Raccoontail's kitting

[Skye]

ooc: I apologize for the length of this thread. This was a plot Red and I came up with :3 if you're confused well... sorry >.< to make it less confusing. Italics=StarClan mmkay?

The night had been a long one. Raccoontail still hadn't found time to tell Pyrostar about her expecting kits. The she-cat didn't really show so she had been able to get away with it. She also didn't want to move into the nursery as that would have been a dead give away. So instead she was determined to stay in the warriors den until it was time.

The ginger and white she-cat tossed and turned all night that night. She also found herself panting and incredibly uncomfortable. Standing up she looked around. It was a good thing that everyone else had been sleeping. After she forced herself to her paws, she padded slowly towards the nursery. This was the one thing she had feared, not being able to be a warrior. Having to be stuck in the nursery, for 6 more moons. This would not be fun.

The she-cat had already prepared her nest, no one questioned her. ThunderClan currently had no nursing queens, just she-cats who enjoyed the nursery. She circled around and lied on her side. Her chest was rising and falling slowly. Soon it would be time. Just on cue, the she-cat let out a loud terrible screech. If cats had been sleeping. They certainly weren't now....

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The older gray tom opened his eyes. ThunderClan's past leader looked around."Where am i?" This wasn't StarClan. He was wandering in pitch darkness. He knew what had happened. His own nephew had killed him. He dug his claws into the nothingness of this realm and let out a mighty growl. His sea green eyes reflected his pain. He at least wanted to die in a noble matter. Not something like this.

"You are in a realm between life and death, Skystar it wasn't YOUR turn to lead ThunderClan when you did, you changed your path so many times, StarClan has chosen to send you back. You are currently being born again...your father is Pyrostar...you will forget all of this, StarClan will guide you again young Skykit. We will tell you the truth when the time is right..."
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Raccoontail screeched once more. The pain was unbearable."SOMEONE WAKE PYROSTAR!!! MY KITS...MY KITS ARE COMING! SOMEONE GRAB PATCHFEATHER....MY KITS!" She screeched as wave after wave hit her, but...it seemed like nothing was happening.

[Foxpaw]

Shrewleap woke with a start, leaping to her paws, fur bristling. She swiftly looked to the nest to the right of her, where her brother was scrambling to his paws, long ginger pelt in disarray. Her head swung to her left, only to find her best friend's nest completely empty. Ice running through her veins, she pelted off, coming to a screeching halt as she heard the she-cat's request. The tiny she-cat quickly changed directions and was in the leader's den in moments. "Pyrostar! Raccoontail's kitting!" she panted, eyes wide, tail twitching anxiously.

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The thunderclan leader was sound asleep when he had herd a noise. Pyrostar! Raccoontail's kitting! He jumped out of his nest and almost lost balance. Wait Kitting? he thought to himself. He rushed into the nursery and looked at his mate. Why didn't she tell me?! Why did it have to be a surprise? Did I really mess up badly now? Oh I hope when I tell her that nothing will go wrong. But when can I tell her, certainly not now. The thunderclan leader thought. He looked around and didn't see Patchfeather. Where is she?

[Skye]

Raccoontail's eyes closed, then opened again as her eyes fell on ThunderClan's deputy and Raccoontail's closest friend of all. The ginger and white she-cat tried to purr as she saw her but it got caught in her throat. at least she was here. Then she heard her voice call to Pyrostar. 'Raccoontail is kitting!'. The ginger and white shea-cat could only imagine what was going through her mates head. Considering he didn't know, but everyone else did.

With a wild screech, Raccoontail pushed. The pressure was just way to built up. The first born was a ginger tom with white markings. Raccoontail looked at her first born kit. She didn't feel anymore pain."Flamekit...." she mewed. She gave him a few swift licks.

Once again pressure built up in her lower abdomen. She thought Flamekit had been the only one. She pushed once more, one kit, then a second, and once again the pressure was gone. The second born kit was a white tom with ginger stripes. The third born, a little she-kit ginger, gray and white. Her eyes brightened just like her heart when she saw the three of them."Eaglekit, and Brightkit." She mewed.

She licked each one of them and lay her head down. She didn't feel any more pressure. It seemed like long moments. The queen had sat up, and looked at everyone. With a large screech she layed back down. There was one more kit, the runt of the litter. She pushed and the tom was soon born. He was a gray and white tom. She looked at him and knew."You my little one, will be named after ThunderClan's most noble leader....Skykit will be your name" She looked up.

A small crowd had finally gathered. Each one taken their turn to look at ThunderClan's new kits with awe. It was just half a moon ago that Goldenheart's mates had his kits. It would be a full nursery for sure."a happy family we will be...."

[Foxpaw]

Shrewleap raced into the nursery after her leader, green eyes wide as she took in the sight of her best friend crumbled in pain, about to bring new life into the world. It was both amazing and scary, and she was sure the kits would be wonderful. She saw out of the corner of her eye Goldenheart and Nightstrike ushering three sleepy, complaining bundles of fur out of the nursery to give the queen some peace while she delivered, flicking a little ginger and white she-cat with her tail as she tried to break away and rush to see what was happening.

When she focused back on the other she-cat, her eyes widened as the first kit was born. She relaxed, eyes bright and features cheerful. It seemed like a fairly easy birth. Painful, but that was to be expected. The kits were beautiful and handsome each in his or her own right, healthy and strong. "They're wonderful," she purred to her friend, touching her nose to her ear. The relief was clear in her every feature. She had been worried for Raccoontail these past couple of moons as she grew heavy with kits and refused to come to the nursery. But everything turned out perfect in the end.

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Pyrostar looked at his mate as the kits came out. His eyes wide and full of fear because he didn't want to lose her but by the fourth kit she seemed to be doing okay. She has a strong body He thought. He liked the names accepted for the last one, skykit. Why does she have to name the kit after skystar? I didn't want this but then he's in starclan, nothing will stop me. He thought. He walked over to his mate and nuzzled her and each one of the kits. "When they become apprentices, I will let you have one to apprentice. Unless you don't want to" He said with a smile. "Now I give Starclan's thanks for these healthy kits. Thunderclan is growing stronger now!" He said.

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[Skye]

Raccoontail rolled her eyes and let them close. She opened them once more before looking at her four suckling and healthy kits. Her tired body just wanted to sleep but she couldn't sleep, not knowing that her kits had just arrived. She wrapped her ginger ringed tail around each of them before looking at her mate."healthy kits indeed....which will in time turn into strong apprentices and warriors, just like you, and Skystar." She mewed thinking about Pyrostars uncle."You must miss him so much....I'm grateful StarClan blessed us with a kit that looks just like him"