[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Owlmind

LightningClan || 63 Moons || Senior Warrior

It had happened before dawn had risen from the darkness of night. The camp had been quiet and still, as if the moorlands were holding it's breath for the waiting arrival of new life, of new kits to be brought into the ranks of Lightningclan.

And so it happened. 

Despite her age, the gray she-cat didn't have any problems when it came to birthing her litter of three. The senior warrior had been surrounded by both Kindleflare and Tigerpaw as they aided in the new cycle of life, pulling each kit and cleaning it before placing the squirming bundle of fur at their mother's flank.

Cloudyfeather, the permanent queen of the clan, had sent for the Medicine Cats as soon as Owlmind felt the ripples within her belly and the slight pain of kits trying to breach their way into the waiting world around them. Quailfoot had been notified not long after, the elder the father of Owlmind's kits, as well as being a growing friend to the senior queen herself. 

It seemed like hours had gone by, the brilliant light of dawn rising over the mountain sides as the last kit finally slid out along side it's siblings, all healthy and squirming as they blindly searched for their first meal of their mother's milk. Afternoon had slowly arrived as all the excitement had slowly died down so as not to disturb the new queen and her tiny kits. 

The senior she-cat was curled comfortably within her nest, head up and posed so she could keep her wide amber eyes upon the three gifts curled at the curve of her belly. All three she-kits who had been given to Lightningclan, brought to life by both her and the tom she had grown closer too over the span of her pregnancy. 

Goldenkit was the name given to the she-kit who arrived into the world first, already showing the smallest signs within her tiny body that she would be a victorious cat within her lifespan. Loud and sturdy, the kit practically found her way to Owlmind's flank without the help of those around her. She was the biggest of her sisters, and bore a feathered coat of golden, wisps of long hair falling every which way. 

Goosekit was the name given to the second she-kit who was born from the union of Owlmind and Quailfoot. Practically identical to her mother, the kit was a dilute gray with short fur. Already feisty, she would grumble or growl in her small voice at any who touched or tried to move her. She would even grumble in annoyance if one of her sisters wriggled against her while she was trying to sleep. 

Greenkit was the name for the last kit who was born, though it took her a while to make her presence. She was quieter than the first two, baring a coat of tabby colors that imitated her father. Never happy to be alone, if the other two kits would move, she would quickly seek them out with unseeing eyes to curl right back up to them. 

Three daughters, precious, tiny and beautiful. Their names both held meaning and were merely given as the leaped from Owlmind's head when she laid her eyes upon them for the first time. While not an overly emotional cat, her strong wall had fallen as she gazed softly at each bundle. Pride, joy and love obvious as the shimmered within her gaze, awaiting Quailfoot to join her.

He had given her some space after the birth, though of course, he had entered the nursery to see his newborn kits before taking his leave. The gray she-cat could begin to explain how pleased she was with his involvement. Owlmind's own father, Eaglestrike, had never been present and while it may or may not have affected her as she grew, she adored the fact that Quailfoot wanted to be around. He wanted to be there for each of their daughters as they grew and aged within the clan. 

Within the quiet moments of the den, Owlmind could help the purr that escaped her throat, rumbling within her chest as she bent her neck to run her tongue over each of her daughters quickly, earning a grumble and wriggle from Goosekit as she did. 

Wisdom. Courage. Strategy.

720 Words || Taxx Ginger @jet Abyss

Newleaf 24 - A bright sun shines down on the territories, drying up the last bits of water and finally allowing the clans a chance to clean out their nests.

[Taxx]

Quailfoot had been a nervous wreck since he had been told by Shadeheart, the young warrior passing on the news as the activity around the nursery began to intensify. He had decided, at first, to join Owlmind there, but then he'd realized it might get crowded and he'd decided to wait until the birth was over to push himself on the queen.

He'd sat, patiently for a short time, then more anxiously, and then he'd begun pacing. He was worried for them all- he knew that sometimes kits were born dead, or that sometimes the mother died, leaving the kits without a mother themselves, though there was usually a queen available to take them in. He prayed to whoever was listening that Owlmind and her kits would come through without trouble.

The tiny mewls of the kits as they arrived eased his fear, and as the sun climbed upward he paused by the nursery entrance. He caught a glimpse of Tallstrike glaring at him and looked away again, momentarily apprehensive of the aggressive tom. Tallstrike kept his distance, though, and a moment later Quailfoot was given the okay to enter. He had done so gladly, slipping through the entrance into the warmth of the den and gazing silently down at the three little daughters he had fathered. One of them, he was only too happy to notice, even looked like him. And he'd asked their names, a purr breaking free as Owlmind told him, and he'd ducked to gently press his nose to each little body.

Then he backed out again, trotting across to the fresh-kill pile to fetch a rabbit before heading back. She ought to be hungry- kitting couldn't be easy. Easing into the den once more, Quailfoot set the rabbit down within easy reach of the queen and then settled himself in a curve around the kits, who were busily kneading their mother's soft belly. He could lie here all day, just watching them nurse and wiggle, loud shrill cries piercing the air now and then, and the well of contentment within him washed away the previous anxiety as though it had never existed. "They're beautiful," he purred, and glanced over at Owlmind. "Thank you for giving me this gift."

Quailfoot

LightningClan Elder

right here is where I want to be

Ghost the Undead Goddess