A new family

[•The Speedster•]

Icemoon's white bodice slowly rolled over, and the queen gasped in pain. Her eyes widened and she relized she was giving birth to her kits. She lay there, fidgeting as the kits slowly appeared. "Jaywing!" She called softly, hoping he would appear soon.

In the end, Icemoon had 3 kits, 2 she-cats and 1 tom. One of the she-kits was all white, with bright blue eyes. The other was grey and white blotched. The tom was dark grey with black and grey stripes.

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

Jaywing padded into camp, following the strong scent trails of his clanmates as he went, sightless eyes fixed upon the ground where his paws would tred, a scrawny squirrel held in his jaws. The misty-eyed brute stopped near the nursery however, ears pricked and head rising. Putting down the squirrel, Jaywing drew in a deep breath of cold leafbare air. There is was. Kitscent. New kits had been born but he knew instantly that they were no ordinary kits. They were Icemoon's kits. Quickly Jaywing padded to the nursery, his side brushing the brambles as he slipped through the entrance, his catch forgotten in the clearing.

"Icemoon?" Jaywing meowed, flicking his ears for her reply.

[•The Speedster•]

Icemoon purred at the sound of Jaywing's voice. "Hello, beloved." She welcomed him. "The kits are here. I haven't chosen names yet, would you like to help?" The white she-cat slowly nudged away her 3 kits and stood up, her legs weak from all her work. She rubbed her head against her mates grey pelt, breathing in his soothing scent. Waiting for his reply, she stared into his sightless eyes.

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

Jaywing rubbed his head against Icemoon's shoulder, breathing deeply before slowly moving toward the kits and guiding his mate back to her nest. He could feel her weakness from the recent labors to bring the new kits to life. Bowing his head, Jaywing touched each kit lightly with his nose, breathing in their scents one at a time. The grey kit, the only tom, smelled like a coming storm. "Stormkit" Jaywing murmured, touching the grey tom-kit a second time. "The other two are girls, what do they look like?" Jaywnig wasn't sure what color was but maybe descriptions of their physical appearances could help him find names that suited them.

[•The Speedster•]

"There is a white one with briliant blue eyes, and for her name... Ivorykit." She nodded gazing down at the kit that looked like a complete twin of herself. "And there is a grey and white blotched femme. For her, Mousekit. What do you think?"

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

Jaywing nodded. "Beautiful names" he murmured, licking Icemoon's cheek. He bowed his head again and brushed each kit again with his nose, just barely touching them and breathing in deeply. Their scents were being embedded in his memory so he'd always be able to find them, even in his dark and lonely world where only sounds and smells found him. Finally his head raised and he looked toward where he heard Icemoon's beautiful voice. "You should rest" he murmured. "I can go hunt for you."

[moonstorm]

Kits mewled in the nest next to the new borns. It was Winteroses, Lionstars mate, kits. They had been born yesterday. The one pure white called Ivykit clumsily crawled over to where
Icemoon was. She mewled in hunger.

[•The Speedster•]

Icemoon purred as the young kit wandered over to her. As the kit touched her warm bodice she nudged it and guided it in the direction of her mother. The white femme laughed and giggled as the kit stumbled around confusedly. Icemoon steps up and stretches, then nods to Jaywing and picks Ivykit up and set it back next to Winterrose. Icemoon smiled at the pretty white she-cat. "There you go," she mewled to Ivykit.

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

Stormkit, the largest kit in Icemoon's litter, stumbled over Jaywing's paw. His sooty blue-grey fur was almost identical to Jaywing's though his pelt was striped with black and grey tabby stripes. He would obviously be larger then Jaywing when he grew older. The tom nosed at his father's fur.

Bending his head, Jaywing picked up the kit's scruff and put it next to Icemoon. Licking his mate's head once, Jaywing turned and padded out of the den to hunt for her, sightless eyes gazing about the clearing, breathing in.

Ravenfeather looked up at the other new queens. She had never paid much heed to them, having trouble keeping track of her own boys. Riverkit and Stripedkit were somewhere out in the clearing or probably with the elders if Riverkit could convince Stripedkit to go. Cloudedkit and Shadowkit were probably causing trouble somewhere with Spottedkit. Ravenfeather watched the new mothers, remembering her own unfortunate first night as a mother when Spottedkit had been kidnapped and then returned by Greywing and his sister Silverstripe. Shifting a bit, Ravenfeather curled up facing away from the ivory she-cats.

[•The Speedster•]

Icemoon purred as Jaywing put the kit beside her bodice, and as he licked her forhead. She silently fell asleep, while all 3 kitss cuddled up suckling on the warm milk. As she slept she dreamed she was with StarClan, surounded on all sides by stars and a beautiful forest full of prey.

A white and grey she-cat stepped out of an open area, Icemoon already smelling her. Icemoon tensed herself to the new, yet fimilliar scent, then she remebered there was no need to be a fraid in StarClan. So as the sweet scented femme trotted up, purring to Icemoon, she sat and waited. "Hello, wow you have grown up." She purred and rubbed her head against Icemoon.

That's it! This was her mother, no wonder the smell was so fimiliar.

But then The she-cat got sirious, and straitened up, her orbs not blinking. "There is trouble coming." she paused. "One of mine; and your true one, there is the mix, that shall soon become your jay." Then she turned away. Icemoon's eyesight started to blur, then black started to suround her. She tried desperately to wake up, then finally managed.

As Icemoon's eyes flashed open, she was panting heavily. She was surprised to see in color and not blackness. Icemoon's eyes closed again, and she once again drifted into sleep.

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

Jaywing padded into the nursery as night was coming, carrying a winter-scrawny rabbit. His fur was wind-blown and misty blue eyes exhusted from trying to find the foresaken thing in the first place. The blue-grey brute padded over to his mate and put the rabbit down near her nest for when she woke up. Silent so he wouldn't wake her, he circled where he scented her, touching his tail lightly to her fur so he could figure out where she was exactly and curled up beside her though not too close so she wouldn't get cold because his fur was nearly frozen.

[•The Speedster•]

Icemoon twitched lightly as her mate lay down beside her. Not wanting to move, or make Jaywing disapointed for waking her, she stayed still, and slept soundily.

[•The Speedster•]

HERE ARE THE PICS!!!

<--- Ivorykit

<--- Mousekit


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Stormkit

[•The Speedster•]

[post ended. they r apprentices now.]