BMC: New Life

The black and white queen watched as the last of the Caveclan cats left for the raid. Pah! Idiots! What do they win from this? Pride? And they'll be so sad when a "Clanmate" dies, yet they continue to fight... They're all idi-

Her thoughts stopped short as a burst of pain exploded in her stomach, and a yowl of pain escaped her. One of the Clan cats- the medicine cat, she believed- ran over, seeming worried. "Are you okay?" she asked, eyes wide, about to nose Willow.

"My kits! Don't touch me, you stupid- Ahh!" another wave of pain hit her, and any protests died as Dreamdusk ran to gather herbs.


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It had seemed like hours had passed, but finally, the pain was gone, and four kits lay against their mother, who was half-asleep. A faint, far-away voice asked her, "What are their names?"


She tiredly lifted her head and gazed at them: two toms and two she-cats. One of the she-cats was unmoving, but Willow was sure the kit would survive: maybe it was just as tired as she was?


"The largest... The black and white tom... Will be Badger." She refused to give her kits Clan names, no matter where they had been born: she and her mate were rogues, and so would these kits be! Besides, this kit looked like a badger! His markings, and he was so much stronger and larger than his siblings... Badger seemed to fit him.


"The ginger tabby and white one, the one that's not moving.. She will be..." The she-cat hesitated. "Light. Or Bright... I like Light better, but... The kit will decide when she can." the mother finally decided. Just like I did.

"The calico she-cat... Her name is Maple." She looks almost like a leaf... And... Something about her... She will be a good she-cat...

Her eyes landed on the last kit, a pure white tom. He was the smallest of the litter, and would probably never survive as a rogue.

"Frost." she decided simply, voice as cold as the word's meaning. "His name is Frost. Or Talon..." She mused. She had always loved that name, but... The way she felt for the kit was cold as ice. Yes, he was her son, but he was so weak. Not like Badger... And Talon seemed like such a strong name. Too strong for such a weak-looking kit. "Frost."


She sighed and curled up around her newborn kits. If only Red were here... He'd love them... She mused, drifting off. He'd love them all.... Just like I do...