Delecttric - thanks! I'm glad your enjoying the story! And you may or may not have guessed part of the setting XD!
Puppydogs68- You don't have to wait much longer heh!
Lovewind (guest) - Here is le next chapter!
Hollyfrost666- I'm glad!
Note: Kits are born in this chapter, no descriptions but they will be born!
Now I better go stop lion and wolf from finding a reason to argue..
I wrinkled my nose as another pine-needle landed on my nose. Carpets of frost were covered with scatterings of them, yet I had never gotten used to it. My brother, however, loved to dive through piles of them that he collected- sending them flying through the air! I was yet to venture outside of camp, and today would be the day I did so.. after the birthing. It had been four sunrises since I had been through the ceremony and I had been busy learning leader-y stuff. Wincing, I watched as the experienced-kitter ran back in to the nursery as another pain-filled yowl filled the air. Oak was pacing outside the den, worrying for his kitting mate.
I noticed my paws were heading the ground in anticipation. I do want to meet the kits.. I smiled to myself softly. I guess it was because I'd never met a kit before, other than lion Ofcourse (did that tom count? He was nuttier than squirrel droppings!)
"We need a healer." I remarked as another yowl of pain split the air - this time a weaker sound but still full of the same determination as before, Mothers determination. I flattened my ears as a final yowl signalled the end of the kitting. My mother raced out of the den again, speaking to Oak in hushed tones. My tail flicked and my ears pricked slightly as Oak bounded in. The den erupted with purrs and I knew all was right.
Padding to the prey-cave, I picked a small thrush up and padded back. The nursers-den was a large, well-protected den made of gorse and brambles. Inside, it was dug down a bit, making the inside have a circular effect.
I padded in, and gasped as I saw the kits. One was a pale-grey she-cat who lay snuggled up against her mother's side, content after her feeding. The second was a stunning tortoiseshell she-cat who was yet to finish eating, she was latched into her mother's side. The third and final kit was a brown-tom with a bland, plain pelt. He was sat a little way away from his siblings and was the smallest. I instantly wanted to curl up around him and protect him from the world.
The parents looked up, tense as I entered. I went red with embarrassment and dipped my head, "I - I brought a thrush. Your kits are adorable." I added, my tail flicking from side to side gently and I relaxed as they grew less tense.
"I'm sorry if I was disturbing anything!" I dropped the thrush and whirled around, padding outside of the den.
What shall the kits be called?! The tom has a peculiar swirl on his forehead - can you help me name them guys?
-Fizz.
