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Post by Whiteowl on Sept 26, 2012 12:35:46 GMT -7
Whiteowl lay in her nest. Her belly so big that she could barely stand up on her own. As she lay there she felt a huge pain go through her belly. She flattened her ears and curled her tail around her belly. Then another contraction hit her. She was having her and Wolfstar's kits."Wolfstar, Falconflight. HELP!," she yelled at the top of her lungs.
She layed down on her side and breathed hard short breaths. She had never had kits before. This was her first litter and she was scared out of her mind."HELP," she yelled again. Another contraction hit her and hissed loudly through her teeth.
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Post by Falconflight on Sept 27, 2012 17:00:03 GMT -7
Falconflight strolled into the nursery, he knew he would have plenty of time to work. Although he would never say it, he was slightly honoured that Whiteowl had called for him, after all, he believed she hated him. Good, if he could keep she-cats away, he would, no matter who they were.
Smiling, he placed the stick, borage, poppy seeds, comfrey and goldenrod beside Whiteowl, most of them just in case. There were raspberry leaves there as well. Placing a paw gently on her stomach, Falconflight let himself be serious for once, a side that Whiteowl definetely hadn't seen from him.
"It's ok, you don't have to be scared. I'm not going to let anything hurt you, just calm down."
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Post by Whiteowl on Sept 27, 2012 17:42:38 GMT -7
Whiteowl looked up to see Falconflight."Thank Starclan," she muttered under her breath as pain went through her body again. She was so happy to have him here. She didn't hate Falconflight they sort of had a love hate relationship.
"I'm sorry I...just don't what to expect," she meowed gritting her teeth. She tried to calm down a lot but it was extremely hard. Contraction, one after the other kept coming on stronger and stronger. She saw the herbs and the stick. She wanted the stick to bite down on. She reach out a shaky paw and tried to snatch it on her claws to put in her mouth.
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Post by Falconflight on Sept 27, 2012 18:58:59 GMT -7
Falcon smiled and pushed the stick closer to her. "It's ok, just bite down on that when the pain comes."
He used his paw to make gentle circles on the queens stomach as he measured and timed the contractions. The first kit should be coming along any minute, although it was difficult to tell just how many she was having.
Most of the herbs were just in case she was going to have a difficult birth. It was her first after all.
[Heh, apart from the ones you've already decided on. There should be one really weak one or something. It would be dramatic. It might also make a reason for Willowkit to want to stay or something, to take care of it with you. I demand one to be named after me! No, no, just kidding.]
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Post by Whiteowl on Sept 27, 2012 19:07:32 GMT -7
(Ok I'll name the seventh one Falconkit. I'm serious, because I can't think of anymore names. The chasteberries should have the side-affect of making you have a lot more kits)
Whiteowl got the stick in her mouth and felt the next contraction coming on. The first kit was on it's way. She pushed hard out the first kit. She felt it come out and it was a little white she-cat like herself. she licked the kit fiercely."I think Snowkit is a perfect name," she meowed a little hoarsly.
The next contraction came and she started pushing the second kit out. She gasped when it came out. It was a silver tom that looked just like Wolfstar."I'll name him Silverkit," she meowed."Where's Wolfstar," she gasped as another contraction gripped her and the third kit was on it's way.
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Post by Falconflight on Sept 27, 2012 19:18:27 GMT -7
He took both kits and placed them beside the queen's belly, sniffing them both to see if they were doing ok. Nodding in satisfaction, he turned back to Whiteowl to make sure she was doing ok so far, sometimes birthing rapidly like this was dangerous. But luckily there wasn't any sign of blood, not yet.
Running his tail over her stomach soothingly, he kept a close eye on her and the kits.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he is coming."
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Post by Whiteowl on Sept 27, 2012 19:31:44 GMT -7
(Sure you can chose any of them. I don't know yet. If no one takes them then I'll be one of them)
Whiteowl gave a cort nod and felt the third kit slip out onto the nest. It was a silver white and black patched she-cat. She licked her fiercely and placed her at her belly."I like the name Icykit for her," she meowed with a small smile.
The next contraction came and the fourth kit slipped out onto the nest. It was a dark gray tom and he was the biggest so far."Lightkit," she meowed in almosta whisper. She had four kits and felt that more were coming. She didn't know how much more she could take of this though.
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Post by Falconflight on Sept 27, 2012 19:34:25 GMT -7
"Lie down and forget about naming them if it takes that much energy. I can take care of the kits, you just concentrate."
He was slightly worried that there seemed to be more coming, a little this large may very well be life threatening for a queen, especially if it was her first litter. Bending over, he sniffed Whiteowl first then the other kits, they all seemed healthy enough.
"How are you feeling Whiteowl?"
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Post by Whiteowl on Sept 27, 2012 19:49:18 GMT -7
Whiteowl nodded her head and concretrated. The next kit was coming. A fifth kit. She pushed hard and it was a black and white she-cat. She snapped the stick in half and breathed hard in her nest. She felt some blood come out and she was in horrible pain."I'm just...tired," she meowed a lie and it was really obvious too.
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Post by Falconflight on Sept 27, 2012 19:54:30 GMT -7
Falconflight was alarmed but kept a calm face when he saw the blood. Quickly taking care of the fifth kit, he placed it beside his siblings then glanced at the broken stick, she would have to go without.
Pawing three of the raspberry leaves over to the queen, he smiled encouragingly.
"Eat other quickly ok, you're going to be fine."
Of course he knew she was lying and there were still more kits to come.
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