Riya's Kits

[flamingstar]

A lone she-cat layed on the mossy WindClan nursey, pain going through her body. It was her's kits, and Riya knew it. When the pain stopped, she had five healthy kits, all suckling at her belly, while she bended her head down to lick them clean. The first born kit was a white and black tom, a bit like her mate Blacktail's pelt. The second born was calico she-kit, with just a stripe of white on her tail. A frosty white tom with a speck of black near his left eye, followed by a beautiful she-kit who had a creamy brown pelt with a darker face. The last kit was a little white she-kit, with darker ears and a darker tail. Swiftkit, Lillykit, Dreamkit, Fernkit, and Blizzardkit. Only if Blacktail was here to see them. I'm sure he would love them Riya said to herself as she looked a the five little kits suckling her.

[Snowstar]

The WindClan nursery was so empty, for it had only a few queens inside. This was the first observation one would make if they were to walk inside. Indeed, the Clan had nearly no queens now, and the tiniest of mewls could barely be heard within the wall of undergrowth.

The silence seemed to slice in two, as a high-pitched squeak sounded from the once, quiet and humble nursary. This mew came from a young, new-born tom.
Swiftkit
Squirming around, feeling the soft dirt touch his delicate black paws, the small kit began the quest for his mother. Just brought into the new world, and he was already searching for adventure. A loud mew, sounded from his small throat as he continued his hunt for food. Finally, his back still slithering across the ground, Swiftkit had found his mother's soft stomach and pawed it carefully, sucking the milk with satisfaction. Ears layed flat against his head, as he managed a tiny purr filled with pleasure.

[Rosepaw]

The kit called Lillykit sniffed to her left. It seemed different, and the tiny kit decided that this kit was not the same as her. She felt him mover, and the kit purred when she felt him snuggle next to her. It was warm where she was, and Lillykit wondered why. She extended her paws, feeling out in all directions. On one side, as she already knew, was the cat she would come to know as her brother, Swiftkit. But what were these other balls of fur? In front of her lay a bigger cat, with milk for her to drink. Lillykit suckled for a while, feeling the warmth and rich nutrients seeping into her tiny frame. But, soon, she grew bored, and sniffed to her right. This kit smelled a lot like she did, and she decided it was a girl kit, a she-kit like her, and she purred, already feeling the bond that these kits would share. Beyond the kit she would come to know as Fernkit, she could sense other cats, but all of this exploring had worn out the tiny kit. She fell asleep, purring, with her head on top of her little sister, Fernkit.
(I don't know who has Fernkit, but if they don't want me to have her have a bond, like best friends, with Lillykit, just let me know, and I'll change it. I thought they could because Lillys and Ferns are both flowers, and it'd be cute.)

[Bluedancer]

There was an upheaval, a change, and then all was still. Confusion swamped the small mind, as sounds and scents – previously unheard of things- battered the newborn’s senses. Her mouth opened and closed several times, and a feeble twitching of her paws could be seen. The cream coloured kit’s ears twitched, and she began to scrabble slightly, feeling with tiny pink pads. Everything was darkness, her eyes still closed shut, and so she relied on her ears and paws to guide her.
A warmth washed over her, and the kitten nuzzled into it eagerly, her mouth opening to greedily take in the life-giving liquid. For a while all that could be heard was contented squeaks. Sated, the kitten felt a light touch on her fur, and took in the friendly scent of another she-kit, mixing with the wonderful scents of her mother and other siblings.
She sniffed eagerly at this kit’s scent, a tiny mew escaping her, more like the sound of a mouse than a cat. Her nose delicately traversed the kitten’s fur, and then she fell back, even that little effort overtiring her newborn body.
As a sweet drowsiness took her over, the little kit turned one last time to her mother, burrowing into the softness of her side for comfort. Just as sleep took her, the kitten heard her first real word, whispered above her head. “Fernkit…”

[Rosepaw]

((This will be short, I have to leave soon.))
Lillykit could feel all of the other kits moving around. She squirmed, too, to try and find some milk to drink. The kit was hungry, and she seemed to have an appetite that never ceased. Finding some, she drank until she was full. She thought for a minute, and then reached over with a paw. A warm body greeted her. Purring with delight, Lillykit snuggled in. She rested her head on top of Fernkit once more. Like her sister's her ears were beginning to open. She could hear purring. Lillykit opened one eye a slit and could see blurry furballs before it closed once more in sleep.
((Bye!))

[flamingstar]

Riya lifted her white head, and her gold orbs blinked with tiredness. With a smile, she lay her head to rest back on the ground. Slowly she thought her kits names over in her head.
Swiftkit... Lillykit... Fernkit.... Dreamkit.... Blizzardkit...
Her eyes closed and deep sleep flew into her body. A memorey came into her sleepy mind, it was of him. Blacktail. Sadness grew in Riya's body as she thought about her dead mate. Shall I tell them she asked herself. Minutes pasted a she thought about her question, or It seemed like moons.Yes, you should she finally agreed.

[Maplepaw]

One of the older nursery kits, Maplekit, lay in the back of the nursery, silently watching. Blue green eyes flickered from kit to kit, trying to remember suckling her own mother. As she sank into her memories, only one thing flooded her mind; a sweet aroma that gave her warmth. It was gone now, gone forever. Her mother had died. I am still with you, child, a soft voice whispered in her ear. Maplekit swiveled her head from side to side, searching for her mother's voice. I know, Maplekit thought silently. I know. Maplekit's attention quickly snapped back to Riya and her kits. Suddenly, a sympathetic feeling for Riya swamped her body. Maplekit knew that Riya's mate was now hunting with StarClan. How would she tell her kits? How would their young minds handle, much less understand, death? Maplekit knew that, at five moons old, she barely did. Maplekit sighed, and padded over to Riya. She liked the queen; she was nice, caring, and above all, understanding. Maplekit knew that she could talk to Riya whenever she was in doubt. She settled herself down next to the sleeping mother, and gave her pelt a soft lick. Thank you, Maplekit thought, for everything.