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Post by Jademist on Nov 6, 2020 6:26:25 GMT -5
(This actually works out great, they can name Rosekit after Rosepath ) Sealpaw listened intently to Rosepath explanation. “Thanks.” He meowed softly, glad to be learning so much in his first few moons as a medicine cat apprentice. As the first kit was born Sealpaw felt happy to see it looking healthy. They were so tiny and helpless he couldn’t imagine having been so small as well. He shifted on his paws. Sitting in a position ready to jump in and help when necessary. Berryshade’s amber eyes widened when Sweetmeadow passed him the first kit. He gave the small feline a few quick licks. “It’s a she-cat. She looks beautiful.” The tom mewed proudly to his mate and resumed licking the kit. How did they create this? He wondered, feeling very blessed to be experiencing this moment.
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Post by Jademist on Nov 6, 2020 11:25:04 GMT -5
Sealpaw nodded at Sweetmeadow and started licking the kitten she handed to him. The little newborn wiggled under his raspy tongue.
Berryshade was quite surprised when he heard Sweetmeadow announce there were two more kits to come. No wonder Lostmist’s belly had been that swollen. The weight of five kits must’ve been a heavy burden on her body. The tom promised himself to try his best to pamper Lostmist for the moons to come. She definitely deserved it.
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Post by Morior on Nov 6, 2020 12:55:37 GMT -5
"I'm funny a lot of the time." Frostwhisper said indignantly.
Cypresspaw climbed out of the apprentice's den and saw two strange cats talking to Stagstar. He padded closer, eyes wide watching them cautiously as he came closer to Dartfoot, crouching low. The older apprentice looked fully grown, maybe a moon away from becoming a warrior.
Elmsong watch the apprentice doing what he assumed was trying to sneak up on one of the SteppeClan cats. He shook his head, not sure what the apprentice was really up to. He moved to sit in the shade not far from the nursery. He wanted to hear that everything was going alright with Lostmist's kitting, but stayed out of the way.
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Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Nov 6, 2020 13:01:30 GMT -5
The next kits came slower and Sweetmeadow felt her heart twist at the pain Lostmist was going though. “It’s okay just push, after this I’ll ease the pain.”
The Mistclan breathed a sigh of relief when the final kitten came. She handed the last one to Lostmist and kept the other for herself to clean.
As she cleaned the kit and it mewed softly in protest Sweetmeadow’s heart gave another twist. An echoing pain rang in her gut however, something hollow and grey, as she took care of the kit.
Finished she placed the small tom she’d been taking care of at Lostmist’s belly.
“Two toms and three she-cats, they’re all healthy and beautiful. You two should be proud.” Rosepath said to the mates, she then dipped her head. “Thank you both for trusting me with something so precious”
Sweetmeadow placed her tail against Lostmist’s flank and met the queens gaze. “I’ll go fetch some poppy milk to help ease any pain you may still be feeling.” She hoped that the emotion in her voice would be interpreted as that of a caring Medicine Cat. Not whatever this feeling was that weighed her down like a stone at the sight of the two loving mates and their newborn kits.
‘What kind of Medicine Cat am I?’ She thought to herself before turning to Sealpaw. “You did well.” She bummed heads with him, purring softly, hoping he wouldn’t notice how thick and choking it sounded. “Would you fetch me the Poppy while I report to Stagstar?”
Sweetmeadow stepped out of the nursery and lifted her head high, doing her best to be the picture of a happy and proud medicine cat. She made a beeline for Stagstar, her purr grow louder and more genuine as she neared, much to her relief. Stagstar was a perceptive tom and having no name for what she felt made her uneasy over it.
“Two toms and three she-cats Stagstar, all born healthy.” She looked into his eyes and purred her loudest yet. “Today is a day for celebration.”
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Post by Morior on Nov 6, 2020 13:04:23 GMT -5
A little black and ginger molly she-kit wiggled around, nearly crawling over one of her brothers. She looked like she already wanted to get up and walk around, but her legs weren't grown enough yet for more than crawling.
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Post by Morior on Nov 6, 2020 13:32:16 GMT -5
Cypresspaw sat up beside Dartfoot and cleared his throat. "So you're a runner? Not sure what that is but the whole camp has been talking about you SteppeClan cats. How do you get training to be a runner? Is there some trick your Clan has found to running fast?" Cypresspaw stifled a mrrow of laughter.
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Post by Morior on Nov 6, 2020 13:49:40 GMT -5
Cypresspaw just scoffed, looking at the older tom. "You don't have any wings though." he gestured to Dartfoot's flank. "I imagine your runner mentors just make you do laps around the whole territory until sunset for your training. Is that along the right idea?" he smirked.
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Post by Jademist on Nov 6, 2020 13:57:03 GMT -5
Sealpaw purred at the compliment of his mentor. “Thanks Sweetmeadow. It was great to watch you and Rosepath.” The young apprentice had learned a lot today and the sight of a healthy and happy family filled him with joy. He could’ve sworn he picked up a hint of sadness in Sweetmeadow’s voice, which left him puzzled.
Berryshade was overjoyed with the healthy kits and nuzzled his mate’s cheek. “I’m so proud of you.” He mewed at Lostmist. Lifting his head he turned to the medicine cats. “Thank you all so much.” The warrior purred. “I am so grateful for your help.” He wachted the newborn kits squirm around kneading his paws happily.
Darksky watched Dartfoot and Cypresspaw amusedly. The young apprentice surely had a lot of questions. Her ears pricked up as Sweetmeadow left the nursery and she was glad to hear that Lostmist’s kitting went well. She wondered what it would be like to have kits of her own someday but after seeing Lostmist struggle with her swollen belly she didn’t mind waiting for a while.
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Post by Morior on Nov 6, 2020 14:19:51 GMT -5
Frostwhisper grinned in amusement, trying to hold back laughter as she watched Dartfoot's tail flick in irritation.
"Or running around is the only thing you're good at, and the only thing your Clan trusts you with." Cypresspaw said, completely unseriously. "I bet there are a few cats in MistClan who could run faster than you."
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Post by Morior on Nov 6, 2020 14:32:01 GMT -5
"I don't think I'm very fast but I would like to give it a try." Cypresspaw stretched. "How about a race around the outside of camp?" He suggested.
"No... I don't think this is a good idea." Frostwhisper rolled her eyes at the two of them. "We're not here to race MistClan cats. That stuff can wait until another meeting."
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Post by Jademist on Nov 6, 2020 14:39:04 GMT -5
Darksky grinned at the competitive toms and strolled over as she overheard their conversation. “I’d say you two race. Right outside of camp. I can watch.” She swished her tail back and forth playfully. Maybe it would be a good learning moment for Cypresspaw.
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Post by LightBringer on Nov 6, 2020 17:14:07 GMT -5
(hey guys im posting a short reply for now until im back tonight for more detail!)
LostMist finally lifted her head, craning to gaze at the kits. using her tail, she indicated each, naming them as she went. she started with the firstborn kit, "SalmonKit" and moving in order of which they were born, "EmberKit, BeetleKit, RoseKit, after you RosePath, for your help, and lastly SmudgeKit" she purred. the delivery had been hard, but seeing those squirming bundles of fluff was worth it. turning to BerryShade, she purred loudly, and touched noses with her mate lovingly. she couldnt think of a moment shed been happier then this.
StagStar chuckled at the mention of long memories, and was about to reply when SweetMeadow approached and made her announcement. he purred loudly, it had been ages since the clan had such a large litter, and he hoped this was a good sign from starclan. returning to his tree, he made an announcement. "LostMist and BerryShade have welcomed three she kits, and two toms as well. all five kits are healthy!" he yowled out across the camp, pride in his voice as he gazed towards the nursery.
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Post by Morior on Nov 6, 2020 17:20:57 GMT -5
"That's great news!" Elmsong called back to Stagstar from where he sat. "I think I'll go hunting, bring back fresher prey for the medicine cats and the new family." He purred mostly to himself and started out of camp.
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Post by Morior on Nov 6, 2020 23:32:18 GMT -5
Cypresspaw followed with a disappointed glance to Frostwhisper. He crouched low at the starting point beside Dartfoot, wiggling his hindquarters like he was ready to pounce and be off on the race. "Come on, old furball." Cypresspaw chuckled.
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Post by Jademist on Nov 7, 2020 5:54:50 GMT -5
Darksky padded towards the place Dartfoot marked as startline. “I guess we need to establish a pair of rules. Just to be sure.” She eyed the two toms. “No physical contact. Don’t trip eachother.” She gestured to a tree in the distance. “The finish line will be past that tree. I’ll go and sit there to see who crosses first. Good luck.” Darsky smiled, she couldn’t remember whether Cypresspaw was a fast runner but she was very interested to see how well her clanmate would run. Though, she was pretty sure Dartfoot would win. The black she-cat casually ran over to the ‘finish’ tree and sat down. “Are you ready?” She called over. It was time for Cypresspaw to put his actions where his mouth was.
“Can I get you anything?” Berryshade asked Lostmist, gesturing with his tail to the entrance of the nursery. He could imagine Lostmist was tired after giving birth. “Water or something from the prey pile?” Meanwhile Rosekit squirmed at her mother’s belly, making herself comfortable in her bellyfur.
Sealpaw had trotted out of the nursery to give the new family some space with eachother. He mewed excitedly at Stagstar’s announcement, glad he was part of something as special as this. The young tom made his way over to the killpile, watching the Steppeclan cats mingle with his clanmates. He picked a small vole and sat down in a nice sunny spot, closing his eyes for a moment to ponder on the events of today.
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Post by Morior on Nov 7, 2020 8:15:15 GMT -5
Elmsong came out of the camp entrance to see the SteppeClan cat and the apprentice preparing for a race. He got out of the way quickly, seeing as he was in their path, and bounded off towards the forest to hunt.
"Ready." Cypresspaw looked towards the tree that marked the finish line, keeping the visual of it in his memory. He looked over to Dartfoot. "Are you ready?" he smirked. All his talk wasn't serious, he knew he probably couldn't beat a SteppeClan runner, but he wanted to run anyway to burn off some energy.
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Post by Jademist on Nov 7, 2020 13:49:36 GMT -5
(Oh no I totally forgot about the poppy haha.)
“Alright. 1... 2... 3. Go!” Darksky called, gazing at the toms from where she sat. She was interested in seeing how fast Dartfoot would be, especially since the Steppeclan cats had a special group of cats focused on running fast.
“Hi Softpaw.” Sealpaw smiled in greeting at the she-cat. “The kitting went really well. They are all healty and it felt amazing to be part of something so personal and special.” He took a small bite from the vole in front of him. The eyes of the medicine cat apprentice widened and he choked slightly on the piece of vole left in his mouth. After a small embarrassed cough he swallowed the last part. “Oh no..” Sealpaw muttered. “I forgot to get the poppy Sweetmeadow asked me to.” He sighed, shuffling his paws. “I guess I’m not a great medicine cat apprentice yet.” The young tom admitted to Softpaw.
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Post by Morior on Nov 7, 2020 13:58:57 GMT -5
Cypresspaw was ready to spring when Darksky started counting, so the instant she shouted 'Go!' he set off. In a few strides he was nearly at his fastest speed, telling himself internally to focus on the path ahead instead of looking back to see Dartfoot. He would run as fast as he could, no matter where the SteppeClan warrior would be, he was just focused on his own paws.
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Post by Morior on Nov 7, 2020 15:01:28 GMT -5
Cypresspaw saw the warrior go down and seemed to forget about the race for moment. He skidded next to a halt by the SteppeClan warrior. "Are you alright?" the fur on the back of his neck bristled at the sound of Dartfoot's pained howl.
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Post by LightBringer on Nov 7, 2020 15:41:55 GMT -5
StagStar stayed in his tree, content to watch the going ons of the camp. he was pleased to see the steppeclan cats getting on with his clanmmates, it was important they built friendships this day. DartFoot challenging CypressPaw to a race was interesting, and the tom chuckled as he watched them set out of camp. bounding down the tree, he saw softpaw and sealpaw eating, and padded over. "well done today sealpaw, i heard that you learned a good deal today, and did a great deal of helping as well"
LostMist sprawled out, her exhaustion hitting her hard as she felt her young ones get comfortable against her belly. at most, she needed water, and those poppy seeds... she had eaten just before her kitting, and she wasnt hungry just yet. looking up at her mate, she purred softly at his offer of help. "some water would be fantastic" she meowed in reply. her tongue rasping over her mouth as she tried to recover some moisture.
EmberKit kneaded at her mothers belly, latching with ease as she felt the presence of the rest of her siblings around her. she was content, and happily drank in her mothers scent as she fed.
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Post by Morior on Nov 7, 2020 16:18:09 GMT -5
Salmonkit drank and was quickly full soon after. She mewed and nuzzled her siblings curiously, then growing sleepy after her meal she tucked herself in close to Lostmist's belly and dozed off.
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