The Kits...? (open)

[nightfire]

OOC: OK, Drizzlemist is having kits now, because I'll get bored playing someone stuck in the nursery all day. She is having three kits, and anyone who wants a kit, PM me and it's yours.

IC: Drizzlemist lay on the floor of the nursery, surrounded by the soft bedding the apprentices provided. Sighing, the she-cat rose to her paws, only to sit down again with a grunt. The queen looked despondently at her swollen belly, wishing she could leave this stuffy nursery and protect her Clan like a warrior should. Then she thought of the kits to come, and tenderness filled her heart. Sighing again, she lay back down in the nest. "LunerClan, let the kits come soon," she breathed. Suddenly a sharp pain stabbed through her midsection. "Not that soon!" she gasped quietly. Drizzlemist let out a low moan, hoping someone would hear and ease her pain.

[[Lunatic]]

Silverkit bounded over.
"Drizzlemist? What's going--" Her eyes widened. "Th-bu-are the kits coming? Should-should I fetch Tawnystorm?"
The poor kit didn't know what to do--she'd never seen someone kit. Silverkit's icy-blue eyes were a mixture of shock, wonder, and a little bit of fear--she had heard cats talking about kitting going wrong, resulting in the death of the mother, the kits, or both.

[nightfire]

"Yes..." Drizzlemist gasped. "Tawnystorm... I need her...." The queen hardly seemed to know who she was talking to. "Please, get her." Drizzlemist let out a wheeze, her faded green eyes clouded. She turned to Silverkit and blinked. "What... you shouldn't be here for this... it's not pretty. Fetch Tawnystorm please." Drizzlemist groaned, her eyes clouding again.

[[Lunatic]]

Silverkit nodded, breathless, and ran to fetch Tawnystorm.

[Mynt]

Moonpaw, Tawnystorm's apprentice, bounded into the nursery, her mouth full of herbs. "What do you need?" she asked Drizzlemist. "I've brought borage leaves to help you make more milk." the apprentice lay the leaves next to the queen. "Eat these." she instructed, hoping that she was giving Drizzlemist the right herbs. She watched the queen nervously, as she had never seen someone kit either.

[[Lunatic]]

Silverkit bounded over, but stayed a little behind Moonpaw. She had heard about a few kittings, and knew that when the kits came, someone had to lick them, or something like that. Her icy-blue eyes remained somewhat fearful, but now alert.

[nightfire]

Drizzlemist turned her head and grabbed a mouthful of leaves. She chewed carefully, then swallowed hard, her throat dry. "Can you get me water?" she asked breathlessly. "And something to kill the pain?" Her eyes clouded slightly again. "Or would pain-killing herbs be bad for the kits? I don't know..." She took another small mouthful of borage, then nearly choked on them with a gasp of pain. "Water, please... Silverkit, you don't want to see this. The kits are coming soon."

[[Lunatic]]

Silverkit hesitated, then nodded and left the Nursery, but returned moments later with some moss drenched in water. She dropped it by the queen, then ran out without a word, praying to StarClan everything would be all right..

[nightfire]

Drizzlemist gratefully drank the water from the moss, licking every last drop. Then she turned back to the bitter borage and began to chew, thinking If it helps my kits... I will do anything for them, even though they are not yet born. "It won't be long now," she said aloud, wondering if she meant to reassure Moonpaw or if she was just talking to herself.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~the kits came~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Drizzlemist's flanks heaved, and she turned to gently lick her three newborns. Then she lay down again. "I'm so weak now," she whispered, wondering why.

[Mynt]

Moonpaw nodded. "You need to rest now." she meowed. She then began to lick each kit, and make sure they were all breathing healthy. Genlty she nudged them against their mother's belly to suckle. "Rest, and call me if you need anything else." Moonpaw mewed, and left the nursery. The kits are so cute! she thought as she headed to her den.