[ti]Open[/ti]Beautiful Birth

[karambito]

Shrewjaw

Pacing in front of the nursery, Shrewjaw had been sent to wait by Silverfang outside of the nursery. Being unable to be next to his kitting mate who was most likely in pain, the tom cat had become more anxious and more worried by the second. That was typical of him though, he couldn't help, Dewshine was his love and his best friend. The two warriors had waited for this day for so many moons. Each fail had disheartened them, each miscarriage, but now she was actually kitting, with real, alive kits. What if he was a bad father to them? What if they didn't like them? What if one died? What is Dewshine died? Breathing shakily, Shrewjaw tried to push these thoughts away as he tried to calm himself by sitting in the warm sun, close to the nursery. "It will be okay" he thought, whispering to himself to calm himself and wishing his mate could hear him. Shrewjaw smiled as he thought of their children, how they would be so tiny and how one would look like Dewshine. He was excited, but also nervous, as he began to knead the ground, waiting... waiting.... waiting.

[silverfang218]

It always felt like birth takes forever to the MistClan medicine cat, though she’s sure that the mothers would say it takes longer than that. Finally, forever seems to be over as Dewshine’s beautiful kits are all out in the bright new world. A soft smile crosses the medicine cat’s face as she looks down on the new family; she knows that Dewshine and Shrewjaw have been waiting for this moment for many moons now. They had miscarriages and many failures on route to this moment, but here the little kits are. Alive and healthy. And to make this moment that much sweeter for the new parents, there had not been a single stillborn in the litter.

Once she’s gotten everything cleaned up just a bit, requesting that Nightfur, a queen who will soon be moving back to the warrior den, remove some of the soiled moss from the den, Silverfang pokes her head out of the nursery. It’s pretty easy to spot the new father. She gestures with her tail for Shrewjaw to come over. “You’ll be happy to know that you are now the father of four healthy little kits. Dewshine is fine as well; it does seem like one kit was born with strange paws so I want you to keep an eye on her as she grows, but for now, it seems like everyone is just fine. You can come on in, now.” Silverfang purrs once Shrew comes up to her, leading the way into the nursery once more. The medicine cat is unlikely to stray too far from the new mother for a few hours for obvious reasons, but she busies herself with checking on the other queens for now to allow the new parents to admire their litter.

[chickenbatnana]

Dewshine was exhausted. She now knew giving birth was just that, exhausting. Her kits peacefully suckled at her belly... They were so beautiful. Four tiny bundles of fur, two toms and two she-cats. One looked just like her, one like Shrewjaw, one like her own dad -a dark tabby- and one tortoiseshell unlike any of them. Silverfang had told her the Shrewjaw-like kit was born with odd paws, but Dewshine would love her just like the others. She blinked slowly at her babies, lowering her head to lick the tabby tom who looked like her. What would they be like when they were older... She could only imagine.

''Shrewjaw!'' She whisper-called when her mate entered the nursery. She raised her head gently, trying not to move the little ones. ''Come look at them... Aren't they gorgeous?'' She curled her tail around the kits. ''We need to name them... This one will be Berrykit, he reminds me of my father, I bet he'll be just as sweet.'' She nudged the little kit towards her belly some more, noticing he was struggling a bit. ''And this one Blossomkit,'' She looked at the tortoiseshell. ''Her pretty markings remind me of the flowers in the meadow... Would you like to name the other two?''