i'll keep you safe [c]

It was a crisp morning in RiverClan - the sun barely peeking over the horizon and casting a glow over the shimmering surface of the river.

A sharp pain marked the beginning of Weepingwillow's contractions. With each contraction, her muscles clenched like a river tightening its vicious grip around a stone - then gently released. Each one was getting stronger than the last, but she gritted her teeth, emitted a low growl, and dug her claws into her nest. Her ears were pressed against her skull and her tail twitched erratically beside of her.

She needed someone before it was too late.

"Clovermottle," She called to the first name she thought of, her tone having a desperate edge and she was breathing heavily. "Please, get Littlesplash." She gasped.

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A final, triumph push marked the end. She was exhausted. She slumped against her mossy bedding, releasing a weary sigh as she closed her eyes. Fatigue settled over her like a heavy fog. Every muscle ached - and she longed for nothing more than sleep.

Yet, her ears twitched at the soft mewling against her side. With great effort, she lifted her head - gazing upon the five tiny bundles of fur. I have to name them. They deserve to be known. She thought.

With a soft purr, she began to shakily groom her firstborn. His pale-brown ticked coat was reminiscent of Flutterweed. She was a beautiful she-cat, but her words were deadly - much like oleander. "Oleanderkit," She purred tiredly, giving him a delicate lick between his ears. He was perfect. "May you be as strong and beautiful as your namesake, my sweet baby boy. Thrive and flourish, much like the oleander blooms."

She moved her focus to the gray tom next to Oleanderkit. He had the strongest mew, and she stifled a tired laugh as he threw back his head to release his mighty roar. What a warrior. He reminded her of the rocks that split the rushing flow of the river. "Rushkit," She cooed, nuzzling him closer and giving his back a few firm licks. "It's okay, my love. You're safe." She reassured, wrapping her tail protectively around her litter. "May you be as powerful and unpredictable as the river itself. You are capable of overcoming anything that comes your way - let your roar be heard far and wide."

Next to Rushkit was a beautiful tom - taking after his father's bold tabby markings, sporting dark stripes and cream undersides. He reminded her of a twilight sky, and her gaze softened. It was much like the ones Creekskip loved - sadness dancing in her eyes. I'm sorry the war took your father away from you. "Twilightkit," She purred, gently nuzzling the tom. "For your pelt - may you be as mysterious and strikingly beautiful as your namesake. It is a reflection of the depth of your soul - let you illuminate the path for others."

Second to last was a tom that resembled her - adopting her angular features and her dark pelt. He was handsome - her miniature me. Her eyes sparkled. "Loachkit," She purred. Loaches were her favorite fish - swift, hardy. "May you be as resilient and fast as a loach, my dear. The river is yours to own. Navigate the waters of life with grace - you are destined to conquer it."

Last was a beautiful she-cat - her only. She was a grey tabby with fawn markings. She looked fragile next to her brothers, and she was the smallest out of the five. She nuzzled her daughter closer protectively. "Sagekit," She whispered, "As delicate as you may seem, remember that strength comes in many forms. I hope you are as wise as your namesake, my little flower. RiverClan needs your guidance."

Her final words are spoken, and she rests her head on her paws - her tail still loosely curled around her litter protectively. Despite her overwhelming fatigue, she was at peace. "They're perfect." She mewed quietly, intended for herself - and Creekskip.

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Twilightkit
Kit | RiverClan | he/him

At the brusque introduction of a name he could not hear, the rough scrape of a tongue he was scarcely aware of, Twilightkit began to squirm. He'd been still beforehand, perhaps exhausted himself from the act of creation, but life ebbed into his clay body now. His soft, crying mewls were drowned out by the sharper cries of his brother beside him. Twilightkit didn't mind. Now, with his eyes squeezed shut and ears folded still to his head, Twilightkit cared for nothing except inching closer to his mother, nuzzling against her belly in search of milk.

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Oleanderkit
Kit | RiverClan | He/Him

The kitten's world was small, only consisting of warmth and the squirming bodies of his siblings. He let out little needy mewls, blindly wriggling toward the scent of milk. He seemed determined to press himself as close as possible to the only comfort he knew. He nestled into the soft fur of his mother, falling into a content quiet now he was where he wanted to be. He was safe here, warm and loved, even if he barely held the concept of what loved was just yet.

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SAGEKIT

 
Sagekit did not cry, as she did not have the energy to– her stronger brothers would make up for it, fill up the milky air with their sharp mewls as they wriggle blindly towards the warm, welcoming fur of their mother. She was weak, huffing shallow breaths and snuggled into Weepingwillow’s dark pelt, stealing her warmth and her milk for herself; she felt safe and at peace, her small world flanked by her mother and her brothers… distantly and abstractly, in her little kitten mind, Sagekit hoped that she felt this safe for eternity.