Post by silverfang218 on Mar 11, 2018 6:31:47 GMT
Content was the word that most accurately described the black queen at the moment. She had asked Ravenwing to go fetch her some freshkill and the tom had left like a flash, presumably getting food as fast as possible so he can return to gushing about their beautiful kits. Her tail curls around the kittens as an emerald eye lazily opens to look over the little balls of fluff nestled into her side. One kit stood out from the fluffs; her icy white coat looking a bit strange against the mostly black fur of her siblings. Almost like a star in the night sky. With that in mind, Nightfur had insisted they name her after the recently deceased Frostheart, the leader who took them away from the fire that killed so many of Night’s previous litter.
As Frostkit began to stir, another fluffy head pops up. This one, Firekit, immediately forces his eyes open and stares straight up at Momma Nightfur. She is taken aback by the intensity of his red eyes; the gaze seems to hold all the force of the fire he was named for as he stares into her equally intense green eyes. The moment only lasts a heartbeat, though, as his eyes quickly close again when he yawns. His gaze immediately searches around since little Firekit doesn’t seem to be ready to go back to sleep. The kit pulls himself to his paws and begins to bail, falling over Night’s tail onto his nose with a squeak before swiftly hopping back up and continuing his escape. That one I’m going to have to keep a close eye on, Nightfur purrs at the thought, watching her little escape artist. She doesn’t make a move to stop him, however, assuming that Ravenwing will catch the kit as he comes back, before the little rascal gets too far.
The dark queen’s tail curls tightly around the remaining kits, a soft chuckle escaping her as her gaze washes over her litter. She leans down to lick the green-eyed kit between the ears. Ashkit, she had decided to call this one. She is named after Ashlark, the cat who dove into the fire to save her own little daughter only for her lungs to give out shortly afterwards. She moves on to grooming her two little blue eyed kits. The male was named Icekit, as the clans had arrived in their new home just before the snowy moons. The female was Minnowkit; her mate had named this one, just as she promised he could when she first told him she was expecting. If he had his way all of their kits would be named after various fish, but she had managed to talk him out of that… though she had allowed him the one.
She purrs as she looks over her four remaining kits. Ah yes, these next couple moons will be interesting to say the least.
As Frostkit began to stir, another fluffy head pops up. This one, Firekit, immediately forces his eyes open and stares straight up at Momma Nightfur. She is taken aback by the intensity of his red eyes; the gaze seems to hold all the force of the fire he was named for as he stares into her equally intense green eyes. The moment only lasts a heartbeat, though, as his eyes quickly close again when he yawns. His gaze immediately searches around since little Firekit doesn’t seem to be ready to go back to sleep. The kit pulls himself to his paws and begins to bail, falling over Night’s tail onto his nose with a squeak before swiftly hopping back up and continuing his escape. That one I’m going to have to keep a close eye on, Nightfur purrs at the thought, watching her little escape artist. She doesn’t make a move to stop him, however, assuming that Ravenwing will catch the kit as he comes back, before the little rascal gets too far.
The dark queen’s tail curls tightly around the remaining kits, a soft chuckle escaping her as her gaze washes over her litter. She leans down to lick the green-eyed kit between the ears. Ashkit, she had decided to call this one. She is named after Ashlark, the cat who dove into the fire to save her own little daughter only for her lungs to give out shortly afterwards. She moves on to grooming her two little blue eyed kits. The male was named Icekit, as the clans had arrived in their new home just before the snowy moons. The female was Minnowkit; her mate had named this one, just as she promised he could when she first told him she was expecting. If he had his way all of their kits would be named after various fish, but she had managed to talk him out of that… though she had allowed him the one.
She purrs as she looks over her four remaining kits. Ah yes, these next couple moons will be interesting to say the least.