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Post by karliwild on Feb 23, 2010 23:47:47 GMT -7
Orcafur pushed again. The pain was so intense she could hardlly breath. The second kit was a large black and white tom. He looked exactly like his father and mewled as soon as he was able to breath.
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Post by †Stealth† on Feb 23, 2010 23:51:24 GMT -7
Rebel pushed the kit to Bluetail, "Lick it's fur the wrong direction." He went back to focusing on Orcafur/s stomach.
Tigertooth looked at the kit, it looked familiar but he couldn't think of why.
OOC: how many kits is she going to have?
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Post by karliwild on Feb 23, 2010 23:55:50 GMT -7
ooc: this is that last one.
bic: The third kit was easier in coming, mostly because it had only developed partway and was very small. It was of course dead. Orcafur lay back panting heavily.
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Post by †Stealth† on Feb 24, 2010 0:00:07 GMT -7
Rebel looked at the two dead kits and looked pityingly at Orcafur.
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Post by karliwild on Feb 24, 2010 0:02:51 GMT -7
Orcafur looked up to see her kits. She saw the dead ones first. A cold chill of grief chilled her spine. "Th-there were three." she said,looking for the third.
Orcafur's one living kit mewled.
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Post by †Stealth† on Feb 24, 2010 0:07:40 GMT -7
Bluetail pushed the kit toward ORcafur.
Tigertooth suddenly realized how the kit looked familiar and he turned around aand left camp. Grief and anger serged over him, how could she have mated with that rogue!
Scorchfoot looked after Tigertooth, confused.
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Post by karliwild on Feb 24, 2010 0:10:21 GMT -7
Orcafur licked the kit. She glanced up to see Tigertooth storming out of camp. Had he realized who the father was? He must have, why else would he have left? Orcafur closed her eyes and lay her head back down, feeling more miserable then ever.
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Post by †Stealth† on Feb 24, 2010 0:14:26 GMT -7
Bluetail congratulated Orcafur.
Tigertooth left the lake and went to a hollow he dicovered just outside their territory that he had discovered. He choked back sobs but the tears won out and he let them flow down his muzzle.
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Post by karliwild on Feb 24, 2010 0:17:58 GMT -7
Orcafur didn't acknowledge Bluetail's congratulations. There was nothing to be happy about with the coming of this kit. Because of this kit she had lost porbably the best friend she ouwld ever have. Orcafur struggled to her paws and took her kit into the nursery, where she would be away from the others.
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Post by †Stealth† on Feb 24, 2010 0:20:34 GMT -7
Bluetail looked around for Tigertooth.
Whitfoot looked up as Orcafur entered the den. "You had your kits!?"
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Post by karliwild on Feb 24, 2010 0:23:35 GMT -7
"Yes." Orcafur said quietly. She nuzzled her kit toward her belly so he could suckle. She watched him, realizing she hadn't named him yet.
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Post by †Stealth† on Feb 24, 2010 0:27:57 GMT -7
Tigertooth used up his store of tears and decided to follow Orcafur next time she left camp, to make sure he was correct.
"congratulations, what are you going to call him?" Whitefoot asked.
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Post by karliwild on Feb 24, 2010 0:33:49 GMT -7
Orcafur sighed, "I haven't decided yet." Orcafur stared at her kit. What would she call him? How could one kit cause so much grief in her life. Orcafur would have liked to call him Tigerkit but she thought that Tigertooth might take it the wrong way. How about....... Pantherkit. Orcafur liked that name. "Pantherkit" she murmured the kit's name. Pantherkit mewled softly.
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Post by †Stealth† on Feb 24, 2010 0:34:55 GMT -7
"Nice name," Whitefoot mewed.
Tigertooth swam back to the island.
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Post by karliwild on Feb 24, 2010 0:39:07 GMT -7
"Yeah." Orcafur agreed. She nuzzled Pantherkit. Orcafur would take him to see his father as soon as possible, although it might be hard to swim all that way with a kit. Maybe she could get Sparticus to come to the island again, although it ould be risky.
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