May These Words Be the First to Find Your Ears

The little she-cat opened her big amber eyes, tired and exhausted. She looked at her widened belly with a tired smile. Soon after they become mates, she got pregnant. Due to her little and weak body, Tinytip couldn't stay much longer doing her duties as a warrior and she had to move to the nursery, waiting patiently for the kits to come.

And today was the day.

Her sudden smile cracked into a small cry of pain when she felt the first strong kick off one of her kits, announcing their arrival. The little warrior cried in pain and tried to move but it was impossible so the only thing she could do was to call for help. "Batfang!
Our kits are coming! Please call Cloudstone quickly!" The inexperienced queen looked around desperately and afraid. She was about to have kits and she was scared! What if the kits died because she was a new mother? What if she died because she wasn't strong enough? She panicked as she curled her tail around the belly, containing her cries of pain. She had to be strong for them... she had to be strong for Batfang. That was all she could think about as she waited for the two toms to come and help her.

Batfang had been staying near the nursery, walking in front of the entrance worried every time he was free of duties. How could he be not nervous when his mate was about to have kits? His kits? He never thought that this day would come until he heard the cry of his mate. Running like lighting, he ran to the medicine cat den and called desperately for Cloudstone. ”Cloudstone! Tinytip is having our kits! Please come quickly! She is in great pain!” Without waiting for him, the warrior ran back to the nursery and breathed fastly when he saw his mate laying and crying. He approached her with concerned eyes and nuzzled her lovingly as he whispered that everything was going to be okay, that he was just there for her.

The little warrior breathed fastly as she tried to push while her mate tried to comfort her. This was more painful than she thought and they were coming so fast... she doubted that Cloudstone would come and help her so she had to do this alone and survive. For Batfang... for her kits.

Biting a bunch of moss so she could afford the pain, she finally gave birth to two small toms. Moving weakly, she licked their heads and nudged with her tail so they would come to the warmth of her belly. Even if this was her first time being a queen, she knew a bit about how to take care of newborns after talking with some former queens of the camp. Her amber eyes looked at them with tears of happiness... they were perfect. After all that she had suffered for the death of her apprentices, for the death of her first crush and friends, and all the pain she had to overcome after her fight with Batfang... those two kits given to her by Starclan made her world brighter and happier. She swore in silence that she would do anything to protect them as she licked their fur lovingly. "Welcome to our home, my little ones." She purred, curling her tail around them protectively. She did it... Her kits were just there, blind and still too young to understand what was going on but one day... they would grow in great warrior like their father.

The nameless newly-born dark grey kit gave out a shrill cry of alarm and confusion at the sudden change in his environment. With eyes shut and ears pressed against his head, the newborn had nothing to guide him but his already keen feline nose. Encouraged by the familiar, comforting smell of mom and milk, the warm tongue that gently rasped over his fur, and the soft appendage that wrapped around him, guiding him toward her, the grey tom pulled his little body nearer to his mother's. Finding the source of that nourishing liquid all kits require, he quieted down and suckled heartily.

Batfang stayed by her side during the all the birth of their kits. It was painful hearing her cries and he was afraid of losing her but suddenly... a soft mewing sounded. Something inside his hardened heart changed when he heard that cry... he felt how the ice that always consumed him since he was abandoned was slowly melting as he saw how his mate started cleaning up their sons.
Stretching a bit his neck, the tom finally saw the two little kits approaching the belly of their mother. They were perfect... too perfect. How two kits like them came from him? He couldn’t believe it. It was a really a blessing from Starclan. ”Oh... Tinytip... they’re beautiful just like you.” He purred licking her cheek lovingly. Then, his eyes looked back at his two unnamed sons. ”Do you mind if I name one of them, my love? Since they’re two, we can name one each other, right?”

The dark blackish-grey kit blindly stumbles to his mother's belly feeling the warmth and found a spot to get the nourishing liquid that he needed. He sucked drinking the liquid starting to get a little full and stopped after that he purrs a tried to meow but it kinda came out as a little squeak.
The kit shuffles alittle bit upward to his mothers neck laying down clumbsly.

The little she-cat nodded and then looked back at the two toms. She chuckled when the dark-furred tom mewed with a squeak and purred when she felt him in her neck. "You'll be Crowkit,
in honour of my father and your dark fur. I wish Starclan will take of you well, my dear son." Tinytip licked his head and pull him closer with one paw, happily. Then, her eyes returned to the other kit and to her mate. "What is his name, my love? I can't wait to see them as warriors!" She said with a tired but happy smile.

OOC: I'm so sorry for the delay!