Post by Kibbles on Sept 9, 2015 21:39:26 GMT
The young queen cried out in pain, her tabby fur bristling as Fernheart gave her a stick. The she-cat took it into her mouth, biting down onto it as hard as she could. It began splintering, but it didn't break. Thankfully. This pain was unbearable. She couldn't stand it. They were supposed to be small, why did it hurt so much? She didn't understand. She wanted to understand why there was so much pain in this kitting.
She let out a little groan of pain as she felt Rookshadow's tail run across her flank. The cream she-cat was there to help, as was Fernheart. No tom was around. After all, Featherpaw's mate wasn't even near the clans. She had no mate. Her kits would grow up without a father. And that pained her heart as much as this kitting pained her physically. Of course, Birchtail had said that he was like a father figure to all kits, so she hoped that he would treat her kits like he treated his own.
And by the way he kept looking into the nursery, she could tell that he was eager to meet her kits.
Then, the real pain came. She groaned loudly as the first kit was born. A tom with her fur according to Fernheart. She purred brightly, yet it was quickly stopped as another wave of pain came over her. How long had it been? It seemed like it was taking days. Yet, she was fairly sure she had only been here for a few hours. She was going to be so tired at the end of this. Yet both Fernheart and Rookshadow had said she wasn't having anymore than two.
She growled deeply as the pain washed over her tiny frame again. Her claws dug into the moss she was laying on and the stick splintered in her mouth. Then, the pain was gone. Her breathing was heavy and she was sore.
"Another tom with brown tabby fur. Twins, Featherpaw. They're strong and handsome," Rookshadow's voice came.
Then, both kits were placed in front of her. Her head left the moss as she gazed at the two, precious kits. Both toms. Both with her fur. Neither looked like their father and it made her happy. The stars blessed them with the good traits, and not the evil ones. She can see that now.
"Fernkit shall be the oldest one. And then INSERT NAME HERE shall be the youngest one."
She let out a little groan of pain as she felt Rookshadow's tail run across her flank. The cream she-cat was there to help, as was Fernheart. No tom was around. After all, Featherpaw's mate wasn't even near the clans. She had no mate. Her kits would grow up without a father. And that pained her heart as much as this kitting pained her physically. Of course, Birchtail had said that he was like a father figure to all kits, so she hoped that he would treat her kits like he treated his own.
And by the way he kept looking into the nursery, she could tell that he was eager to meet her kits.
Then, the real pain came. She groaned loudly as the first kit was born. A tom with her fur according to Fernheart. She purred brightly, yet it was quickly stopped as another wave of pain came over her. How long had it been? It seemed like it was taking days. Yet, she was fairly sure she had only been here for a few hours. She was going to be so tired at the end of this. Yet both Fernheart and Rookshadow had said she wasn't having anymore than two.
She growled deeply as the pain washed over her tiny frame again. Her claws dug into the moss she was laying on and the stick splintered in her mouth. Then, the pain was gone. Her breathing was heavy and she was sore.
"Another tom with brown tabby fur. Twins, Featherpaw. They're strong and handsome," Rookshadow's voice came.
Then, both kits were placed in front of her. Her head left the moss as she gazed at the two, precious kits. Both toms. Both with her fur. Neither looked like their father and it made her happy. The stars blessed them with the good traits, and not the evil ones. She can see that now.
"Fernkit shall be the oldest one. And then INSERT NAME HERE shall be the youngest one."
