Twolegged Place for Five-Clan Rp |☾ ☼ ϟ ≈ ☁|

(Yep, I think so!)

"We'll have to take down all the monster bats!" Blossomkit giggled in agreement, before she ducked under her father's tongue. "Papa! I can clean my own ears!"

Sparrow did not answer at that, thinking of his own clan for a moment. He had felt safe and warm there, curled up at Vixenrose's belly, tucked into Flamestrike's tail, rolling around with his sister in the nursery, touching his nose to Shadeclaw's and-

His thoughts slammed to a halt, and he felt his teeth grind, and his claws prickle into the dirt below him. He swallowed down his emotions, and found himself understanding Shimmer's desire to just...be away from it. He shrugged again, huffing out.

"I guess that makes sense. I may not understand it, but I do get why she would prefer something else...clan life really isn't for everybody, I would think."

(Gtg for the night! I'll reply tomorrow)

Blossomkit gave a squeak of surprise as she fell under Hopkit’s pounce, though it quickly turned into an excited little growl.
“You’ll have to be super strong to fight the bats, Hopkit! Are you ready?”

Bloompelt watched with a chime of laughter, admiring how well Cricket interacted with their kits. He was as adorable as they were, in her mind.

Sparrow looked at Gregory for a few long moments before he swallowed and scoffed quietly.
“Some clan cats are more selfish than any cat you’ll ever meet...All they care about sometimes is how much power they have over everyone else...”

(Bop! We can have her kitting, if you like! I’ll have two kits, if that’s cool. So she can have 3 or 4?)

Axel paced viciously, his claws worrying at the stone beneath his paws. The metal creaked in the old building, though it was Obsidian’s state that he was most concerned about. He had never felt this kind of worry for a mother of his kits before, not since Revy and Spade’s mother. Obsidian was a special cat though.

“Well?” He snapped harshly at one of the skittering she-cats who had kitted before, now trying to help Obsidian. She flattened her ears a bit and swallowed.

“She’ll be kitting anytime now. It...it just takes some time...”

“It won’t be long now, I promise!” One of the older she-cats assured. She hissed as a younger she-cat tried to skirt around them. “Gah! S-sorry, Tiana!”

“As you should be! Go get that moss, like I said! Steal it from the yapping dog’s yard if you need to!” Tiana grunted as she tossed her eyes, before looking back at Obsidian. “Deep breaths, my friend.”

Axel thrust his way towards Obsidian, asking her tersely. “What shall I get to assist you? I can get anything in this city, all for you.” He promised.

(Axel is a black tom, stocky and strong, with curled ears, but a normal length tail. Blue eyes!)

“Leave it to you to ask for the one thing I can’t get.” Axel sighed, before his curled ears fell back and he growled at Tiana. “Are you going to assist her or not?”

“I am, Axel.” Tiana grunted back. “Obsidian, I need you to push...now!” She exclaimed.

After a few moments, a healthy looking black she-kit with smoky grey paws was born. Tiana cleaned the kit quickly, giving a nod of approval as the kit gave a loud cry.

Axel perked his ears up, a twinge of approval in his eyes for the healthy birth, and that Obsidian had done so well. The pain in her yowl made his claws flex a bit.

“There’s the second one. A tom.” Tiana announced, much to Axel’s approval. He was certainly keen on how similar they looked to him and their mother. There was even a hint of a curl to the she-kit’s ears.

“I think I feel two. Not so bad. They’ll probably be a bit smaller then these two.” Tiana mused, feeling the queen’s belly.

Axel lifted his head, four kits would be more than enough, plenty to raise into strong fighters and hunters for their group.

Revy draped elegantly upon one of the hanging beams, standing guard in the shadows as his younger siblings were being born.

The third kit was pure black, from muzzle to tailtip. He was smaller than his siblings, but cried out healthily.

“That is...hm. Well, she’s a she-kit.” Tiana exclaimed. Axel’s eyes flickered with light confusion, before he huffed. He assumed this kit merely got some white fur from one of Obsidian’s kin, or from Alice’s blood within him. He thought of his mother with respect for a moment, before he nodded.

“As strong as ever, Obsidian. I knew you would do well.” He moved to inspect the kits.

“Perhaps she skipped over a generation.” Axel hummed, before he gave a stern nod.
“I will name two, and you will name two. That seems fair, hm?” He rasped. “Our firstborne can be named Harlow. After one of our best strike fighters, may she be remembered for her strength.” Axel nodded, looking at his daughter with a nod.

“A strong name.” Axel nodded his approval, looking down at Blizzard. He looked at their second son, the smaller black kit giving a cry before moving to nurse from his mother.

“Shadow. I can tell he will be quick and stealthy.” He nodded once.

“How contrasting. I admire your creativity.” Axel rumbled before he gave a small nod of approval.
“A name that will strike fear. It will suit her well.”