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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 9, 2019 12:58:56 GMT -5
"Hey, this is an important skill to, ya know!" Eelpaw snickered, nudging Troutpaw playfully. "Imagine a battle on Sunningrocks! If the river is frozen solid, you could lead those ThunderClan kittypets onto it and skate around them!" He dashed rather quickly back and forth on the ice to prove his point. "Then you have full control of the fight! Those kittypets won't stand a chance!"
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 13:01:17 GMT -5
"Thunderclan wouldn't be stupid enough to get on the ice. They would take us running as sign of victory and take Sunningrocks." Troutpaw said quickly, huffing slightly.
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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 9, 2019 13:11:21 GMT -5
(Hiya! Someone start for me? Wanna do Smog’s kitting soon, Moon? )
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 9, 2019 13:14:52 GMT -5
(Sure, Blazer! That'd be great!)
Eelpaw rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, killjoy." He skated back on the reeds. "Don't you have anything better to do than hark on me for having some fun? Oh." He paused and looked at Troutpaw. "I'm sorry, you know what fun is, right? Perhaps, I should spell it out for you."
Ottermask poked his nose into the nursery, blinking until his eyes adjusted to see if Smogstorm was awake. He finally was able to get Deadpath to rest in the warrior's den and he wanted to spend time with his mate. Frostlake was fast asleep, curled up in her own nest.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 13:20:48 GMT -5
Troutpaw bristled at the words and turned away. "YEah, actually. Unlike you, who will forever be a kit and never earn your name, I have to check up on the nursery and actually help out." He stomped away, her tail swishing. Once out of sight of the tom he let out a breath, calming his nerves slowly until he finally made his way to the nursery. Seeing Ottermask in there he decided to be quick about his check up. "Hi Ottermask. Don't mind me, just checking up on the queens."
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 9, 2019 13:23:53 GMT -5
Eelpaw rolled his eyes and went back to skating.
Ottermask glanced at Troutpaw, flicking his ear at the apprentice. "Most of them are sleeping, I wouldn't bother them much," he warned lightly.
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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 9, 2019 13:27:11 GMT -5
Smogstorm lifted her head, ready to purr a greeting, only to gasp in sudden pain. Her belly clenched and she gritted out harshly. “Oh...Uh...I-I think...coming...” She stammered, the young queen trying to shift her bad leg out of the way to lay down on instincts for kitting.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 13:33:12 GMT -5
Troutpaw's attention immediately switched to Smogstorm, goingt o her side and placing his paws on her belly. After a few moments he turned to Ottermask. "Go get Specklecreek, the kits are coming."
(What do we do!!! Is Firebelly on or will Troutpaw have to do it himself?))
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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 9, 2019 13:35:16 GMT -5
(Troutpaw can do it! Fire might not be able to get on right now.)
Smogstorm took a few shaky breaths, though her eyes shone with quiet determination. She’d take the pain to see her and Ottermask’s kits born.
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 9, 2019 13:45:10 GMT -5
Ottermask looked over at his mate in start. "Now?" The kits were coming now?! He dashed out of the nursery at Troutpaw's instruction, going to find Specklecreek.
Deadpath limped out of the warrior's den. He blinked his eye when he spotted Ottermask darting across the camp toward the medicine den. His ears suddenly fell back and he looked to the nursery, a nervousness in his gut.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 13:49:03 GMT -5
"It's going to be okay Smogstorm, just breath." He looked around frantically. "Hold on." He left the nursery and look around before spotting Deadpath. "Deadpath, I need your help. I just need you to get a stick, that's all." He then dashed to the medicine cat den and grabbed borage and raspberry leaves along with some poppy seeds before returning to the nursery. "How are you doing?"
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 9, 2019 13:57:22 GMT -5
Ottermask couldn't find Specklecreek so he started pacing outside the nursery.
Deadpath jumped when Troutpaw said he needed his help. He kept his ears back and limped off to find a good stick, trying to remember how Spiderpaw handled the queens when most of the kitted just a few days apart. Once he found a thick stick, he limped back to the nursery to give it to Troutpaw.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 13:59:13 GMT -5
Troutpaw took it with a nod and returned to the queen's side. "Ottermask couldn't find Specklecreek." His mind scrambled and he began to freak out. "I've only helped with kitting, I don't think I can do this."
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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 9, 2019 14:00:00 GMT -5
“I’m okay.” Smogstorm nodded softly, gritting her teeth as she braved a contraction. She breathed shakily. “I...feel the first one...Troutpaw...I think I can do this. You can do this.” She prepared herself to push.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 14:06:12 GMT -5
Troutpaw looked at her, his face contorted in fear and worry. He then looked at her face, saw the pain in her face, the way her body fought through the pain, the fear. "Okay." He nudged the stick to her. "Bite down on that, be ready." He placed his paws over her body, feeling how it moved under his paws just like Specklecreek had taught him. "Push!"
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 9, 2019 14:11:47 GMT -5
Ottermask and Deadpath waited outside the nursery. Deadpath was trying his best to comfort the soon to be father, but he was rather awkward it. Nonetheless, Ottermask was thankful for his presence.
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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 9, 2019 14:14:03 GMT -5
Troutpaw looked at her, his face contorted in fear and worry. He then looked at her face, saw the pain in her face, the way her body fought through the pain, the fear. "Okay." He nudged the stick to her. "Bite down on that, be ready." He placed his paws over her body, feeling how it moved under his paws just like Specklecreek had taught him. "Push!" Smogstorm gave a light shout of pain, her eyes closing. She could take it, she had lost the use of her leg in a burst of pain worse than this. She bit down on the stick and the first kit was pushed out, a wriggling black and brown mottled she-kit.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 14:17:53 GMT -5
Troutpaw quickly grabbed the kit and nipped open the sac that surrounded it. He warmed the kit, licking its fur opposite of normal, until the small bundle let out a mew and he breathed a sigh of relief. "It's a she-kit." He set her down, wrapping his tail around the bundle while he turned back to Smogstorm. "Okay," he placed his paws on her again. After a few moments he nodded, "Push."
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 14:18:16 GMT -5
how many are there going to be?))
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 9, 2019 14:19:01 GMT -5
(Just two)
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 14:19:31 GMT -5
ok, thx)
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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 9, 2019 14:26:34 GMT -5
Smogstorm nodded, feeling more ready now that she had sucessfully birthed her daughter. She felt the last kit coming now, and she gave a quiet growl and whimper of pain, pushing with all her might.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 14:32:18 GMT -5
Troutpaw felt as she pushed and waited. Soon enough, a small russet brown tom slid out on to the moss and he quickly grabbed him, nipping open the sack and warming him as well. After a few moments, a mewl reached his ears and he let himself relax. "A tom." He felt the queen's belly before nodding in satisfaction. "That's the last one. One tom and one she-cat." He placed each one at their mother's belly. "Congrats."
The tom stood and moved toward the entrance, tired because of the kitting and the stress that had weighed hi down during it. "Ottermask, you can come in now." He told the father before going back to Smogstorm's side and pushing the borage and raspberry leaves toward her. "Eat these."
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 9, 2019 14:48:35 GMT -5
Ottermask exchanged a glance with Deadpath when he heard Troutpaw. He slowly got up and stepped into the den, eyes blinking widely at the sight of his mate...and kits.
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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 9, 2019 14:55:29 GMT -5
Smogstorm ate the herbs without complaint, more excited now that the pain was fading and she could see her kits. She could feel their wriggling bodies and she gazed wide eyed at them. Her son and daughter. She looked tiredly and brightly at Ottermask. “Look! They’re perfect...”
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 9, 2019 14:58:15 GMT -5
Ottermask rumbled out a purr and he walked over to his mate, nuzzling his cheek to her. "Yes, they are."
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 15:01:48 GMT -5
Troutpaw smiled at the two before yawning widely. "You should get some rest Smogstorm. I'll leave these poppy seeds here in case you need them." He nodded to Ottermask and made his way out of the nursery, yawning again.
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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 9, 2019 15:04:21 GMT -5
Smogstorm purred a thanks to Troutpaw, before she looked gently and happily at Ottermask. “Well...we have to name them now. You first.” She urged, her youth shining in her eyes, excited yet a bit nervous to be a mother.
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 9, 2019 15:57:48 GMT -5
Ottermask smiled down at their kits, he laid down besdie his mate, sticking his head out to gently nuzzle his nose against the kits. "They're so sweet. I never knew newborn kits could smell so refreshing." He purred out in light embarrassment at his admission. "What about..." he looked at the little she-kit. "Mintkit?"
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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 9, 2019 16:00:42 GMT -5
Smogstorm gave a soft laugh at his words. The crippled queen nodded quickly. “Mintkit is perfect...as for the tom. He looks alot like you.” She looked lovingly at her mate for a while before she chuckled. “His name will be Maskkit.”
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