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Post by Emberflower on Mar 4, 2015 23:36:07 GMT
Whiterose, @olive, and open!
Emberflower had felt the contractions start in the night. Distraught, though she had seen many other she-cats give birth, the queen had dragged herself out of the nursery and stumbled painfully into the medicine den, tripping a few times along the way. One thing she had already learned, after only a few hours of intense pain, was that every she-cat was completely different when giving birth. Emberflower had no idea that it was so terrifying, and she had not expected to walk to the medicine den for help, as most queens gave birth in the nursery. Then again, at that point, the ginger she-cat didn't even know she had wandered into Whiterose's den. "Whiterose," Emberflower called weakly, flopping onto her side and letting out a sharp yowl of agony, "I can't... WHITEROSE, GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE. I CAN'T DO THIS!" The she-cat's claws sank into the ground below her, grinding her teeth against the pain.
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Post by Whiterose on Mar 5, 2015 13:35:09 GMT
Whiterose quickly ran out of the herb closet, carrying Juniper Berries, Ragweed, and a stick, along with several other herbs. She then ran to the queen giving birth. "Here, bite down on this." She said, giving her the stick. "And now listen to me, you must push, the more, and harder, you push, the faster this kit will come out, do you understand?" She asked, licking the queens fur softly. She then rushed to the back of her, waiting to see the kit. "Just keep pushing!
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Post by Emberflower on Mar 7, 2015 5:07:22 GMT
Emberflower lunged for the stick, grateful for the object that would distract her from the pain in her belly. Was she really prepared to go through all of this torture for another litter, or even a third? Unfortunately, though, this was the path Emberflower had chosen practically since the beginning, and there was little choice to turn back and become a warrior now. Sure, she had the training and the name, but her skills probably hadn't held up after all that time she spent focusing on helping in the nursery, and her Clanmates probably wouldn't be too impressed if she changed her mind.
After a few more minutes of horror, Emberflower's two kittens had arrived, and in a moment, all of the pain she'd been feeling was forgotten and easily replaced by bliss. As she worked on washing her kittens, keeping them alive, Emberflower purred lovingly. Glancing up at Whiterose with pride, the queen asked, "A son and a daughter. What should I name them?"
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Post by Whiterose on Mar 7, 2015 5:26:27 GMT
Whiterose purred softly, seeing the first kit slip out, she quickly bent over and nipped the sack of the first kit, and then placed it next to it's mother. Then came the second kit, and she repeated the process. She smiled, and sat up, looking at the two kits, longingly. She smiled at the queen. "That is not my decision to make." Whiterose told her, stretching. "Here." She said, pushing the herbs next to her over to Emberflower. "These are multiple herbs to help keep your strength up if you feel weak. I advise you to sleep first, but if you still feel weak take one of them. If you need more milk, I will be going out to find some Borage Leaves soon." She told her.
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Post by Emberflower on Mar 7, 2015 5:34:52 GMT
Emberflower twitched an ear, irritated with how short Whiterose had been with her. After offering the she-cat the chance to help name her kits and being rudely declined, Emberflower sighed, slowly munched on the herbs (and nearly spitting them back out, as she had never been a fan of any kind of herb), and looked at her kits, thinking about nothing more than their names and their futures.
And then it hit her.
One of these kittens, either her handsome son or her beautiful daughter, would be ripped away from her in a moon. Emberflower curled tightly around her kits now, feeling very protective of them.
"My son," Emberflower began muttering, half to herself and half to Whiterose, "he will be Olivekit. As for my daughter, I'm thinking Leafkit." After she was finished speaking, Emberflower began washing the two kittens again, then stopped after a few moments, her face having twisted into some deep misery, and she whispered, "Which one do you think will be taken by the Dark Hearts?"
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Post by Whiterose on Mar 7, 2015 5:49:47 GMT
Whiterose flinched at the queens question, and looked down, nervously. "I am sorry to say this, but I don't know. I wish I can reassure you, but there are no words to tell you how apologetic I am to you. I do not know which one they will take, because I don't even know if Starclan can even tell us. I am sadden of the way our society has become, knowing that at any moment, no matter how hard we try, one of our young will be taken, and we are powerless to do a thing about it."
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Post by Emberflower on Mar 7, 2015 5:53:38 GMT
"Mmm," Emberflower hummed, trying to take her thoughts off of the impending kidnapping of one of her kits. It certainly was a twisted idea that some stupid cat had, and really, what right did they have? Was this group of cats so large that four Clans together couldn't take them out? The young she-cat had heard the story of the one time the Clans made an attack on the Dark Hearts and had lost the majority of their cats, but how could a group of cultists be so large and so powerful just by taking a kit from each litter be able to destroy all of the Clans combined? There was something going on, something... off, that was for sure.
"Has StarClan ever spoken of the Dark Hearts, Whiterose?" Emberflower looked up at the she-cat and blinked, hungry for answers.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2015 16:52:26 GMT
Olivekit took his first breath as his mother licked him then let out a loud meow, He was hungry. He started to crawl away from his mother's tongue, pushing his sister along with him. He meowed again, louder this time. Then found milk. He was quiet for some time as he drank. Then When he had drank his full he lay down purring next to his sister, and fell asleep.
(Not sure what else to put.)
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