Post by Rendezvous on May 12, 2013 19:12:29 GMT -5
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Surprisingly, the loner's dreams weren't plagued with nightmarish ideas of what 'clan life' would be like in reality. Shira didn't want to stay in this camp, crowded by cats of different natures. Yet, she had no choice. She was unable to fend for herself outside of the camp, and there wasn't even the slightest possibility that she would be able to defend herself from foxes, badgers or other cats. Unfortunately, Shira knew that her kits would be coming soon, much too soon. Yet, she wasn't truly sure how soon that was going to be.
Soon, was to be today. The she-cat awoke with a start, her eyes widened as she looked around the medicine cat den, unaware of her surroundings for a brief moment. What was that? She had felt an immense pain, but no one was attacking her, no the pain was coming from elsewhere. My kits. She thought immediately before hissing and flattening her ears. Sure, common sense had told her having kits would be painful, but really?
"Russetstone!" She hissed through her teeth as she unsheathed her claws, obviously not wanting any unfamiliar cats near her during this time, unless they wanted to have a nice new face. It was bad enough that she had to endure things like this in close proximity to other cats, which probably added to her frustration. "The kits!" She exclaimed soon after as she almost worked herself up into a panic.
What was she supposed to do? She didn't know how to handle situations like these, she was completely unprepared. Everything was falling onto her shoulders much too fast, too fast for her to be able to keep up. Eventually her maternal instincts kicked in and allowed her to concentrate on the task ahead. The medicine cat was nowhere to be found, yet she didn't need some star-gazing herb collector to tell her how to properly give birth to kits.
Between moments of panting and cursing, she managed to push out a kit, a tiny tom. Acknowledging this, the she-cat looked over and observed the tabby tom before moving to clean the messy beast, realizing that the tom wasn't breathing. "He's not breathing.." She breathed as she continued to clean the tom regardless, determined to will his little heart to beat. Come on little one.. She thought to herself as she vigorously licked the tom's wet fur, she refused to have her kit die today. I didn't risk crossing boundaries for nothing! Fortunately, after a couple of moments the little tom let out a high-pitched mew as he swung his little head side to side. "Alive..." She spoke softly, wincing as she felt the pains of another kit.
The flame-point she-cat was already exhausted from the previous little one, how did she expect to be able to perform the miracle again? Before things got out of paw, she looked to the tiny kit who was moving towards her belly. "Oakkit...his name is Oakkit..for he has a heart as strong as an oak." Shira wanted to respect her mate's way of life, the way of the clans. She knew of the strange suffixes that the clan cats held to their names, and since these kits were to be born within a clan, they would grow up around their customs.
Alas, Shira refused to change her own name, for it was all she had from her previous life, before everything started to fall apart. She would never feel at home either, no matter what happened. So their children were to carry on in the clans, and she wasn't going to be like her parents. Shira was going to stay and make a family.
Glancing at her mate, she braced herself for the next kit.
