A Litter of Kitters (Closed)

The nursery was a place that Nutfur would never have thought she would be staying in. But now here she was, Spotfur's kits inside her, ready to come out any day now. Most of her mind felt a joy, but fear also held a place there. For the last few days she had hardly dared to leave the nursery, and every time she slept nightmares of Redfur dying filled her mind. What if she ended up like her mother? Dying due to stupid actions during pregnancy, leaving her kits motherless, breaking her mate's heart? No, she couldn't let herself think like that. But recently, optimism hadn't been her strong suit, and she found more and more irrational fears grow just as much as her hunger. Not only was she eating for two, but is seemed she was also worrying for two as well. Laying down in the nursery, she felt a horrible pain near her stomach. Biting back a yowl of pain, she assumed it was just a side effect of expecting kits. Maybe one of them kicked her or something. But this time it didn't stop. The agony just grew and grew until she was sure this wasn't normal. Realization dawned on her face as she realized what was happening. Moaning, she managed to lift herself to her front paws, back legs still lying on the ground. "Spotfur!"

Spotfur's ears perked up as he heard his mate's pained call. He had been heading over to the nursery anyway with a few fish but now he ran and dropped the fish by her. "No, no, no, don't get up, stay down. I brought fish, but perhaps that can wait for the kits. I'll get Goldeneye." He rushed to get a stick and called out for the medicine cat. "Goldeneye, Nutfur's having her kits!" He said as he rushed by the medicine cats' den.


OOC: "dropped the fish by her" nearly corrected to "dropped the fish on her" XD

OOC: I need this done quickly, so I'll skip Grey

IC: "No, Spotfur. Stay," Nutfur grunted firmly, letting herself fall back down. The pain was excruciating, and she closed her eyes as if that would make it stop. Ignoring the fish, she grabbed the stick that Spotfur had given to her, ready to bite down if needed. Fear burned bright in her hazel eyes as she prepared for what she knew was coming. Though she had been to young to remember it, visions of Redfur bleeding out filled her mind. Oh StarClan, when would this be all over?

------Timeskip------

Nutfur lay panting, barely able to keep her eyes open. At her side lay a single kit, and it was hard to believe that so much pain came from one kit. Well, she had been Redfur's only kit as well. Licking her son's fur down a few times, she looked back up at Spotfur. This must be a magic moment for both of them. "What should we name him?"

The Kit mewed and he looked at his mother. A little pur comes from him.

Spotfur licked the kit and Nutfur as well. The kit painfully reminded him of his first loss; Raccoonpaw. It pained him to remember his siblings who'd left for Starclan. "What about Racconkit, after his raccoon-like markings? He will grow up big and strong, like a Raccoon. And also named after my first dead brother, Raccoonpaw."

As the kit hears the name Raccoonkit, he purrs a little louder.

"Racoonkit it is then," Nutfur agreed, smiling at Racoonkit's small purr. He would become a great warrior, she was sure of it. As grim as part of Spotfur's reasoning was, she was sure that the name suited the tom-kit. After all, raccoons were strong creatures, and he did look a bit like one. She licked the small kit again, joy filling her gaze. He was perfect in every single way.