The ghost on black silver

Snowstorm was sleeping soundly,  her swollen belling rising and falling as she slept. Suddenly a sharp pain hit her stomach.
"Oceanpaw! Acornheather! Crowflight! Please, somebody, help!" she yelled. Oceanpaw rushed over to Snowstorm. She passed a stick to her. "Bite this when you feel the intense pain!" she swiftly said, her panic raising her voice. "I can't give you chervil, because I need to know when you feel the pain." she said.

At the cry of his name Crowflight left the group he was chatting with, and raced over to where his mate was laying. He was glad that Oceanpaw was already their to help Snwostorm through this painful processs. "You are going to be alright Snowstorm. You can do it." He said giving encouragement to his mate.

Snowstorm purred from Crowflight's encouragement. Oceanpaw said that the first kit is coming. She borrowed raspberry leaves from Wisteriasky. Snowstorm chewed the leaves. A grey and white tabby kit was born. "A she!" she gladly said. She picked up the newborn kit and placed it at Crowflight's paws. "Here, lick. Get her blood flowing." she softly demanded. "I don't think she's the only one." she said.

Crowflight took the small kit between his paws, and started licking the kit. His kit. His own daughter. He couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in his chest. The deputy looked up in slight surprise when Oceanpaw said there would be more than one, at this the tom let out a purr, then continued licking the kit.

Oceanpaw turned back to Snowstorm. The queen purred, watching Crowflight lick their daughter. "Keep chewing those leaves, another one's coming!" she exclaimed. Snowstorm growled a bit from the pain. Another kit was born. It was a swift silver tabby with slightly darker tabby markings. "Another she!" she mewed. She turned to Crowflight, and saw that the grey and white kit was breathing. "That's good, she's breathing. Can you lick her new sister too?" she purred.

Removed.

Ooc: Kes there was no need for you to post here. You aren't helping the topic at all, and who cares if people want to be your mca? One it's not up to you if you get one or not, and two it makes your life a little easier if you poof. Now if you post here again with your useless post then I will delete it. Now you need to clean up your attitude about this whole MCA thing, and stop spreading your salt everywhere else.

Ic: Crowflight took his other kit, and licked it like he did with the other. When the Riverclan Medicine Cat appeared, he felt slightly relieved, but when she didn't step in to help, and only glared at his clan mate he stood up, and returned the glare. "Stop glaring at my Medicine Cat apprentice. At least she is doing her job unlike you. Aren't you supposed to ignore clan boundaries, and help others when they need it?" He growled. "If you aren't going to help then get out of here! You aren't needed! Oceanpaw is doing a better job than you anyway!" He said in a very aggressive tone. He settled back down and went back to warming up his kits, his glare never leaving the medicine cat.

OOC:just to be clear Ghostkit is a silver tabby with darker silver market kings as well, except hers are swirls

IC: The gray tabby kitten mewled as her father licked her. She crawled around wanting to get back over to where it was warm and safe. Crawling over the her mother she settled herself down and started to suckle gently.

OOC: @Coon O.O @Smokecloud Her pic was so tiny in her creation I couldn't see her appearance well.

Crowflight was happy when it was finally over. Three beautiful kits. All of them belong to him and his beautiful mate. He gave a purr at his mates question. "Sure you can. I'm sure you have some beautiful names in mind."

Snowstorm purred as the silver and white kit suckled. She looked at the light silver tabby. "That one will be Silverkit." She said. She looked to the strong silver tabby with the black stripe. "That one will be Blackkit." she mewed. She looked down to the one suckling. "This one will be Ghostkit." she smiled. Oceanpaw smiled as Blackkit started to breath. "They're all breathing." she happily mewed.

The thin and lithe she-kit yowled stubbornly as a course tongue was licked across her back. All she saw was black and the newborn couldn't make sense of anything that was going on. Sounds and smells flooded her senses, confusing her. She heard a name from a voice that sounded so comforting and gentle, like a mother. Silverkit, it said. Her name was Silverkit. The silver tabby squirmed restlessly, trying to make her way over to the scent of warm milk. Being a kit was hard.

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He had been born last, but was by far the biggest of the two. Anyone could plainly see, even at this age, that Blackkit would grow up into a big, strong tom. He didn't let out much yowls, but a few mews escaped him as he crawled around in the dark of blindness. In a week or so, his eyes would be opened, and Blackkit would be able to see all the wonders of the world which awaited him. On his way to suckle, the only tom of the litter crawled into Silverkit, and the she-kit let out a loud yowl.

When Ghostkit was satisfied she moved out of the way of the loud yowls of her siblings and crawled over to her father and settled herself in between his legs. The silver tabby was quiet, as she slept, not making any sounds except for the soft sounds of her breathing.

"They are all beautiful Snowstorm." He purred. He watched as Ghostkit moved over and laid down between his paws, a happy expression sat on his face. The deputy settled down making sure not to disturb the kit that sat at his paws. He had a family now.