a new name and family -- DUCKY, LEAF, NIGHT.

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}}{{ a single cat moved through the grassland, parting it and leaving pollen in her pelt. it was almost like she was walking through water, parting carefully between each step the she-cat took. her stomach was full with unborn kits, her stomach perfectly rounded, but not noticeable as she moved carefully through the lands. her fur fluffed as the wind changed direction, almost urging her along. it made her look much larger than she really was, but she had no problem with that. she looked almost like a raccoon, except she had tan and brown in her pelt as well. She looked beautiful as she felt herself shiver in pain. it was coming, and she was not ready quite yet. she didn't want these kits. Pooltear had made her that way.

}}{{ her eyes flickered as she made her way into the brambles. there were no caves here for her to birth in, so this would be the best that she could do. she stretched her limbs and yawned before a whimper arose from her body. her breathing became labored as she let out a low cry of pain. she shivered and shook as the first kit was born. she was not new to this experiance, but it was still painful, no matter how many times she had to go through this. with a low growl, she laid her head on her paws, feeling the contractions. she slowly pulled the first born kit toward her, licking its small body to warm it and removed the blood from it's body. The brute she had been with was a brown tabby, so it was a mostly brown tabby cat. she imagined it with her own sea green eyes and shivered, not knowing that it was true.

}}{{ several minutes passed as the she-cat spent the time cleaning the kit. it was quiet in the den, except for her labored breathing and the kits pitiful cries for food. she glared down at the thing. she pushed it away slowly. sparrowkit.

[/color] she grumbled as she listened to it crying. she snarled inwardly and a sudden cry of pain stopped the she-cats thoughts. the following kit was a beautiful snowy white she-cat, just like her mother had been. she smiled down at the small thing for a few moments before cleaning it and pushing it even farther away. she had hated her mother. the cat had faint tabby markings in the darker regions of her pelt, which were really only pale gray. she watched it for a few moments before sighing. hazel.[/color] she would leave this one here. the others would go to the clans, but this one would not be blessed with a home because it looked like her mother. She was almost certain it would have hazel eyes.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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The small brown and white tabby kit squirmed towards his mother's belly, inhaling her sweet familiar scent. He bumped into his sibling along the way, letting out a small grunting sound. He pushed his sibling away, which was a sign this kit was going to be very very strong. He was abnormally big for a kit, not the size of a tiger, but he was already starting to form muscles. He pushed his way toward his mother until he felt soft belly fur in his face. His mouth opened, and he began to suckle. Sparrowkit felt the warmth of milk run through him and begin to fill him up. He released his grip, purring at his full belly and at how quickly sleep overtook him.

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hazel.

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xx. the kit didn't cry, she didn't move. she laid there, her flanks rising and falling against the stone floor where she had been placed and then pushed. she didn't feel the warmth of her mother, nor could she smell her mother's milk. her stomach growled and finally the kit whimpered out loud. she was hungry, she wanted food and to be warm like her own brother was, but her mother didn't want her. she could sense the hatred toward her. she attempted to squirm her way the other way, but only felt a foot kick her back. she rolled a few mouse-lengths and finally gave up on the idea of food. instead, she attempted to crawl the other way, out of the cave maybe? maybe it would be warmer out there... but how would she know? she knew nothing about the world. she stumbled and rolled the rest of the way of the den and plopped outside the den. she felt a little warmth, and it was certainly brighter out here. it simply annoyed her knowing this, but still, she felt warm and wouldn't complain.

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Calypso.

}}{{ her eyes closed as the kit suckled. she let it and watched as hazel rolled from the den. she didn't care; that was fine with her, that just meant something else would kill it before she had to. with a gasp, she closed her eyes and a third kit was born. this kit was white with black patches across it's ears and tail. she smirked a little and cleaned it's pelt, but gave it no name. she didn't have a name for it yet. with a cry of pain, the last kit was born. it was a small brown kit with a white underbelly and paws. it was cute, but for her, it did nothing to her. most cats would have sat their and drooled over such a cute kit, but she wasn't interested in it. furnenkit. she let the other two kits come toward her to feed, but just watched hazel, who had become more life filled when warmth touched her. she squirmed more and farther into the tall grass that hid the entrance of the cave.

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[~Nighthunter~]

Blackness had engulfed him for quite a long time. Now as if all at once this blinding light swallowed his body. He was a skinny and very long kit. His body was all white except for patches around his ears and his tail which were black. He also had a small black mark near his right eye that reseambled a claw. He had heard the names of his siblings, but he himself hadn`t been spoken to. Forgotten.... Forgotten It rang in his head over and over. That was to be his name... Forgottenkit. Silent as he could, he squirmed over and began to feed, he wondered why his mother had forgotten him. Perhaps he was defective, or he had hurt her. With his eyes shut to the world he morbidly sucked away awaiting whatever the world had in store for him.

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C A L Y P S O

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xx. the minutes passed by and she began to feel tired. she knew there were no more kits; and her eyes fell closed. she sighed in defeat and let herself rest. she let the kits sleep at her side, let them suckle and stay warm. all but hazel. she was certain the kit would be dead by the time she awoke. but she would not waste her time with it if it was not. it wouldn't live long if it did manage to survive that long. she closed her eyes, careful not to get too attached to the kits, making sure they were warm, but let them leave little scent on her underbelly.

xx. several hours later; much later than she had intended, she rose from her slumber. the three kits were fine, so she bent her head and picked them up in her jaws by their scruffs. she heard a few squeaks of protest, but she ignored them and trotted out of the den. she heard the fourth kit squeaking and crying for someone to help her, but she ignored it. no one would hear her in this isolated area. with that, she left the area, and her fourth kit behind. she would bring them to the clans. the final clan she had made her home in. a smirk touched her face as she looked down at the kits. but they did nothing to warm her cold heart. she wanted them to go away, and she was taking care of it on her own.

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