Post by raid on Jun 28, 2008 16:24:27 GMT -5
Her body swelled with the excess weight of the tiny kits in her belly. She was about to pop any day now, take a needle to her and she would pop, much like a balloon. She had been warned to stay in the camp, and heeding the warning of her mate and medicine cat...Dancingswan had unwillingly kept herself contained in the Celestial camp. Nobody understood the pain she was in, they all just cooed and surrounded her saying how many do you think, what will names be, who's the father. It got annoying after awhile, but the good natured and kind hearted she-cat answered the questions calmly. Heaving her bulging body from the ground of the camp, she peered up into the sun for a brief moments before looking away. Her body was hunched somewhat as the extra weight put pressure upon her legs. Her walk was more like a waddle as she made her way back to the Nursery, ready to settle down for a nice kind sleep. But she wouldn't be getting that, and she realized it as she felt a pain within her. Moving as quickly as she could she plopped herself down in the Nursery, giving a yowl for Lionfang and Rainflower. Rainflower was more than likely busy, Dancingswan knew her brother Omencurse had fallen ill. That was more important than her kits anyways. Breathing slowly she gave another yowl. With time passing kits began to appear beside her body, and finally five kits lay beside her. Nudging them and giving them each a lick she nosed them towards her wishing for Lionfang.