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 Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2019 6:56 pm
 Kits imageLilygrove didn't know how but she had managed to give birth to three healthy kits. She was sad about the one boy she had lost and yet she was not surprised it had happened. She lay on her side in the nursery and watched her three kits drink milk, before the kit with no tail tried to waddled off again. "You're going to be a handful aren't you little girl." She laughed a bit and used her paw to guide the kit back to her. "I'm to old to be chasing down kits." She sighed yeah they were cute now, there didn't move much passed where her paw could reach but before you knew it they would likely be running and getting into trouble and she wouldn't be able to keep up with them. Oh she was a fool to let herself be caught up with that tom cat.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2019 11:55 am
 Pigeonflight was huddled in the corner of the nursery, avoiding the other queens and their kittens. She was too depressed to pay attention to her kits, lacking the strength to really nurse them. All her attention was on one kit in particular. The kit who looked like his father. The split face. The split ear. Split. His father.
Pigeonflight's heart sunk, wanting him to see his kits. The four of them. Alive. Well. But that wasn't going to happen.
She felt a n**, and the young mother broke back into reality, seeing that her other three kits were hungry. "Okay, okay. Just a few more weeks until you can meet your father," she promised in a broken whisper.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2019 8:13 pm
This was not Lilygrove's first time around the block by any means and when she caught sight of Pigeonflight she frowned a little she could tell she young queen was upset. Upset mothers did nothing for kits nor the mood of the nursery. So Lilygrove interrupted her kits from feeding and picked one up in her mouth. Plopping it down right near Pigeonflight before going back and picking up another of her kits and then another. Lilygrove invited herself to settle down right beside Pidgeonflight cuddling right up to her. Lilygrove was old she did what she wanted when she wanted dang it. She batted her kits to feed again which they did. "Everything ok dear?" Lilygrove purred to Pigeonflight. "You looked lonely so I invited myself over." She crossed her paws and waited for the fellow queen to to answer.
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 4:34 pm
When Finchkit and his sisters had been born, it was just them in the Nursery where MountainClan settled. He had been on the end of the journey to their new place, barely registering it beyond recalling how many times he'd been carried by various cats. Once things had settled in, he stuck to the Nursery, rarely being able to be persuaded to go anywhere else.
Now, moons later with the arrival of Lilygrove and Pigeonflight along with their kits, he found himself wondering if he out to venture out and about after all. He was bigger than the tiny mewling kits around him, but he didn't know if he was brave enough, unlike his sisters seemed to be.
Maybe I'll just become a queen myself. He thought. That way they can't make me leave the Nursery to become an apprentice or warrior. He thought. He would have to deal with the crowds... he should probably get to know them first. Thus, Finchkit moved over to where Lilygrove and Pigeonflight were laying together, careful not to step on any tails or floppy ears.
"Do you know what you're gonna call them yet?" He asked the queens Tigeria Didn't know if you wanted to jump in.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 1:03 pm
Pigeonflight hardly rustled when Lilygrove began dropping kit after kit and started cuddling against her. Typically, the warrior was not comfortable with others entering her personal bubble, but she was too out of it to even retaliate. She watched as Lilygrove and her kits were trying to feed, and Pigeonflight lowered her head closer to the ground.
"Do.. do you not mourn for him?" she whispered, knowing that the elder also lost a kit of her own. But why did Lilygrove seem so well put together? So composed. So... still hopeful with life? With this thought, Pigeonflight tried to give a small smile. "Th-thank you, Lilygrove. For looking out for not only your kits, but also myself and my kits."
There was only one kit so far that she gave a name to - Streamkit, and she was Pigeonflight's favorite right now. Other than her cold son, she was the only one who looked like their father with the somewhat half face.
And then a larger kit came into the picture. Finchkit, son of Duskwing and Dustfeather. "This is Streamkit," she purred, nudging a she-kit towards Finchkit. "And the others, I haven't given a name yet. I'm thinking of letting their father decide."
Seeing a well and alive kitten brought Pigeonflight's spirits up, even just a little bit. She then waited for Lilygrove to also present her kits to the older kitten.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2019 3:34 pm
Finchkit peered at the small kit called Streamkit and then up at Pigeonflight. Aside from her grey coloring, she didn't particularly look like her mother. Then again, he was a bit of a mix himself, not looking particularly like either of his parents either, whereas it was easy to tell what litter Buzzardkit and Sparrowkit belonged to.
"She looks sorta like Littleflower." He mewed returning his gaze to Streamkit. Finchkit had only seen the MountainClan medicine cat a pawful of times when she came in to see the queens of the Nursery. "Except Litteflower's face is black and orange, not dark and light grey." He remembered.
He glanced over to the other kits of Pigeonflight's, the grey tabby and a darker tomcat.
"Well, don't name that one Buzzardkit, or he and my sister will get mixed up all the time." They could be siblings, Finchkit thought, what with their dark grey coats. "Oh! The other one could be Floppykit!" He suggested, peering at the tiny kit's bent ears. "What's wrong with his ears?" He asked tilting his head. He'd never seen ears that flopped before.
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