[ti]Open[/ti]The Entrance Of Evil

[Yanpaii]

Mocha, Eaglewing & Hawk

Mocha and Eaglewing nested in a small cave as their 6 bundles of joy began to open their eyes. They were a mixture of browns, with a hint of cinnamon. Eaglewing looked over his kits, he was sure they'd all become strong fighters. "You may name them" mewed Mocha softly as she gestured towards her litter, smiling warmly at their vicious father. Eaglewing narrowed his sky blue eyes as he thought deeply, he wanted them all to sound ferocious...

"That one can be named Vulture. He'll probably be a good scavenger and is to be feared by the weak and vulnerable" he meowed as he gestured towards the 1st born. Then he turned to face the 2nd born, also a tom. "I name this kit Owl. He'll most likely make wise decisions and shall be strong in the night" he purred as he nosed the small tom.

Eaglewing then faced his 3rd born son, who had short yet sharp claws. "This kit, shall be known as Buzzard. He will claw out our enemies eye with no remorse!" he mewed enthusiastically as he moved on to the 4th kit. "This one can be Falcon kit. He will be brave and fearless, he'll most likely be a great fighter like me" Eaglewing purred cockily as he chucked to his own remarks.

Eaglewing took a pause as he looked at the 5th kit, his eyes were a striking yellow and really stuck out. "This kit shall be known as Hawk kit. His golden eyes shall embed fear in our enemies as he claws them to pieces" he chuckled, he was sure his 5 sons would be amazing fighters just like him. He'd train them into reckless cats who craved the bloodshed of the clans. Then, Eaglewing bit back an unsatisfied hiss as his eyes fell upon the 6th kit, a she-cat. Her tail was curled strangely, any cat could grab it and pull her down. Definitely, a set back for fighting. "I had always hoped for a daughter, but this is a disappointment" he hissed under his breath, "This kit will be named Robin" he grumbled.

Mocha eyed Eaglewing. "What is your reasoning? you gave the others a good reason for their names" Mocha mewed curiously. Eaglewing growled as he glared back into his mates eyes, "She doesn't deserve one, just look at her! Her tail is all deformed and that's bad for fighting since it's a target!" Eaglewing spat aggressively as his mates eyes were glued to her daughter. "Then Robin will be named for her beauty. You may think she is unattractive but her tail is uniquely cute" Mocha mewed sympathetically as she brought Robin closer to her. Eaglewing was obviously unpleased with the molly's answer, he saw nothing good in Robin. He wanted to kill her off right there and then, "If you like her so much, you can keep her" he spat, but Mocha was unphased.

"I'd be an honor to keep her, I'll train her myself but don't expect her to be seen in the rogue group any time soon" Mocha mewed warmly as she groomed all of her kits, she loved them all equally even though Eaglewing didn't.

Miss Tactical mewmehh chickenbatnana bird Mama

[mewmehh]

Among the cinnamon and chocolately brown bundles at Mocha’s side, a particular tawny form wiggled and fought for his mother’s belly against his littermates. Eyes closed tightly and petal-shaped ears flattened against his head, the little tom now named Buzzard pushed and prodded blindly before latching onto the queen’s tummy for milk, batting and kicking at his littermates who got too close.

[Miss Tactical]

Aster had watched from afar, ready with the freshly stolen herbs from IvyClan and MistClan. She blinked slowly as six kits were born, luckily, Mochas kitting went smoothly, but she couldn't say so for the kits. She listened intently flicking an ear as each of the kits were named. It was when the last kit was named that the older tom seemed resentful. The she-kit had a kink in her tail causing it to curl. She frowned slightly, just what they needed. However a kit was still a kit. "May I?" She mewed softly. She was no expert in thing such as this, she could treat basic wounds and help when needed but this was something that was out of her expertise.

She didn't wait for Mocha to answer before she placed her paws on her tail feeling the bones. She made a few noises gently pushing, it was clear her bones in her tail were curved causing her to have a tail such as the one she had. "We could break her tail if that is such an issue for you Eaglewing. However it would be EXTREMLY painful to break it, and there is no guarantee it will heal right, and it could throw off her balance permanently. I do not suggest it." She mewed looking at the kit. She supposed it would be possible for it to heal straight but there was no promise it would.

Aster wasn't a huge fan of the tom, not since the fight they had in IvyClan's territory. "Think of her curled tail this way, a cat would have to even get close enough to her to pull it." She mewed. Whereas other cats who had regular tails could be tugged at, at a distance. 'My tail could be caught at a distance her's would require you to get close. Don't count her out yet. It would amuse me if she was a better fighter than you." She looked at Mocha as well, she seemed to be fairing well, clearly tired. "I will leave you two at peace, let me know if you need anything I'll be around." She mewed softly before stepping away allowing the new parents to enjoy...or in Eaglewings case, insult their new bundles.

[Yanpaii]

Eaglewing

The tom stayed silent as Aster looked over his kit, he honestly didn't care for it at all. "Do whatever you want with her" he growled. His eyes narrowed as he glanced back to the kit, he wasn't going to say anymore with Mocha in the den since she'd claw out his eyeballs. He just listened to Aster in silence, reluctantly nodding at everything she said.

Hawk

Hawk snuggled up to Buzzard as he drunk his mother's warm milk. The little kit didn't understand anything yet but his father's shouting had startled him. Hawk didn't understand most of what was said, but his mother's reaction was horrified enough that he knew it mustn't have been good.

Mocha

Mocha sighed in awe as her kits fed from her and curled up against her thick brown pelt. This had been the she-cats first litter and she wasn't planning to have many more. She gently swept her tongue over Robin, Buzzard and Hawk since she didn't want to wake the rest of the sleeping kits. "You won't be snapping anyones tails, Aster, apart from those belonging to clan cats" the she-cat purred amusingly, her eyes shining with kindness as she eyed her daughter.

[mewmehh]

Buzzard gave a disgruntled squeak as one of his brothers nestled up to him during the loud squawking that could be heard by even his folded up, new ears. He released himself from his mother's belly and blindly raised his head, breathing heavily with his fuzzy maw gaping wide open in an attempt to hiss aloud to all those standing there. It appeared as if the heated conversation held by the adults had annoyed the new kitten to some degree and he was trying to voice himself, much to his chagrin. After a moment, his dusty honey brown body settled back down and latched back onto his mother, making sure to give one of his littermates a quick kick with his tiny back legs.

[bird]

| falcon |

Falcon mewled as he was kicked by one of his littermates, one who he would soon know to be named Buzzard. He kicked back at Buzzard, and if a kit could scowl at anyone, he definitely did in that moment, albeit he was too distracted by his mother's milk to do much more than kick at him. The jabbering of older cats filled his ears, and he tried his best to ignore it, as it didn't make any sense to him and he was trying to do things that were more important in his tiny brain. One day, he would understand the things that other cats spoke of, but for now, he didn't, and he was okay with that.