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[Mama]

A tiny warrior, her sides bloated out by more life, had wandered into camp through the snow with something in her jaws. She had went out to hunt, to clear her mind, however what she had was not prey. It was a kit.


The body was hardly visible as the feline tucked the mass under her neck to keep her warm, and to make sure she didn't touch the ground. Briarfrost, holding the kitten, paused for a second to look through the white camp for any signs of another warrior, or even Wolfclaw. It was important she found another cat, or someone who knew about kittens and could feed one extra one, yet the thought made her a bit worried. Most of the queens had weaned their own offspring by now, if not all, and would not have enough milk to keep this young one alive. But she refused to let it die, and Briarfrost had to bring it to warmth. 


After a final glance around, the warrior decided to bring her to the nursery, where it was warmer then the rest of the camp, and she could possibly find a queen to help her out. Wandering into the den, Briarfrost gave a small sigh as she felt the kitten seem a bit colder, and decided that they would notice her on their own. Quickly curling down in a spare nest, she placed her against her belly for warmth, the sweet smell making her nose twitch slightly. It smelled too much like the nursery, but why would Briarfrost smell like this? It still puzzled her, as she groomed the kit towards her belly and a heat source.


 

[Ezi]

    The kit was just barely alive, she was terrified, she was scared, but she was not alone. The small bundle of cream and red fur mewled as they entered a place full of sounds and smells. She was scared, clueless, confused. All she wanted was to once again be curled up in the warm fur of this strange new rescuer.

     The kit continued to mew until they entered a warm area, where she was finally kept in a heated spot. The kit purred almost inaudibly against the belly of this kind beast, resting once again in her throne bed of soft fur. This was good. She had completely forgotten about First Mama, New Mama was all that was on her mind. Well, new mama, work, and MILK. The kit was ridiculously hungry. 
      
      The little girl began to knead at the beast's belly with her tiny, tiny paws, trying to find any spot where she could latch on and feed. Though the beast itself may not have noticed, the little milk-hungry creature knew what a mama smelled like, and mamas had milk. If new mama didn't have milk...that would be a bad.

[Mama]

Being close to having her own kits, Briarfrost did have milk inside of her, even if she was too oblivious to notice the scent. Her ears perked up as the tiny kit moved towards her belly, yet the warrior was quite confused to see her sniffing around. Was this normal kit behavior? She never had a kit in her possession before, and this little one didn't look like they were hurt.... but why was she doing that? 

Shaking her head, she gave a small chuckle to herself, as her motherly instincts took over. Using her tongue, Briarfrost started to affectionately groom the furball, making sure to be careful to not hurt the kit. Everytime a bit of hair stuck up, she would go back to the spot and groom again, even after she was fully cleaned. A purr rose in her throat happily, and she closed her eyes to take in the little one's smell, making sure to remember it.

[Ezi]

     The kit mewed with tiny protests as the great tongue swiped over her, she was trying to do something! The girl squeaked as the tongue continued brush over her small form, but she managed to find her way to what she was looking for. Upon finding a teat, the young one started to suckle. At first, nothing came, but when the milk started flowing, it started flowing. The kit immediately silenced, content with her warm spot on the beast's tummy, clean and full of food.

[Mama]

Briarfrost decided after a few more licks that the kit would be tidy enough... for now. Her tail curled against her body before a strange feeling went through her. Glancing back down, she saw something she thought that she would never see: a kitten nursing. And not just a kitten nursing.... but a kitten nursing from her.

The hairs on her back raised up in panic, and her ears flattened against her skull with slight panic. Did she have kits now? Did this mean.... she would have a family? Wolfclaw, would he be happy with the news, or would he be mad at her?

Was this why she had the urge to eat so much, and seemed to gain weight quickly? The tiredness from simple things, the pains when she tried to lay a certain way, were kits. Briarfrost closed her eyes before taking a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. She couldn't panic now, right now she had to take care of this kit. Wolfclaw, Owlstar, and everyone else... they could learn later.

After a moment of watching the little body, Briarfrost lowered her head besides the kitten, protecting her from any coldness and from sight of others. Unless you moved her body, the warrior simply looked as if she was taking a nice nap instead of duties, not keeping a kit warm.

Lapping her muzzle once more, Briarfrost started to purr once again. "Good night... little Asterkit."

[KingHarry]

And, at that moment, an overexcited Cricketjump leapt into the nursery. "Hey, Briarfrost!" He shouted, happily prancing about. The warrior chased his own tail for a moment - twirling on the spot repeatedly - before his attention turned back to his companion. "Have you seen Pebble- Huh? What's that?"

He'd spotted the kit and immediately Cricketjump was fascinated. Kit? Huh? But there were no kits that small in the clan right now? Jaykit was the smallest, right? And he was four moons old so he wasn't exactly tiny anymore.

Oh... Maybe Briarfrost had given birth and the news of it had gone right over his head? That would make sense, right? Who was her mate anyway? Wolfclaw? Cricketjump wasn't sure, but that somehow sounded right. That kit didn't really look like either of them though, so... Briarfrost had been seeing somebody else too? Oh my. That was very dramatic, wasn't it?

He prodded the kit perhaps a little too roughly with his paw. "Who's this?" The warrior asked. "Pretty guy but doesn't look like anybody in the clan. You been sneaking off with a loner or something?"

[Ezi]

     The little Burmese scrap of fur let out an indignant meow as something new, something loud, burst into her safe-room. That was what the little girl-Asterkit-called home. She curled tighter into New Mama-no, just Mama. She curled tighter into Mama as the big, annoying creature continued to make noise. Then, it pushed her. The little thing started wailing tiny mews, hoping to alert Mama that a bad was touching her.

[Mama]

Briarfrost perked her ears as someone walked in, her tail flickering up and down hesitantly. Cricketjump, a hyper younger warrior, had found his way into the nursery. She was fine with him approaching to see the kitten, and looked almost content. "That's little Asterkit." She purred, before his rather rough handling made her instincts go off. Giving a loud hiss, Briarfrost made sure not to scare the kit too much or move her as she sprung up into a defensive crouch.

She would not tolerate anyone touching her kit in a mean way, and as her tail lashed back and forth, she sent a glare towards the warrior. "Don't poke her like that, she's still little!" Briarfrost exclaimed, her tail starting to slow back down. "And I would never do that to Wolfclaw, or the clan. I found her while hunting with her dead family, they reeked of foxes. I couldn't leave Asterkit there."

[KingHarry]

Unfortunately for Cricketjump, he had never been the best at understanding the body language of other cats. Even hissing went over his head sometimes - and that was exactly what was happening in this situation.

"Yeah, sure she came from a fox attack." He replied with a wink. Briarfrost's secret - or what he assumed to be her secret, anyway - was safe with him. Well... No, it wasn't safe. The warrior talked too much and thought too little, and his assumptions about this new kit would surely slip out that next time another cat allowed him to talk to them for long enough.

Cricketjump roughly prodded the kit again, happily wiggling again when she made a distressed noise in response. Ha! That was funny! "She should be called Squeakkit!" The young tom laughed, completely oblivious to the fact he wasn't being very nice.

[Ezi]

     
       Now the kitten was really upset. She cried out as the thing roughly prodded her, mewling pitifully. Asterkit's mewls gradually intensified to a shrill squeal as the boy continued to shove her. The little's fur was fluffed out and she was quite angry? Why? Who? The kit squirmed, thrashed even, awaiting help from Mama. She squiggled around, trying to move away from the terrible creature. The young one would not forget this scent. Not in a million moons.