Sandthistle's Birth

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Sandthistle rolled over on the freezing ground and groaned in pain. Whichever way she lay, it wqas just not comfortable. After much jostling and rolling, and picked a position of which she was lying on her back, whith her belly straight up. It's not perfect, but it will do.. she thought irritatedly. The sandy she-cat lifted her head to lick her stomach (which was veyr hard in her position), and smiled warmly when she felt a jolt, not quite the size of a vole's head, nudge her tongue. As she lay her head back, ehr smile faltered, and turned into a grimace fo pain. Rippled seized her stomach like wave of the sun-drown place lapping against the sand. She quickly turned bakc onto her sotmach, and let out a tiny whimper as the waves got bigger. She kicked helplessly, and waited for a savior.

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[wildheart]

Hawkstar suddenly got this really strong urge to visit Sandthistle. He crossed the camp, dodging pesky hero worshipping apprentices nd stood at the nursery entrnce. "sandthistle?" he heard a wimper. as his eyes ajusted to the darkness he saw his mate lying on the ground, spasms taking over her body. "Sandthistle!"

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The sandy queen opened her mouth to yowl in pain, but no sound came out. She kicked helplessly, and the spasms halted for a brief moment. By Sandthistle's tail lie a tiny black and tan tabby kit. Instinctively, Sandthistle lifted her head, and licked the tiny creature. She then grabbed his scruff, and lifted him over to her stomach, where she softly ropped him. The tom started to suckle, and she couldn't help but smile a warm smile at him. The smile dimmed, but didn't disappear completely, as the ripples and jolts started across her stomach again. Sandthistle clenched her teeth, and waited for them to stop again, and for another kit to be born.

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[wildheart]

Hawkstar stared in shock. He was now a father. A feice ferociousness broke through his body. He raced out the den and started to yowl for the medicine cat, desperately.

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Sandthistle sheathed and unsheathed her claws, but made no noise of pain. She instead wore the hurt on her face. It was twisted up into a horrible grimace, with the tiniest hint of warmth plastered under the greif. She jolted once, then paused. Another kit scramled out form behind her, and mewled helplessly, the film over its body suffocating it. Again, Sandthistle bent down, and licked the kit to free it of its airtight chamber. Quickly, and qithout hesitation, the sandy queen lifted the brown, white, and black ragged she-cat next to her belly, and dropped her there so she could sucklep.

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[wildheart]

"Thymetongue?" He murmured to the darkness. Stretching his head in to the small den, he opened his mouth to taste the medicine scent. Musty leaves tinged the Air with a spicy Zest and Through it all he could detect Borage in the back.
Herbs Draped the little cavern, Their colours splashing against the dark rocks, illuminated by a small opening in the back. Borage was resting in a tiny clump on one of the rocks. Hawkstar knew this was for Sandthistle for her birthing. Thymetongue had told him she had what was needed ready to go. Bending over the rock, he picked up the little wrap of herbs between his teeth. The juices seeped through and he lessened his grip.

[Dragon]

Thymetongue seemed to appear in out of thin air, and he had an alert look in his black eyes. "Be gentle with those." he commented, and stood next to him a faint smile on his lips. He wordlessly trotted toward the nursery and he crouched next to the queen, murmuring soothing words like the hum of a warm summer's day.

OOC/: if you don't want me in ur RP just ignore the Owl

[wildheart]

ooc: oooops! I didnt know Thymetongue was a tom!! lol

Hawkstar nodded, and crept into the nursery. Sandthistle appeared to have finished her birth as there were four kittens mewling away. hawkstar fel choked up as he tried to speak. "Great strclan, they're beautiful! "
The words caught in his throat as he whispered them.