[ti]Open[/ti]Second to None

[Cosima]

OLIVENOSE - -

The dust had settled in the nursery after the birth of Olivenose's second litter. Four kits, freshly cleaned of their afterbirth. She had yet to officially name them, but had a few names in mind. There was three she-kits and a tom-kit, the majority female just as her previous litter had been.

The first to be born was the loudest, a torbie she-kit with a white belly and paws. Her mewls were constant as if she was leading a command! She had her mother and grandmother's pelt, and possibly their loving attitude, as well. The second, a dark-pelted tabby who seemed to mewl here and there. Perhaps she was the first kit's yes-man? She thought, laughing a bit. Of course, the kits of Blackheart would be planning some battle strategy from the day of their birth. The third, the only tom, was relatively quiet. He mewled but once since his birth. He definitely was the spy of the group, laying low to gain information from the enemy! The final she-kit, however, was mewling when the first was not. She could possibly be trying to one-up the ringleader! Or maybe she's the second-in-command? There was no possible way to tell if their mewling patterns would suggest their personalities in life, but it sure was funny to make up a story!

Just then, her daughter Beetlepaw from her previous litter, slid into the nursery. Beetlepaw was present for the birth, but she returned to the den to fetch some herbs or something. She was Larkbeat's apprentice, so of course she had to check back up on Ivyclan's newest battalion- I mean, litter! "Come look," She meowed gently, inviting her daughter and anyone who cared to visit to meet them.

BEETLEPAW - -

When the young medicine cat apprentice found out her mother was expecting, she was excited! She had assisted in delivering a few litters in her training, but now she had the opportunity to help with her own mother's litter. The time had come and passed with a smooth delivery. The nursery was calm now, and she returned to Larkbeat's den to let the queen acquaint with her kittens. Once she had finished her duties in the den, she returned to the nursery with a few borage leaves for Olivenose to chew.

Pushing away a stray branch that covered the nursery, she nodded at her mother's invitation to come closer. "I brought you some borage leaves to eat. These will help you produce better milk." She explained, setting the leaves aside. She had only taken a glance at them and she was in love. "Oh my Starclan," Beetlepaw cooed, laying down beside them possibly a little too close. "Oh, I'm sorry..." She re-arranged herself so she wasn't smothering the tiny ones. "They're beautiful, mama. You did great!" As a medicine cat, she was not allowed by Starclan to have kits. However, she wasn't upset. She didn't care if she couldn't have her own litter, and not having a mate didn't bother her. If she wanted to see kits, all she had to do was visit the nursery. All of the cute kittens she could ask for, without having to mother them herself!

((OOC: KingHarry meet ur heckin children, and everyone is welcome!))

[M'Lady]

Graceful, poised, elegant. Owlstar always strode through her camp, through the world, with these attributes weighing down her very paws. She slid from her perch on the High Ledge, and moved silently and gently through the camp, nodding hellos here and there to her senior warriors in acknowledgement. She didn't say a word, until she slipped carefully into the nursery, as quiet as always. She noticed Beetlepaw was already there, a diligent daughter and a diligent medicine cat. Owlstar smiled slightly. She would be a good adviser in the future, she could already tell.

"Olivenose," She hummed softly, the warmth of her voice permeating the very air. She slipped around Beetlepaw to get a better view, yellow eyes flickering as they settled on the tiny little bundles of fur that were curled in the curve of Olivenose's belly. She smiled, but didn't draw any closer.
"I heard the kitting went well, I came to offer my congratulations." The leader spoke, her soft black ears flicking forward as she caught their little breaths. A pang echoed in her heart. She'd never have another litter... But... She studied them for another moment in silence, and her smile melted with emotion. She'd have all the kits in the clan as her family, as leader they were hers to watch out for, take care of, advise, name. This was okay, this was good. Even Olivenose, bless her young heart, was part of her family.

"I shall send my prayers and good wishes to Starclan for their continuing health."

[Miss Tactical]

The gray she-cat perked her ears. There were cats talking about Olivenose's kitting. It must have gone well. She blinked her blue eyes slowly before trotting a fox tails length out of camp. With delicate paws she ripped up moss and forming it into a slight ball. After a kitting, queens were usually tired. That and more often than not mothers were more concerned with the health of their bundles than the health of themselves. She hummed to herself ever so softly, a small tune her mother used to hum to herself and her siblings. Her eyes were bright as she dipped her newly formed mossball into a pool of water. She dunked it a few times before pushing the water out with her claws, she wanted to make sure it was clean and fresh. Finally she dunked it once more water soaking in deep. "Very good very good." She whispered.


She picked up her water ball delicately with her teeth, and walked at a rather slow pace to make sure none of it leaked. She poked her head into the nursery and saw Owlstar inside. Owlstar was always the first to greet litters, she was a great leader and Waveflower admired that. She placed the Moss ball down besides the queen before dipping her head respectfully. Queens provided the clans with a new generation of warriors. They were very important. "Here is some fresh water for you Olivenose...congratulations." Waveflower was a she-cat of little word, she didn't speak much. She looked at the kits and smiled. "Have you named them?"

[Cosima]

OLIVENOSE - -

The queen's ears pricked as a familiar face slipped into the nursery. "Oh, hey, Owlstar," She whispered, dipping her head. She had fond memories with the Ivyclan leader and hoped to have many more.

"I heard the kitting went well, I came to offer my congratulations." Olivenose smiled brightly and nodded. "Yes, it did! It was smoother than before. Thank you so much." She watched as Owlstar examined each kit carefully. She was aware of how Owlstar had been hurting recently with the loss of not one, but two kits. They were not dead, but in her heart, they were lost. She scanned Owlstar's as she looked at these new lives and saw the emotion in them. She was doing okay.

"I shall send my prayers and good wishes to Starclan for their continuing health."

After Owlstar had finished speaking, another cat slipped in carrying a bundle of moss. It was Waveflower, who did not mentor her as an apprentice, but she vastly looked up to the older, wiser she-cat. "Hello, Waveflower!" She meowed, beckoning the quiet warrior near. "Here is some fresh water for you Olivenose...congratulations." She nodded thankfully, and began to drink. She was quite parched and this mossball was the best thing for her in this situation. "Ahh, thank you so much, Waveflower."

She was then asked if she had any ideas for names. "Hmm," She smirked, gazing at the little ones. She pointed her nose at the small tabby tom-kit and smiled. "There isn't a name more suited for this one than Foxkit." The name felt weird on her lips. "My brother was Foxpaw. I'm sure you remember when he protected the nursery during the wildfire and helped the queens and their kits escape. He was an orange tabby, too, but he had less white on his fur." She sighed. "I miss him dearly. I pray that with this name, Foxkit will have Foxpaw's bravery, spirit, and love for his clan."

The queen then sniffed at the next kit, a black and white she-kit. She was the last-born, so naturally she was somewhat smaller than the rest. "She shall be named Molekit. I'm not sure why, but those little creatures are strong and quick. The name suits her well with her black fur!" 

The first kit to be born was a calico tabby. "She's a loud one," She joked. "Her fur and cries remind me of a kestrel. Therefore, she shall be Kestrelkit." She was very pleased with this name.

However, she reached the last kit and could not think of a name. She was average sized, a darker brown tabby kitten. Perhaps Blackheart could help in naming this kit if he had any ideas. She was certain he would think of something brilliant.

[M'Lady]

Owlstar glanced up as another warrior came close, and gave a brief nod of greeting to Waveflower before all her attentions focused on Olivenose once again. Despite all that's happened, the queen was still a dear friend and a loyal warrior. If she could raise these kits to be true warriors of Ivyclan like the last ones, then that was all Owlstar needed.

She smiled as she began to tell them the names of the kits, her yellow eyes focusing on Foxpaw. She didn't say anything for a moment, wondering if Foxpaw was up in Starclan, watching these kits silently. She nodded slightly at the queen's words. "I remember. He was a good tom, a good apprentice. He deserved more than we could give him." She sighed softly, but then leaned in a bit closer to study Foxkit. "This young one sure has a name to live up to."

Olivenose continued, and Owlstar fell silent once again. Molekit, Kestrelkit, all good names... She would never name kits again, but, she would name warriors. That thought made her happier. Warriors that deserved, that earned their names. Not disloyal kits. Not children that she spent her lifetime carefully considering what she'd name them, what her family would be like. Her family was her clan, she never should've forgotten that in the first place. She glanced up when she noticed that Olivenose had paused on the last kit, where she hadn't hesitated for the others. Yellow eyes gleamed in sympathy, and she ran her tail over the queen's flank.

"Blackheart will think of something." She reassured her, with another warm smile despite the pang in her heart. Oh, Blackheart. A loyal Ivyclan warrior, as serious and dedicated as they could be. She'd loved him too. Maybe she still did, she couldn't feel much of love anymore. Not that kind. With Rainfur too sad to be by her side, she'd forgotten what his love felt like. Where had the days gone, with shameless flirting and walks in the woods? He didn't even call her his nicknames anymore. Did he blame her? She should move on from him, honestly. She was better off alone.

"Has he come by yet? I could send a warrior out to find him if he's on patrol."

[Mama]

Goldenkit was talking a nap, a rather lovely one to be honest,but the sound of rustling woke the young kit from his slumber. The giant Tom has a nest in the corner of the nursery, never complaining though it was a bit lonely. Shaking a bit of moss from his head, he got to his feet with a deep rumble and stretched out.

What was that? His attention focused on Owlstar and Olivenose before he tasted something else..? It was kits! He excitedly scrambled towards them, slowing down halfway to try and tiptoe to not scare the little ones with his giant pawsteps. "Oh, they're so cute!" The Tom chirped before giving one of his happy chittering noises.

[Miss Tactical]

Waveflower listened with intent as each of the names were listed. The first one being Foxkit. Waveflower sighed softly, remembering the tom herself. He had been so brave. "He went to StarClan with a warrior spirit Olivenose. That is something ANY cat would admire." She gently laid her tail on Foxkit, giving the tom a quick pat. Yes this was a tom who would Share Foxpaws spirit. She could already tell. As each name was listed she nodded, Very nice names. IvyClan was certainly strong and would continue to get stronger. It was a great honor to be apart of such a great clan.

She watched as Goldenkit came over and she chuckled so slightly. "Goldenkit, you may need a den of your own soon." The tom was getting very large. He would make a great asset to the clan one day! She looked at the last kit, whom had yet to be named. Olivenose mentioned Blackheart would be naming him. She purred warmly. "I am sure he will think of something very nice." She mewed Echoing Owlstars words.