Lowpaw, as she had been a lot lately, was out of camp. She was simply and aimlessly wondering wherever her paws took her... As long as it was within the ShadowClan boundaries, of course. She had noted that the kits inside of her were constantly kicking on this particular walk, but she didn't think anything of it. That is, until the pain came along with it. "Sh*t!" The small she-cat cursed under her breath, crouching down suddenly as if she had been struck in the stomach. She squeezed her eyes shut as if that would somehow make the pain go away, but it only got worse with every second until she, finally, forced herself to half-walk, half-crawl into a nearby hollow tree and lay down, groaning quietly. There was no doubt, now; The kits were coming.
For a split moment, she allowed herself to wish that she had Burningrage by her side. She would be far more comforted, but she was on her own in this case, and would just have to deal with it. The thoughts about her mate came to an immediate stop as the first kit began to come. She had no herbs that she could think of within her sight, but she was in a tree, so it wasn't exactly a shocker there. She would have to get through it as a rogue or loner would, and that was on her own with no herbal assistance to aid her.
"Oh StarClan help me." She gave a moan as, suddenly, a powerful ripple went down her body and, within a few agony filled moments, she had given birth to the first kitten. She managed to lift up her head for enough time to see that it was a tiny, dark brown tabby before she felt yet another one coming. Her head jerked back down as if it she were a puppet on strings and she pushed as hard as she could, trembling with the effort. And then the second one came, followed quickly by the third and then a fourth.
It took several moments of regathering her physical strength before she dared to lift her head back up and look down upon her kits. The second one was a particularly tiny tortie she-kitten while the others were toms. They were all perfect. She began to lick each of the kitten's fur as to get their blood flowing right, and when she was done she laid her chin on her paws.
"Hello my little loves." She whispered, watching the four kit's in wonder, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side. These were her kits... She was a mother. The thought made her inwardly groan with resignation, because she knew that she had a lot to figure out and in a short amount of time.
Names, on the other hand, she had totally figured out. She had thought up at least a million different tom and she-cat names in her pregnancy and she had a name for the both of them. My little Copperkit. She thought, gently smiling as she looked over at the tom kitten and then over to other ones. Stagekit and Lionkit. She thought, blinking. At last, she looked over at the she-kit. Opaquekit. She decided, giving them each a little lick between their ears.
ooc;; this is mainly for the kits, and burningrage if kyriil wants him to find her there, but if you want your charrie to find her, please don't make it all like "she's going to lose her position." and all. she will swear anybody who finds her into secrecy or something. x3
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