausted. As much as she wanted to just go to sleep, she knew that the kits needed names.
She lifted her head to get a good look at the kits. She supposed she should name the oldest first. He seemed to have very spikey fur, which was pretty unusual for a cat.
"You look like you are so mad" she murmured, touching her nose to the toms head,
"So your name is going to be bristlekit" she smiled, gently licking his forehead before moving on to the other tom. He had suck sleek, dark fur. It reminds her faintly of an eels. Though she had. Only seen a couple eels in her life, she knew that the name would suit him.
"You are going to be my precious eelkit" she smiled, licking his head as well. Now, into the first she-kit. She looked almost exactly like her, so she was tempted to name her beetlekit, but the way her pelt shimmered in the light that was filtering through the roof of the nursery reminded her of a glimmering shell.
"You are my little shell. Welcome to the world, shellkit" she softly smiled, gently nuzzling her. Now for the last one. She wanted so badly to name this one after her mate, but she knew that would be a dead giveaway about her codebreaking. Instead, she decided to opt for a name that for with the rest of the names. She examined her sleek brown pelt and tapered tail, and she immediately knew what her name would be. Otterkit.
"You are my little otterkit. I'm so happy that you are here with me" she finished, giving each of the kits a final nuzzle before falling asleep, a content smile on her maw.
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Otterkit squirmed around slightly, letting out small mewls as she claimed her paws lightly. She was cold, cold, cold. But she knew that if she kept moving, she would warm up somehow. It was just a gut feeling. As she was lifted and placed near her siblings, she snuggled into Eelkits side, her small muzzle resting on her mother's belly. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, so she decided to just sit there. If she waited long enough, then she would know eventually.
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