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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 16, 2018 9:16:52 GMT -5
( I’m in college so I didn’t start school again til today (: )
( hm if you don’t want to I’ll roleplay him. Up to you )
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 9:18:47 GMT -5
(you're welcome to choose, ha I'm in uni XD and no you can have him! )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 16, 2018 9:22:49 GMT -5
( lol ok cool )
( odd lol we didn’t get out until the 15th of December or something
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 9:26:22 GMT -5
(fair enough, would you like to rp the kit with me? I'm bored XD)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 16, 2018 10:42:57 GMT -5
( sure, as soon as I get back to my room (: need to grab some food first haha I’m starving. I’ll get my books later )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 16, 2018 11:15:51 GMT -5
( ok back. Give me a few to get some food in me then I will work on a reply. Shadowkit right? )
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 11:21:36 GMT -5
(no, shadow is mine, there’s four kits and yours is the other one, name and describe it as you wish )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 16, 2018 11:27:17 GMT -5
[ ah okay I got confused xD apologies ]
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 11:29:25 GMT -5
(No problems, its a Wednesday, we all get like that XD)
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Post by Morticat on Jan 16, 2018 11:38:11 GMT -5
{ Hey good morning. }
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 11:46:11 GMT -5
(its 4.45 pm here XD)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 16, 2018 11:53:32 GMT -5
He was suspended in silence – in darkness. Nothing moved or punctured the quiet prison, until he slowly became aware of a scent; warm, soft, comforting. In the back of his hindbrain, in the depths of his instincts, he knew the scent meant safety. Comfort. Instinct reigned, and he squirmed, twisting this way and that, in a direction that his instincts drove him towards. Uncoordinated paws dug at the soft moss of the nest, in motions that were weak and mostly useless, but determination held him tight. The scent grew stronger, and he began to squirm and crawl with more fervor. His energy waned, but he was determined.
The scent was nearly overwhelming, wrapping Riverkit in its comfort. He nosed his way towards his siblings, found his spot, and began to nurse. Tiny paws kneaded at the soft surface of Stormflight’s stomach, and while he had the sensation of something wrapping around him, he ignored it, and focused intently on his task.
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 12:00:51 GMT -5
Watching the less then graceful squirms of the little tom, a gentle purr rumbled from the weak shecat. Using a leg, she carefully nudged him closer to her stomach, tucking the little creature deep with in her dark belly fur, bloodied and matted red still from the kitting but that would hardly matter to a kit. She watched him for a moment, thinking to herself, how his strong movements even now reminded her of the flowing water of a river. And she smiled, decisive if not rather tired. “Riverkit,” she said quietly, mostly to the tiny tom beside her. She shifted a little, tightening into a ball around the four kits and settled beside her mate, she rested the tip of her nose across the back of the newly named Riverkit, taking note of his precious scent.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 16, 2018 12:14:57 GMT -5
Riverkit’s ears were firmly sealed; the little tom’s coat was a soft blue-gray, similar to the water rushing through the strongest river on the territory. He could sense his mother curl around them, her nose resting on his back. He made a soft noise of contentment, a high-pitched mew that only kits could make. It normally was a call to his mother, seeking the comfort and warmth of her fur and presence. There was a tangy stench, one reminiscent of iron, but the kit didn’t care. He didn’t recognize the scent – didn’t know it was his mother’s blood that coated much of her fur, matting and tangling the keratin fibers together. He could smell another cat – this one’s scent was muskier, deeper if it could be described as such. He didn’t recognize it either, but his hindbrain catalogued the scent away as that of another feline. There were two other cats, but their scents were a bit more distant, so the kit disregarded them and continued on as he had. When his belly was full, he curled up tightly against the warmth of his mother, a soft rattling sound rumbling in his chest. Kittens weren’t born with the innate ability to purr, but based on the sound coming from his mother, Riverkit had begun to figure it out. In a few days’ time, the sound would be smooth and resonant, a gentle, rolling rumble within his chest.
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 12:28:19 GMT -5
Stormflight’s heart flooded with warmth and adoration, she might not have know the little kits for all too long, and even her future was uncertain after the ordeal she had been through. She would have given her life a hundred times over to make sure her newborns didn’t have to suffer as much as a minute worth of pain. She buried her nose in his little body, struggling and failing to lift him from her side to make an attempt at grooming the damp remanents of blood from his fur. She dropped him, and winced at her own foolishness, but fortunately he didn’t have very far to go before he landed on her thick furred flank. Relenting in her attempts to pick him up, she instead groomed him here. Her tongue coarse but movements incredibly careful and gentle.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 16, 2018 12:37:27 GMT -5
The tom mewled in protest when he was suddenly picked up, Stormflight’s teeth gently grabbing his scruff. Instinctively the kit went limp, making it easier for his mother to carry him – but she was far too weak, both from the blood loss and the effort it took to bring the four kits into the world. The tom fell an inch or two onto his mother’s flank, once again letting out another mew in protest. When Stormflight began to groom him, washing away the dirt and grime in his fur, he relaxed again, letting out another rattling purr. His mother’s soft fur provided the perfect nest, and the little tom curled up, burying his nose against his mother’s flank. The soft purr that rumbled through her was comforting, letting him know that she was close and safe. He breathed in her scent, and as Stormflight continued to groom him he began to doze off, as kits were wont to do. His siblings curled closer to their mother as well, but Riverkit was content with his spot higher up. There was warmth radiating from all angles, equalizing the little tom’s body temperature. He was still too young to regulate his own temperature, and would rely on his mother for the coming days. Still, he’d grow, and he’d grow strong. His father was nearby, but Riverkit’s attention was on Stormflight.
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Post by Morticat on Jan 16, 2018 12:45:28 GMT -5
{ So we have Shadowkit, Riverkit, Magpiekit(?) and Heatherkit. (: }
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 12:51:38 GMT -5
(I believe so yes, lets of blackfurred kits from everyone's descriptions, no representation for poor Redwind XD and man Ghost your descriptions are so incredibly cute)
Stormflight smiled as the little tom fell asleep on her flank, watching him for a few moments more before her head fell to the nest. Knowing her kits were safe and warm, she at last gave in to the depths of the darkness and unconsciousness took her. Her body fell almost completely still except for the jerky rise and fall of her flanks as she brought in breath.
Shadowkit mewled when his mother fell still, he continued to nurse but his instincts told him something was unnatural about the stiffness of the shecat. Distressed and confused, the little creature buried deeper into his mother's pelt.
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Post by Morticat on Jan 16, 2018 13:21:00 GMT -5
» S o r r e l p a w • N u r s e r yS t o r m f l i g h t / R a i n s h i m m e r
She instantly sprung into action when the mother seemed to give way to the unconsciousness from blood-loss. "I need chamomile and thistle for better circulation and strength," she recited to herself out-loud. Rummaging through the herb storage, she found a less than hoped for amount of thistle but plenty of chamomile. "This will just have to do. We'll use everything," she muttered to herself, bringing the herbs back to Stormflight and produced a poultice which she had mixed with a bit of the honey that Rainshimmer had brought back so that she should easily shove the herbs down the she-cat's throat and cleanse it down with water from a moss ball. Sorrelpaw worked hard to get the herbs down the unconscious cat's throat. She looked down at the kits with sorrow that she hid from all other cat's view. "You deserve a mother like I never had".
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 13:51:48 GMT -5
Shadowkit began to mewl in confusion at the stiffness of his mother and the distress of the cats around him, squirming closer and trying to hide away from the strange but muffled sounds of the world around him but finding no warmth or milk to comfort him from his stiff, death like mother. His tiny voice was weak as he squirmed, slipping from the nest in his attempts to get milk.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 16, 2018 13:54:39 GMT -5
( off to calculus class )
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Post by Morticat on Jan 16, 2018 14:50:32 GMT -5
{ Have classes until this evening so I'll be off and on, sorry! }
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 16, 2018 15:12:09 GMT -5
☪ Ooc >> I think I'll change my kit to the tortiseshell so Redwind can have some representation.. So instead of magpie I'll go with Maplekit.
☪ RP >>
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 15:15:17 GMT -5
(haha sounds good to me)
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Post by Morticat on Jan 16, 2018 15:25:29 GMT -5
{ Aww Redwind will be so happy lmao though he is an orange tabby. Redwind: "are these... mine?" Hahah. }
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 15:34:44 GMT -5
(well actually XD just kidding, they're far too cute together)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 16, 2018 16:55:22 GMT -5
☪ Ooc >> I'll be poofy today
☪ RP >>
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 16:59:29 GMT -5
(no worries, just when you get a chance feel free to reply )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 16, 2018 17:09:29 GMT -5
[ well I was planning on Riverkit developing light tabby markings as he aged xD ]
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 16, 2018 17:11:46 GMT -5
(that would be quite cute actually on a dark grey kit )
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