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[Guest]

Feathershine’s scream ripped through camp. Wildflower rushed into the nursery, but Feathershine had already given birth to three kits. Then, one more, one last, came out, until there were four bundles of fur suckling side by side. Wildflower gasped. “Beechpelt?” she called. The young tom ran into the nursery. “Is she okay?” he asked frantically. Wildflower purred with amusement. “She’s fine. She even gave birth all by herself,” she added. Feathershine smiled halfheartedly. “What’ll we name them?” she asked. One was a pale, pale, pale gray, one was a wildly colored tortoiseshell, one was a light brown tabby with white paws, and the last was a large, dark, dark gray tom. “Two she-kits, two toms,” remarked Raintree as she plummeted in with borage, honey, and moss. “They’re beautiful,” breathed Beechpelt. “Let’s name the first one Stonekit. And the tortoiseshell . . . ?” Feathershine licked her. “Mosskit. The light brown tabby . . . Leafkit. And the tom? Um . . . Stormkit.” Beechpelt laid down next to Feathershine. “Perfect,” he whispered. He licked her between the ears as she lapped up the water, hungrily devoured the borage, and ate the sweet, sticky honey. It dripped off of her whiskers.

[Saamany]

Icepaw sighed and flopped onto the ground. It seemed as if the whole camp were empy since no one was near him. Icepaw flopped onto his side, his head on one paw. He felt bad for Feahershine, having to give birth to-yes, Icepaw had heard them talking-four kits. Of course, he would never know that, since Icepaw was a tom, but he imagined it must have hurt. How are they born, anyway? Then he shook his head. It doesn't matter. As long as they're healthy. Right? Right? Icepaw sighed, and rolled over. He was now laying on his back. "I wish I could go see the kits," He muttered to himself, "But I never will be able to. Litteraly."

[Guest]

Wildflower padded over to Icepaw as the rest of the camp cooed over the kits. “Icepaw?” she asked. “I know it’s hard being blind. But being different is what makes us who we are. Do you see my scars? It’s because I was a warrior before I was a medicine cat. The other cats rejected me because I had an affair with a cat from GorseClan, on the other side of the border. Ashpelt. And I had kits, too, but StarClan told the leader and the medicine cat I should be a medicine cat. And look at me now: I’m the youngest one we’ve ever had. Embrace your difference. How does it feel, being blind?” she asked, gazing into the distance.

[Saamany]

Icepaw's fur bristled. "Hmm, let's see.... No, wait, I can't! And I can't see your battle scars, either, Wildflower. Neither can I 'Look at you now.' Okay? I hate everything. Whenever a cat talks to me, they say something about seeing it. But I can't see anything, except the same face that stares at me constintly!" Icepaw hissed.

[radio.active.]

(Sorry I havent been online for a while, I lost the link to this RP!)

Yewpaw padded up to Raintree. "I'll go out to gather some of those herbs by the old sycamore near camp" She mewed. Hoping she could get out of camp to stretch her legs.

[Guest]

Raintree smiled at the young apprentice. “Please do,” she mewed. “I’m so excited about Feathershine’s kits.”

(Glad you’re back on. You were starting to scare me!)

[radio.active.]

(Lost the link! lol. I'm surprised I did lose it. I have a plan for Yewpaw, kind of like Cinderpelt, only from a enclosing bader set. A stone hits her leg, snapping it)

Yewpaw scampered out of the tunnel, and to the old Sycomore. She had no clue she was above an unstable badger set, it began to encose beneath her, stick stones and dirt fel onto her as she was carried down, she felt a sharp pain in her hind leg. "Oh great StarClan its broken!" Cried Yewpaw, she tried yowling for Raintree

[Elvish]

Dustheart padded into the nursery. he liked the warm smells. "Congradulations Feathershine. You and Beechpelt are lucky all of the kits survived, and that they are all healthy." he gazed at the kits some more.

[Saamany]

Icepaw's fur bristled. "Hmm, let's see.... No, wait, I can't! And I can't see your battle scars, either, Wildflower. Neither can I 'Look at you now.' Okay? I hate everything. Whenever a cat talks to me, they say something about seeing it. But I can't see anything, except the same face that stares at me constintly!" Icepaw hissed.

[Guest]

Raintree scrambled over to her apprentice and gasped. “WILDFLOWER!” Wildflower zoomed over as fast as she could. “Yewpaw? Yewpaw, can you hear me? Say something! Raintree, go get some willow bark, poppy seeds, thyme, cobwebs, comfrey, and marigold. I think she’s broken something!” Raintree dashed to camp and swiftly returned with Fernstar.

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Reedsong padded over to Dustheart quietly. “Hey,” she mewed, watching the kits. “Aren’t they beautiful?”