Life Born of Lies (Open for waterdawn kits!)

Waterlily's stomach was quickly getting bigger.  This both felt like it was too fast, and she did not want to tell anyone about Klaus, but at the same time she could not wait for these kits to be out of her.  Now, she was on her way to the medicine den, for the kits were coming.  She had been through this before, the only difference was that last time she had given birth to kits her mate was there to help her through it.  But this was what she would have to live with.  She would have to see Klaus again as soon as she was able to tell him.  However, leaving the nursery would be hard especially without a mate to watch the kits and she did not exactly feel like she would be able to ask someone to find and tell Klaus that his kits had been born.  She would try to allow them to see him when they got older.

She came to the medicine and, multiple painful hours later, there were seven little kits around her.  This was a a bit bigger than her previous litter.  She rested a little bit, just admiring the kits around her.  Eventually, she thought of names for each one.

"Daykit, Darkkit, Specklekit, Fawnkit, Littlekit, Eveningkit, and Comfreykit." She said looking at each of them as she gave them a name.  They all were beautiful kits who she knew were going to just be amazing (there was definitely no mother's bias on her part).

I can't wait... she thought.  I can't wait for Klaus sees them.  He is going to love them.

All worries in her mind slipped away and they all turned into thoughts of hope of the future.

Waterlily/Dawnhawk kits have been borthed.  Let the choas begin!

A duo-toned tom kit took his first breath into the world. He knew nothing of what was to come. All he knew is that he was thrust into a new universe of unfamiliarity. As the cold hit his skin he cried out, desperately crawling toward the warmth and the comforting scent of his mother. Managing to claim the teet closest to the heart of his mother, he secured his spot among his litter. Once the warmth shielded him from the cold and his belly began to swell from milk, Darkkit's fears were quelled. He didn't need to worry about anything else right now... just eat and sleep and be warm.

A tiny, strange kitten was curled up against his mother's black fur. He was quite squished by all his littermates, warm, but unaware of the life ahead of him. He had been given the name Specklekit, from his splotchy fur and odd patterns.

He may have been sleeping peacefully now, but it would only be a few weeks before all that peacefulness would disappear.

Weak, gentle, and fragile. Fawnkit knew nothing of the new world she was now in, still a mess and a soft bundle of fur as she cried along with her littermates. This place and feeling were both unfamiliar to her, though against the cold atmosphere she found warmth. Right beside her was her mother— and she crawled, soon managing to get a spot of her own as she began to feed on the taste of milk. As her current needs were then met, she relaxed.

As oblivious as she was now, this world was challenging, and soon, she'd finally begin to understand it.

Squished between his littermates, a pale tom-kit cried out, wriggling in search of his mother's warmth. The kit sounded especially strained as he squealed, head wobbling and gracelessly knocking against his siblings. Eventually, though, Daykit found Waterlily's side; he still tried to wail his own little protest, but not quite as cold anymore, he slowly drew into quiet nestled between his littermates and his mother's belly.

She was harmless. The quiet kit pushed herself towards the milk, but by no means fought for it. There would be no point in violence, it would just make everyone's life harder. After she was well fed the black, fluffy she-kit snuggled into her siblings. Her breath was calm and steady. Comfreykit was not worried, she had her family.

Half the size of her six siblings, a tiny golden darkly striped tabby squirmed her way determinedly toward warmth, the scent of mother and milk. Her tiny head bumped into her already nursing littermates, their little kicking paws hitting her nose. Strong and focused, she tumbled and wriggled her tiny body the length of their mother, looking for a space that wasn't there. She mewled loudly and unhappily, deaf to her own cries, she was hungry and starting to get cold.