The Littlest Starlords(closed for Starlord,kits,and Jaystar)

It had been a little late at night when Littlestream had felt a slight sensation of pain. Getting to her paws wasn't too much of a problem as she made her way from camp. She knew where she needed to go to find Starlord she just hoped she could make it in time. As the young she cat moved through the territory as quickly as she could she saw the barn that he mentioned just as the pain started to get worse. Wincing a bit she pushed on she moved to the barn with her first guess that he would be inside. The pain started to become too much as she crouched down ears flat against her head"Starlord!"She called but it came out as a painful yowl. She hoped he was here as he said he was cause if not she was scared she would lose thhe kits or herself without any help. Her breathe came quick as she had to lay down.

Life after Riverclan had been severely uneventful. The ginger and white coated loner had done little more than spend his time alone, hunting and attempting to keep warm on his own just outside of the clan territory. He was less than respectful of the borders but thankfully the walker barn was not well-frequented by the clan and he had been careful to hold back for now. At least for the birth of his kits. His kits... Starlord could not believe he was to be a father. It was something that he had never considered in his life until it was about to happen. While his heart did not belong to the she-cat who would bare his offspring, Littlestream was a lovely cat. He found himself looking forward to when she would finally be here. If she would truly follow up with his request, any day now the Riverclan cat would join them for the birth of their kits.

With the walkers away for the season, the loner had taken up residency just within a small corner of the temporarily abandoned space. A crack in the rather sturdy wood had wide enough for him to slip himself through. Starlord was sound asleep in the rest, only occasionally did his nose twitch with hints at a dream. His head shot up at once as a yowl tore through the air and drove him to his feet. This place was normally peacefully but that had been disrupted. His blue eyes darted around wildly, seeking out the source of the sound. And quickly he found it... Littlestream! He watched as she fell to the ground and immediately he raced over, "It's okay, Littlestream. It will be okay. I'm here." Having seen Goldeneye give birth, the tom knew what was about to happen. There weren't any herbs he knew of nearby. With panic rising in his chest, Starlord raced outside to find a stick for her to bit down before quickly returning to give it to the queen to chew on.

For a moment Littlestream feared he wouldn't have been there as he said. She started to close her eyes her claws digging into the ground for a moment as pain rippled across her belly for a moment. Only then when she heard a voice that she opened her eyes. She could only give a slight nod as he said he was there for her before he vanished and came back with a stick which she took between her teeth and bit down when she felt a stronger wave of pain. She knew somewhat what she had to do or more of what she thought as she pushed the first kitten(Copperkit) came into the world.She dropped the stick despite the pain and moved to clean the kits at least until she got a response and she turned back biting down on the stick continuing this until three kits laid at her flank. Her eyes closed for a moment before she looked to the kittens not one of them looked like her all of the kits held a ginger tabby coat,a pale ginger tabby coat or a ginger tabby and white coat. She just hoped no one in Riverclan will make the guess. Once the kits were nestled at her side she looked up at Starlord.


(Didn't know if you wanted to space it out. If you did i can edit the post)
(Also order of birth is Copper,Mink,Lion)

Warmth, there was warmth. The kitten wriggled his body closer to it, barely aware of anything but jumbled sensations of occasional cold and movements. Something nudged him, pushing him closer towards the warmth. Instinctively, he latched onto something with his mouth, drawing wetness into it and into his belly. He stilled, content to lie in the warmness.
(ooc: I have no idea how to rp kittens this young....)

Jaystar, as nervous and anxious as he was, always checked all the dens to see if all of his clanmates returned home before he could go to sleep. Everything seemed in perfect order until he reached the nursery and the nest of her daughter was empty. He left the den fast and silent and, thanks to Starclan, he soon noticed a track of pawprints in the dirt and her smell. Why would she leave so late at night when she was about to give birth?! The Riverclan leader couldn't stay still... he had to find her and bring her back with her kits so they could be treated properly!

The leader ran and ran through the forest followed her track until he glanced the barn. Maybe a Twoleg picked her up... he had to save her! However, his beliefs were proven wrong soon after he entered the place and found Littlestrem with her newborn kits... and Starlord by her side. A deep hiss escaped from his throat. He rushed to the loner and hit in him in the face with one unsheathed claw, leaving a barely visible cut on his cheek. "HOW DARE YOU TO COME BACK AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO MY DAUGHTER, FOXHEART!" He yowled like a fierce lion about to kill.

ooc: chickenwing this topic is mostly just an intro and for the drama of the parents so don't worry too much about the young kit RP because it's never too exciting :) BUT this means you're now free to move about the clan ;) welcome to lyfe

As she convulsed with waves of pain, the loner sat there helplessly. All he could hope to do was be a comforting presence for the she-cat who was wrought with the agony of childbirth because of their actions. Starlord muttered comforts too her as he paced around her frame, waiting for the end to come soon and feeling the discomfort that came from not knowing how to handle the situation. His eyes squeezed shut for a brief moment and he listened to the labored breathing and sounds of her obvious struggle. A picture of Goldeneye, tucked away in the little cove of the walker nest, sounds matching that of the current moment. He let out a low breath and tried to shove the thought away but it was a comfort. Even the thought of the she-cat he loved seemed to help him find his footing.

As each kit was born, Starlord joined their mother in the efforts of cleaning off their coats. His tongue rasped across the slick back fur, trying to fluff it and warm them up. The pounding in his chest, reminiscent of his love for Gold and her kits, only seemed to intensify as he looked down at his offspring that suckled so peacefully at the stomach of the Riverclan she-cat. It was impossible to contain the brilliant smile that curved up the sides of his maw. This was no lopsided, half-smile, or a charming grin that usually graced his feature but a genuine and unadulterated affection for the little bundles who shared the same blood that ran through his veins. His blue eyes flickered up to Littlestream. He did not love her like Goldeneye, but he would forever be grateful for the precious gifts she had given him in the form of these kits.

"You did wonderful, Littlestream." The loner purred, flicking his tail across her fur as he briefly licked her shoulder, "They're brilliant... they're incredible." All the fears he had over being a father seemed to be muted by the wonder before him. Raising Jaystar and Goldeneye's kits had been different, he loved them as fiercely as his own flesh and blood but as the Riverclan leader constantly sought to remind him, those were not his to claim and kin. The little ginger kits before him bore marks of their parentage. The queen hadn't said anything, merely dropped the stick and looked up at him expectantly. No doubt she would want them to have clan names as was Riverclan tradition but perhaps, "Can I name them? I mean, I know you'll give them clan names but I want to give them proper family names, after my own line. They could have both?"

As he looked over each of the little kits, Starlord leaned forward to lick them gently and let out a soft meow and he bestowed each a proper name, "Princess." The words left his maw merely a breath as he addressed his only daughter. Next came one of the toms, the ginger tabby [Copperkit], to which he gave the name 'Aros', meaning from the river's mouth. And finally, he turned to the last kit, eyes shining with the love he had for them. Starlord did not consider what would happen after these moments when daybreak came and he would not be able to be with them as well, he was enamored with the moment. With a flick of his tale, the final kit [Minkkit] was named, "Strom... current. My sons and daughter, you will be incredible."

The peace of their moment together was short-lived as another yowl rose up through the air. Except this one wasn't from childbirth, it was filled with rage. Starlord whipped around with shoulders bristling and claws out as he stood in front of the she-cat and his kits. There was a stinging sensation on his cheek as the leader's claw lashed out and a couple droplets of blood spattered onto the ground and across his fur. A low hiss came from his maw, "Jaystar." And then the words his. He had been so ready to protect them, the immediate adrenaline slowed his processing. Starlord froze, eyes filled with confusion as he glanced back and forth between the pair of Riverclan cats and finally the question fell off his tongue in a muttered whisper, "Daughter? Like real daughter or adopted daughter?" With what little light there was, the answer presented itself to him. Their coats, how had he not seen it before. Littlestream was Jaystar's daughter. The news struck him perhaps more shockingly than the attack from the leader. He wasn't sure whether to be amused by the rage that was caused in the tom he despised or disgusted with the fact that his family line was now entangled with Jaystar's.

As he pulled himself back into the moment, the loner planted himself firmly into the ground as he faced the leader. All along his shoulders and back the fur continued to rise as his tail lashed defensively, "Stay away from them, Jaystar. Stay away from my kits!" It was obvious how angry the older cat was and he did not want such a monster to lay a claw on his kits. Nor on Littlestream if that were to happen. Even if it meant some scars of the cost of his life, Jaystar wouldn't be allowed near them in this state.


ooc: as a reminder, starlord is just tossing his babies loner names for his own sake, you never have to use them unless you want to and can just forget they exist :) or IC your babes could later ask momma Little about their father and be reminded or something. He will also likely try to visit them all when he can, even at the risk of his life.

The silvery tabby smiled some thankfully when he told her she did good and that made her happy if for the moment. When he had asked to name them she had nodded"of course...I want them to have both"She mewed softly listening to the names he gave them and smiled softly. She didn't know the meaning of the names but they sounds perfect. She couldn't help the purr that rose in her throat as she looked to them. She had been about to speak when she heard a familiar voice of her father enraged. She flattened her ears and curled around her kits protectively as she watched the two toms before she spoke up"DAD STOP!"She said braving herself for a bought of confidence she didn't normally use."He's only here because I asked him and he promised he'd be there for the kits"She mewed her voice going back to its soft tone. She would stand if she could at the moment but she was worried about her 3 kits rather then standing right away.

Jaystar hissed back at the loner, stepping in between him and his daughter, in a protective way toward her and her kits. He shot a glance to Littlestream, a strict, yet not hateful one. "I told you not to ever come to his side after what he did to you... But it doesn't matter now. If this pathetic excuse for a cat and you agreed that you would be together for the kits, that's fine. But now that they're born, the promise is over..." The Riverclan leader then stepped closer to Starlord, his claws unsheathed and fur bristling in rage.

Instead of clawing him again, the more experienced tom just rushed to him and knocked him down with a strong tackle. "Yes, she's my daughter, daughter of my former mate, Cinder. And I don't care if you're the father of these kits. They belong to Riverclan now, their true home and I won't let you stay near to them after this night! No one brakes my daughter's heart... they're not your family so you better leave now before I make you."

The first kitten to be born's ginger coat practically radiated an orange color as soon as the sack was licked clean from his pelt. Eyes closed and ears folded, the young cat had no inclination of the argument unfolding around him and his newly arriving younger siblings. Only the warmth of his mother, and a hunger in his stomach.

However, there was a smell to his mother. Nothing calm, but anxious as he would come to understand later in life. But, the kitten did not begin to suckle, instead struggled across the length of his mother, climbing over his siblings meekly. With a high pitched meow, Copperkit, or known as Aros to his father cried for attention, a chill running over his freshly groomed pelt.

The blood-boiled within the loner's veins and adrenaline pounded alongside it. If it weren't for the minute amount of control that lay deep within the back of his mind, the tom would have instantly lashed out in response. This cat showed up, yowling and causing a physical fight, in front of his newly born kits and the poor queen who was still recovering from their birth. All of them were closer than a taillength away. Starlord could feel the leader's breath because of how close he had tried to cut between him and his kin. Fur stood on end and claws dug solidly into the well-trodden mixture of earth and hay. The conflict within him about not wanting to expose the others to such a violent confrontation held him back. Even when Jaystar cut between them causing his heart to pound faster. And then the silver tabby was on him. Clearly Riverclan's wise leader had chosen his path.

Starlord spat up at him, not quite finding the words yet. He'd been thrown a fair distance, much closer to the entrance to the structure than before. Good. Away from the kits. Allowing his body to go lump, the ginger and white tom lashed out at the leader's legs in an attempt to stumble him before Starlord quickly regained his footing and lunged for the tom's scruff. As much as he could, he urged both of them towards the crack and out into the cooling night air. At resistance, a low hiss left his maw, "We can do this but not in front of them!" The protective nature of the tom urged him to kill the cat before them for threatening them in such a way. Prior to his arrival, everything had been peaceful. Okay. And Jaystar ripped that away from them in an instant. Never before had he longed to sink his claws so badly into another cat. Never before had he truly wanted to kill.

Starlord was not a creature driven by the thrill of battle. He merely engaged when he had to and attempted to make it enjoyable. But that was when it was only his life that matter. Now others depended on him. Spitting out several blue-grey hairs, Starlord rounded on the leader with a snarl, "How dare you start a fight in front of them, they're only kits you half-wit! What kind of cat demands kits be stripped from their father? You may have abandoned your kits once but I have no intention of leaving mine. Even if your blood runs through those kits, they do not belong to you. They belong to no one but themselves." His teeth were bared as he just barely stopped less than the width of a hair away from Jaystar's nose. Blue eyes burned with a white-hot, relentless fury over what had just happened. It was truly unbelievable. Where there no ends to the self-absorbed, foolish nature of this tom. How had he become a leader in the first place? Most Riverclan cats he met had been sensible enough.

"Just like my kits make their own decisions, your daughter is perfectly capable of doing the same, you can't decide what is best for her. Let her decide for once instead of coming in and using your claws like the massive brute you are." What had once almost risen to a yowl was now quieted to a cold, boiling rage. Reasonably, Starlord knew this was a battle not won. With the bull-headed leader, there was no reason. And besides, half the clan would rip his pelt off at command. Maybe there was something left to be desired with the brilliance of clan cats. Only a few seemed to possess basic knowledge. His claws tore up the earth, "How far will you go Jaystar? Separating mere kits from their parents, abandoning your flesh and blood for the preservation of your own role and supposed sake of the clan, tearing them away from me, doing all that you've done to Gold. And you still have the audacity to be convinced you should lead any group of cats. I've met Scorchclaw, and would say he would make a far greater leader than you ever could. Filled more honor than one of your claws. While some of the clan may see you as this wonderful leader, I see you as what you truly are... no greater than the rot on a walkerpath."

Unlike other times, the tom was already so done of Starlord just wanting to make him the bad guy. Yes, he had to admit that he wasn't perfect, that he did mistakes in the past and he paid for them. Lichenmask, Shade and Goldeneye leaving him as her mater were all the costs he had to pay but he had learnt. He had learnt that he had to fight for his family, for his clan for what it was the best for them. He was no longer going to abandon his family... not like when he did with his kits with Goldeneye. Jaystar remained relatively calm by the words of the loner. He didn't get angrier at all but just looked at him with disdain. Once he was over, the leader could not help it anymore and he laughed in his face. "Oh, for Starclan! And do you really think you're any better? Making an innocent she-cat to have kits with you right before you swore your love for Goldeneye? Don't you know that Littlestream is also her foster daughter? What would she say when she finds out to have kits with her just to break her heart after that? You don't truly love them, not Goldeneye or Littlestream. And I truly doubt you actually care about the kits as a father but because you feel bad for what you did, stupid coward." He said with a hiss as he started walking around him, keeping his claws unsheathed. "I never said they belong to me. They belong to Riverclan, that's all because their mother wants them to be there now and she's the one who truly owns those kits. I let her come here so you could have the chance to see these kits and even name them with your silly kittypet names. But now, you owe them nothing. If you keep going here, what do you think will happen? What would the clan, their home, will think about them seeing their outsider father by breaking the rules of our clan of challenging any trespassers (like you are) and refusing to take your lifestyle? Do you truly think that is the best for them to know you and meet you in the future? Unless they decide to leave Riverclan on their own will, you will only harm them because you're a selfish cat who only thinks on himself and his own pleasure. They can grow without a father. I did it myself, thousands of cat had done it before in the past. As long as they have their mother and a stable home to be raised, they will be fine. And you... can't offer them that. "

Jaystar stopped his walk in the front of the entrance of the barn and looked into Starlord's eyes, fiercely. "You come and take whatever you want. I offer you a home for more than two moons because Goldeneye appreciated you because you helped her and this is how you pay the clan? By having forbidden kits with our daughter, who do you not love at all? Littlestream is young and you took advantage of that. I had to comfort her, to see her in pain because YOU make her fall for you just to abandon her with a bunch of kits while you claim to love another she-cat. I'm here because you taught me something: that I should fight better for my family and that's what I'm doing now. Being the leader includes to take care of your clan over your own blood but, if there's a way to do both things, then I would not doubt to do it. And here I am..." Jaystar stepped closer to Starlord and looked directly into his eyes when there was just a whisker of distance between the two of them. "Once again, I'll give you a second chance... for Littlestream. Leave my territory and never come back if you know what's the best for your kits or give me the honour to chase you off using the force. I'll give them a home and once they're big enough, they will have the chance to choose their life... I don't care if they have your blood, they will be loved and fed in Riverclan as one of it."

Littlestream's ears flattened for a moment before she gently grabbed Aros/Copperkit and set him down in between her paws close to her chest as she groomed his fur for a moment to warm him all the while listening as best she could to what was happening outside. She let her blue gaze look to the door they vanished through and hoped maybe for a moment neither would try to kill the other. She didn't know what to do for a moment but to make sure the kits stayed warm. She figured now would be better then any to give them their clan names."You will be named Copperkit my little attention seeker"Littlestream purred softly as she gently nudged her firstborn to her belly. "Minkkit"She mewed softly to her other son and then her gaze looked to her only daughter and smiled softly"Lionkit not only for you fluff around your neck but in hopes that youll be just as strong as one but still kind at heart"She mewed softly.

The laughter that bubbled up from the leader's maw only made him look more ridiculous as if it were a possibility. Starlord's own growing rage was replaced with a cool and unadulterated hatred for the cat standing across from him. Every word that left the silver-blue tom's face was just another pathetic attempt to make himself look better, to reflect on the loner, to make himself appear to be the higher power. Behind him, his tail-tip twitched irritably. It was perhaps the most infuriating of the clan tendencies, to disregard cats who lived outside their ranks and look down at them as lowly. Despite their battle against Lichenmask, one fought to preserve the blood of the impure, it was utterly ridiculous to see how much these cats still valued the circumstance of one's birth over character. There was no difference in treatment from the leader since he had arrived. It was fitting, almost humorous, that he should depart with a mark from Gold's former mate, reminiscent of their first conversation.

As he mulled over the first words for a moment, soaking in the fact that this very warrior who bore his children was one of Goldeneye's adoptive kits, the ones she actually loved, his blood turned to ice. Although his blue gaze, which was turned away from the leader and fixated on a far-off place among the trees, showed the conflict of churning thoughts the tom's face was unreadable. While his claws did not ease in their relentless grip of the earth, Starlord could feel his rigid muscles relax into a looser state of tenseness. Adrenaline seemed to die away. There was a brief moment where his mind was seized with a sense of despair as he considered what the medicine cat might think of his actions. A sharp intake of breath seemed to cool the worry with the ice that hit the back of his throat. So many things had happened between the two of them, and he knew that she would understand his mistakes as he had hers. They would get through this. Jaystar was wrong; he had always been wrong. About her, about Starlord, and about everything else.

"Tsk. Tsk." Starlord chuckled softly after a long pause, "After everything that has happened you're still the same fish-brained fool who greeted me with the strike of a paw. All those words and still so little... content? Honestly, I would have expected more of a supposed leader. Stupid of me to have expectations after all this time." A lopsided-grin, eerily uncharacteristic in the moment, crossed his features as he raised his head to lock eyes with Jaystar. As he straightened his shoulders which had been tensed for a fight, the ginger and white coated loner looked as if he nearly stood at the taller tom's height. There was no denying the difference in size but it was near undeterminable as the loner stood taller than before, unflinching. The glow of the moonlight reflected off the depths of his eyes, making them like the bowels of the hottest flame. He stared right back at the Riverclan cat, tasting the words on his tongue before speaking.

"You can spew your incessant nonsense all day long, scream it at the stars you worship but trying to impress your ridiculous clan ideas on me is about as senseless as fishing in a tree. I will repeat it until your daft ears manage to understand, those kits belong to no one but themselves." The loner touched their noses together as he hissed before pulling away to look fully in the face of his enemy and added "I belong to no one but myself. If you think for even one second that your wind of threats will keep me away from raising my own offspring, or attempting to care for Littlestream as I vowed then you are even more featherbrained than I ever could have dreamed. You will have to strike me down before I abandon them. The day I become as spineless as you is the day I die." Starlord let out a low breath that he didn't realize he was holding. In confidence, his tail had lofted to lash behind him as each word cut through the night air. Everything was tense, and the words sharp but the loner found them to come easy and fueled the determination within him. He turned away from the barn and allowed his tail tip to flick the leader on the nose.

"Tell my kits I love them. And that their father will be back." With that, he galloped off into the night with a renewed fire within his veins. His time in Riverclan was over, but this certainly wasn't the end.