sweet little lies (open)

MARSHMALLOW
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Marshmallow had hardly told anyone about her pregnancy. Sure, most cats probably assumed something, with her gaining weight and acting a little off, not to mention her constant stomachaches. It was just generally hard for the she-cat to keep a calm aura when her unborn children were moving around her insides. At least, that's what it felt like.

She refused to move into the nursery, she had an apprentice to train and she had warrior duties. She also was certain that some of her clanmates still didn't trust her, so she told herself that working hard would prove to everyone that she was still capable, that she was loyal, that she was a good cat. However, as the night went on, and the moon reached the highest position in the sky, it was too much. She needed to go to the nursery, the pains were getting harder and harder to ignore. She quietly went to the medicine den, got the attention of Fuzzybelly, and made her way to the nursery, where it was hopefully just the kits being annoying, but just in case...

Well, Marshmallow couldn't of said she was surprised, but her kits were now born, though maybe she could say she was surprised, because there were six entire kits at her stomach. Healthy. It was safe to say she was exhausted, though that would've just been an understatement. As she was fighting off a nap, she hid her kits under her tail and paws, they were just so... small. She gave in, eventually.

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A day had past since her kits had been born, and word must've spread quickly about Marshmallow in the nursery, she was probably seen by some passing queen. She was awake, though still incredibly tired (she did give birth to six entire kits, after all), she was able to take a closer look at all of her kits, and give them names. She had prepared three names, but as she looked down on the newborn kits, none really stood out as a 'Frost'. That was okay, though, she'd have to figure something out.

Taking a deep breath, she muttered their names quietly, one by one, licking each of the kits as she named them.

"Cicadakit, for your pelt that reminds me so much of an old friend..." The kit was a tortoiseshell, though female, unlike Cicadashriek. The she-kit had a little orange mark on her mostly-black head, Marshmallow thought that was quite cute.

The next was a kit that made her heart stop for a few seconds. Her eyes widened. The kit looked just like Fangsnap... "Fangkit, for..." She couldn't finish the sentence, and just quietly licked the kit's forehead slowly. She wanted to cry, but it was as if her body was too tired for tears.

"Applekit, for your orange patches remind me of apples that grow on apple trees." The kit was her first tom of the litter, fluffy, like his father, but the orange dappled on a white pelt reminded her much of her own pattern.

The next kit was also a ginger tabby, how was she going to explain this?... Well, she had at least one ginger littermate, if she could recall... Maybe she could get away with that..? She thought about the name for a moment. "Amberkit, because I... regret ignoring my grandmother so much."

"Sunkit." She mewed, for the next kit. Also orange-ish, but was slightly more brown than his siblings. "You stand out like the sun through storm clouds with your curious little pelt, don't you?" She purred.

Finally... Hm. He was almost like a mini Rookfire, well, that made things a bit easier to explain. "Poppykit. Because you might make some pains go away with that pelt of yours." She chuckled to herself.

Six kits, all had names. Marshmallow pulled them closer to her body, unsure if a crowd of cats was going to surround her again like they did before, waking her up. At least she would be better prepared, now? And the kits had names, at least. She watched the nursery exit with wide eyes. She was incredibly nervous about this...

CICADAKIT
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The small tortoiseshell kit was curled up under her mother's black-tipped tail. Her head was buried in her mother's belly-fluff, seeking warmth from the cold outside air. She let out a quiet mewl as a few words were spoken and her head was given a little lick. She wasn't quite sure of the importance of the words her mother said just yet, she just knew that she was safe, and this was her home.

MARSHMALLOW
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Marshmallow watched her kits squirm and wriggle next to her. She giggled at the sight of a particular kitten bothering all the others- Sunkit- she softly nosed them all back closer to her stomach, giving Sunkit a good groom. She was gentle with them, not wanting to accidentally hurt them.

She had just pushed them all to her belly again when Rookfire came in. She blinked up sleepily. "Please do." She sighed. I hope he's not angry with me naming my kits by myself. I just wanted that part done with... Marshmallow flicked her tail out of the way as he approached. She widened her eyes as he spoke. "I'm sorry. I fell asleep right after giving birth, and I've only now just woken up." She explained.

She chuckled softly as Rookfire finished counting them. "I thought I was only going to have two or three. I don't know if this is StarClan's blessing, or a curse." Her voice cracked in tiredness. "I was quite shocked to see that Poppykit looked a lot like you." She nosed at Poppykit. "And Sunkit has been quite a bit of trouble so young..." She purred affectionately, licking the top of the little kit's head. "I have so many ginger kits, I worry it's going to be hard to tell them apart." She joked.

With a sigh, she flopped over more, resting her head on the moss bed, letting out a long sigh. "They will all grow up to be nice, smart, and beautiful cats." She decided, a purr rumbling up in her chest.