Foxtail's New Kits!

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Blackrose was waiting outside the nursery when Nettlepaw came outside. The stocky warrior had been crouching outside as soon as she'd heard that Foxtail had gone into labor. She felt like she was close enough friends with Oakstripe that Foxtail was almost like a sister, or at least a very close friend. Either way, Blackrose was concerned for her Clanmate. She trotted after the apprentice when he appeared and flagged down her apprentice.

She caught up and remained silent as Nettlepaw told Maskpaw to go find Darkpuddle. The tuxedo warrior followed Nettlepaw to the warriors' den. "Well? How did she do? How are they?" she asked, referring to Foxtail and her kits as they.

Foxtail couldn't help but grin proudly when she heard her kits begin making noise. Her ears remained largely focused on her litter to make sure they were alright, but she also saved a portion of her attention to listen outside to see if Darkpuddle or Oakstripe were on their way. Her chest was nearly bursting with pride and the queen desperately wanted the two most important toms in her life to see her precious children.

She looked down at the black she-cat as she started to nurse and smiled gently. She bent slightly so she could get close enough to gently lick the kit's head without disturbing her meal to much.

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____________________________Don't let the Nettle sting the Paw .!

Medicine Cat Apprentice of Shadowclan .!____________________________

The large tabby trotted across the clearing toward the warriors den, however his steady trot faltered and slowed at the voice of Blackrose. Amber eyes narrowed with impatients before the tom twisted to face the she cat. Nettlepaw flicked his tail in annoyance, however kept his expression on an almost expressionless note. "If they were anything but fine, would I be going to the warriors den?" The tom replied, shaking his head as he turned away.

"Yes, they're all good." Nettlepaw threw over his shoulder half heartedly before shouldering into the warriors den. Every time the tom set paw into this den, he found himself thinking about what could have been. Nettlepaw would have been very suited for the life of a warrior, much more than he did for the life of a medicine cat, however his interest in herbs had swayed the young tom.

Pressing the thought aside, Nettlepaw knew he was content with his rank within Shadowclan, despite the slight restrictions of peace that came along with it. Spotting Oakstripe among the nest, Nettlepaw wound through the moss and paused at his side. Sticking a paw out, the tom prodded the warrior's flank. "Get up. Foxtail's had her kits." Nettlepaw muttered almost impatiently.

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______________________The Dark was suffocating, through the Puddles of rain .!

I've done the best I can,
To make them realize,
This is my life.

Warrior of Shadowclan .!____________________________

The duxedo warrior shouldered into camp, vivid blue eyes eagerly drinking in the details of camp. He noticed Nettlepaw say something to Maskpaw, and the tom could have swarn he heard his name in there somewhere, but he couldn't be certain. Then the medicine cat padded across the clearing, toward the warriors den where he would quickly be shadowed by Blackrose.

Darkpuddle drew his ears forward, keen to try and catch what they were saying. The tom tilted his head in confusion at Blackrose's words. Well? Who? How are what? It then clicked that Nettlepaw had been retreating from the nursery, he could have swarn his heart leaped out of his chest at the adrenaline rush.

Paws rolling into an eager bound, Darkpuddle streaked across the clearing and let his paws lead him into the den. The scent of sweet mild and herbs masked almost everything, and within the shelter of the woven brambles, lay Foxtail and her-their beautiful kits. A proud purr immediately rose in his chest as the black and white tom padded to his mate, wrapping himself tenderly around her fine frame. "Foxtail, my love. The kits are beautiful, I assure you they'll be some of the strongest warriors in Shadowclan." Granted, the pair had only recently been made warriorws themselves, but any blood of Darkpuddle's had to be superior, so he liked to think.

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Blackrose flinched slightly at Nettlepaw's tone. The stocky warrior could guess how the medicine cat would get annoyed with everyone fussing over Foxtail when there was nothing to worry about. She nodded and left Nettlepaw to search the warrior den. She stood where the medicine cat apprentice had left her and glanced towards the nursery before a black and white streak flash across the clearing towards the nursery.

Darkpuddle, she thought with an amused smile. She was glad to see just how excited the tom seemed to be at the idea of his kits being born. Shaking her head slightly, she returned to where she had been resting before Foxtail had kitted.

The young queen had been absorbed in gently grooming the black she-kit and hardly noticed the rustling at the nursery entrance. A purr along with a burst of a very familiar scent told Foxtail that her mate had finally arrived. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and excited, despite her generally tired expression and wilted posture, even laying down. She gave a purr just as loud and proud as Darkpuddle's and nuzzled his cheek when he came to lay next to her and their kits.

Her greenish yellow eyes sparkled happily as she shifted her gaze back to the newborn litter. "Of course they will be," she purred. "They've got the finest blood in the Clan," she mewed proudly, turning her head to touch her nose to Darkpuddle's cheek again.

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______________________The Dark was suffocating, through the Puddles of rain .!

I've done the best I can,
To make them realize,
This is my life.

Warrior of Shadowclan .!____________________________

Darkpuddle's purrs only grew more so stronger at the soft voice of his lovely mate, the tom had never really been good with kits, to be honest. Under that mask of pride, he was just a little nervous about it all, the tom never dreamed of being a father, despite the womanizer he tended to be.

Vivid blue hues set upon the precious kits, Darkpuddle snapped back to reality at Foxtail's tender lick, he nuzzled affectionately into her shoulder, the tip of his tail ever so slightly tracing along the flank of each kit. "How are you? Alright?" The thought suddenly dawned on the young warrior that she might be tired, or maybe even in pain after the birth, which made him uneasy. Despite Nettlepaw's temper, Darkpuddle would get the tom and drag him back if he had to, to make sure Foxtail was alright.

It was just then that another thought occured. "Have you thought of any names?" He chimed softly, tilting his head to the new born litter, the smile never fading from his lips.

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The young mother followed her mate's bright gaze back to their kits and her ears twitched slightly when he asked if she was okay. She gave a slow, lazy nod and put on a smile to match. "I'm tired, but I suppose that's normal. I will live," she mewed, keeping her voice soft as if afraid she would disturb the kits if she spoke to loudly. "Besides," she continued, "I wanted to stay up long enough to show them to you and Oakstripe,"

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She was quiet for a moment when asked about the kits' names before giving her head a slow shake. "I haven't yet. I was waiting for you before I named them," she explained. Her eyes rested on the smallest kit of the litter and the only one without a solid black pelt. "How about Littlekit for her?" she asked, gently resting her fluffy tail across the tiny kit's back. It was a stereotypical name for the runt of the litter, but the russet furred queen didn't care. It would be a perfect fit.

She glanced over to Darkpuddle as if looking for approval on the name. She knew that it was possible that the dark tom could have another name that would fit the little she-kit. She breifly wondered what color their eyes were. Perhaps they could name the kits better if they knew their eye colors. Of course, personality could also be a deciding factor, but she wasn't keen on leaving her kits nameless long enough to discover their personalities. A list of potential names for her son and daughters floated lazily across her mind, but she was silent for now. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]