Post by sILVER--» on Jan 31, 2009 20:22:00 GMT -5
Outside, the WindClan camp was bustling with activity. Heatherstar could hear her mate, Fleetfoot, giving orders to his warriors. Her warriors, too. And sitting beneath this evergreen tree, she felt strangely claustrophobic. She couldn't see the sky above her, just thick evergreen branches and evergreen needles stinging her eyes. The she-cat blinked. The evergreen branches wilted down to the forest floor, closing her in. To keep the weather out. the warriors said, but Heatherstar liked the weather. And she didn't like hiding from it. If she was anything,s he was scared here, in this dark, damp place, with evergreen needles closing her in, hiding from the weather. She was about to give birth, and she knew from the small shivers of pain that had been going through her body since she woke up. Actually, the pains had woken her up.[/color] Heatherstar muttered darkly. She started thinking up things to do. Leave them for kittypets, nah. Leave them for loners and rogues, nah. Leave them in another Clan's territory, nah. The truth was, Heatherstar didn't know it, but she was being protective over her kits. She knew they couldn't survive without her, so she didn't want to let them go.
Then, the she-cat gave a sudden shudder, shifting suddenly. Moss flew out from beneath her paws. Bolts of pain wracked the golden tabby's body. Oh, StarClan, help me.... she thought, biting her tongue to keep herself from yowling out loud.Nothing was coming. Nothing. When was this going to be over with? Heatherstar's first instinct was run. Run from the pain. Then she shook her head. No, that wouldn't happen. It was hear. Stuck here. She clawed at the trunk of the evergreen, golden ears back. Shuddering violently as another bolt of pain wracked her body, Heatherstar started sweating. Something was definitely wrong. And what happens when something goes wrong when a cat is giving birth? The mother dies. Now, Heatherstar was numb with terror, frantic to get out of here. No. no, I never wanted this!
It was about ten minutes later that a the first kit finally came out. By now, Heatherstar was ready to scream. The pains were getting stronger every time, and she couldn't overpower them. Can't...can't...can't... Against this pain, she was nothing. Nothing at all. She couldn't run, she couldn't fight. Oh, what to do?
So she thought. What would Fleetfoot do if he saw her right now? Run. She was a leader. She was supposed to be accustomed to pain. Oh, but not this kind of pain. Not this kind of pain, wracking through her body, no way to make it stop. Not this kind of pain, made by herself, helped by sheer terror.
At last, the birthing was done. Heatherstar lay back, resting her head against the tree. She hadn't even thought of her kits yet, just of herself. She didn't know what to do. She had never been the queen type of cat. Sure, she was warm-hearted and all that, but she didn't know a thing about those squirmy little creatures she called kits. And now, as she looked down at them, her heart softened a tiny bit. But then, suddenly, it jumped back up and hardened again. What? Five kits? Nu-uh, no way can I do that.
Realizing with a jolt what she was thinking, Heatherstar let out a small purr. All the pains were gone now, leaving behind a tired, frail Heatherstar. She was still panting a little bit, and, feeling a touch of maternal instinct, she bent down and licked all of her kits in turn. And now, she knew what she feeling. Motherly. She loved her kits very much, and they would never get hurt, not her her watch, anyway. As she turned to look at them again, she noticed one thing.
One of them wasn't breathing
Heatherstar'sheart skipped a beat. Her mouth opened. No...no. Quickly, she rolled it over. There was something around its neck. Without thinking, she harshly bit it off. and licked the kit. Don't worry, Mommy's here to protect you.[/color] she soothed softly, rubbing her golden cheek against her kits pelt.
Heatherstar sat up, her work done. However, she felt like something was missing. Something big. And the kits were crying now, choking up gurgles and little mews. With a tinge of annoyance, Heatherstar wondered if they were capable of stopping. However, one of the kits inched toward her belly. Instantly she knew, and rolled her eyes at herself. Oh. Right. Nursing. I knew that.[/color] she told herself, lying down once more so all the kits could nurse. One of the kits piled on top of his sister. Get off your sister,-[/color] She paused abruptly, stopping to pull him off his sister. Now she knew what she was missing. Names.
The first kit her eyes landed on what a golden tabby, looking much like herself. Heatherstar felt a little awkward. Would she have to live with a clone? Nevertheless, she started thinking up names. Goldenkit...nah, too goody-two-shoes. What's sweet, but not too...dainty? And then she knew it. Honey! Honey was sticky and determined, but it was sweet too. Plus, it matched her pelt. You are Honeykit.[/color] she told the kit cheerfully, licking it before moving on to the next kit.
The next was a light, pale gray she-cat. What was there that was gray...Stormkit? No, too masculine. Lightkit? No, that would be for a ginger cat. With a weird feeling, Heatherstar noticed that the kit's pelt seemed to kind of glow when the sun hit it. It glowed silver. Then she knew it. Silverkit! She licked the tiny she-kit. You are Silverkit.[/color]
Next up was a golden tom. He had dark ginger legs. Gingerkit? Too obvious, and feminine. What was golden? Bracken was golden. And it sounded mascule. You are Brackenkit.[/color] she mewed, giving it a lick.
The next was a dark gray tom that looked like a storm. Heatherstar knew it instantly. Stormkit. She licked him, purring softly, You are Stormkit.[/color]
And the last kit was a pale gray tom, much like Silverkit's color except he wasn't a tabby. It kind of reminded her of mist, but that was too feminine. What was the equivalent of mist? Fog. You are Fogkit.[/color]
Everything done, Heatherstar lay back, sighing contentedly. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
Maybe she did have some maternal instinct. [/blockquote][/size]
