I Will {NOT} Give Up!

[{Echo}]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=White] It felt warm and comfortable where she lay, letting the black soak in all the heat. Green eyes were half closed, dosing in the dark warmth. Her stomach was overly swollen, it seemed to move often. Four kits. Four kits were going to be taken into the world, Four kits would live their lives in the Rebellion. Echo was giving life to the Rebellion, Making it stronger. Four kits may someday be what kept the group together. They might someday have their own chances in the world. Echo had been forced by two loners to have kits, it had been a very unwanted thing. Over the few months she had felt her belly swelling and kits kicking, She had begun to accept the fact this wasn't something she could avoid. Now, Echo only hoped they were healthy. Those stinking loners had smelt horrid and revolting, it was hard to tell if they were healthy or not. Echo's green eyes shot open and she gave a yowl. A convulsion had just hit her. She began to breath quickly and fast, feeling the waves come over her painfully. The kittens were on their way into the world. She squeezed, all while giving a few more yowls of pain. She felt them all come out, the first coming out with a sickening squelch. After a few moments that felt like lifetimes, There were four kits lying beside her. She began to lick vigourisly at the first one. It wasn't moving. It had died before birth. Echo looked sadly at it, then pushed the small body away. She looked down at her three remaining kittens. Their fur color was already becoming visible as she licked them hard. The second kitten, a tom, was a brown tabby. The third, also a tom, was a ginger with a few extra toes. The fourth, a she-cat, was a tortiseshell. The first was also a ginger. Echo sighed. She touched the living ones in turn, naming them. "Walnut, Doomsday, and Azalea." The three latched onto her, suckling and nibbling hard. --- Character; Echo, Cazadora of the Rebellion Words; 341 Completion; Finished Comments&OOC; Yay, Born kittens!

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[&Willow]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=orange] Warmth hit the kitten, surprising him. He let out a squeak, wanting to get out of the warmth. He crawled, white paws dragging him. He was blind and deaf. His head was splashed with ginger, while the rest of his body was brown, mostly. His face and muzzle were mostly white, along with his legs and paws. His black stripes covered most of his back, and tail, he had a few stripes along his ginger face. He let out a squeak, showing his sign of life. A warm tongue brushed along his wet body, cleaning him of the gunk and warming him up. The temporarily sightless kitten followed the warmth to mother's belly. Vibrates came from up above, was it mother? Walnut let out a squeak, nestling up against his mother he started suckling, kneading her belly with his white paws. Rich milk started filling his stomach, it would give him the nutrients he needed and protect him from most sicknesses, hopefully. He felt movement beside him, most likely his siblings. --- Character; Walnut the Crazy Kit Words; 170. Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; Wanted to use his future table. <3

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[{Echo}]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] Doomsday gave a tiny mew, blind and deaf as he felt his mother move him closer to her. The little tom kneaded his mother's stomach comfortably, feeling her warmth and milky smell. He began to suckle, nibbling and sucking until he felt his small belly full. Doomsday began to purr, feeling his siblings and his mother, giving him comfort and warmth. He could smell many other cats looking around, and his mother's uneasiness. Doomsday turned his head to the side, curious. Echo curled her tail over her kits, moving them close to her. A few cats had croweded around, and she hissed, a little worried about her newborn kits. Echo licked Walnut gently, then moving to Azalea. She'd only had one she-cat, meaning her toms would be strong, soon enough. Her milk would give them the nutrients they needed to get through their infant stage, hopefully. --- Character; Doomsday, Rebellion Kit, and Echo, Rebellion Cazadora Words; 145 Completion; Finished Comments&OOC; Echo and Doomy. ^^

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[&Willow]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] It had been awhile since that incident. Like any other memory, it was well implanted into his brain. He lay shaking in his nest, eyes shut, a memory playing in his mind. Scenes flickered, mostly ones of his dearest mother, the time that had brought out the start of the new killer. Blood splattering the fresh snow, causing anger to burn within him. Yet the anger had been manipulated and changed, turning him into this killing machine. Crimson eyes flickered open and the tom fled his nest, white paws bringing him to the center of the clearing. His ears flickered forth and he trotted towards the nest that was familiar to him. The birthing nest, special to the kit-mothers, but a scent mingled within, one that shocked others. He heard them all, gossiping like rodents behind her back. 'She wasn't strong enough' or 'She let them...' and all kinds of crap. Abaddon hissed at the cats, shouting various orders before turning back to his destination. Trotting he slipped inside, he stopped, hearing something. "Walnut, Doomsday, and Azalea." Their names, oh how cute. The silver tabby tom found her amongst the other she-cats, who were busy with their own duties. He lowered his head, crimson eyes blazing. "As the law states...fathers must see their kits after they are born....but seeing as that isn't possible, the adviser must see them," he sounded different, his voice laced with authority. He spotted something, not moving. Abaddon moved it with a paw, a dead kitten. Holding it up in his paw, claws outstretched to keep it from falling he stared at it. "Poor scrap...oh well...he could've been quite a cat, he's resting up there, with the rest of our ancestors," seeing as StarClan was no longer looked at for faith and reason, they just went...up there, filling in the areas that had few less stars. He set the kit down at his paws, eyes glowing darkly. "I over heard their names...Walnut, Doomsday, and Azalea...very nice, we don't have any open Sins except for Asmodeus, though, seeing one of these kits growing into a sin would be good for your rep....you know how they TALK!" he snarled, frightening the she-cats and toms around them. --- Character; Abaddon, Adviser for The Rebellion Words; 361 Comments&OOC; Abaddon no likey gossip. >:/

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[{Echo}]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=White] Echo snorted. "Let them belive what they want. From my scars, I know myself that I put up a strong fight, They can go eat crowfood for all I care." The Cazadora's markings had left, all but the criss-crossed marking Hex had given her on her shoulder. If the other cats insisted on believeing lies, they might as well call her a cutter and be done. The attack was still fresh in her mind, it was burned into the back of her eyelids. Echo knew it wouldn't be forgotten easily, not since the kittens had been born. They had two fathers, only Walnut really looked like her in any way. Echo was worried they would grow up taunted and called names, But she felt she needn't worry. Abbadon would probably end up making the gossip stop eventually. "A sin? It would be amazing if that happened, but I don't know if any of my kits would be suited for that." She bowed her head submissively to Abbadon. "But I will hope one of them will." The she-cat purred at the thought, licking her kittens gently. Doomsday squirmed at her rough tounge running down his back, Giving a meow of protest as he slowly backed away. He ended up backing into Abbadon, then quickly moved forward, surprised. The ginger kit blindly made his way back to the milky scent of his mother and siblings. Doomsday sat himself down there, not moving closer to his mother at all. He remained there, faced toward the Advisor as he smelled the scent of the Rebellion, which hung thickly in the air to the new kit. --- Character; Echo, Cazadora of the Rebellion and Doomsday, Rebellion Kit Words; 270 Completion; Finished. Comments&OOC; Doomsday is thinking hard for a kit's mind.

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[&Willow]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] Abaddon sighted the scar on her shoulder, a criss-cross of sorts. Anger welled up inside of him. Those loners made his Rebellion look weak, he knew Echo wasn't weak, for those toms were cowards. They ganged up on her rather than fighting one and one. These were the kittens of cowards, yet, he had a feeling they would never be cowards like their fathers. "Let them belive what they want. From my scars, I know myself that I put up a strong fight, They can go eat crowfood for all I care." Abaddon let out a bone-chilling laugh, it echoed throughout the den. "I do not take gossip lightly m'dear, for we must all stay loyal. Spilling lies drives us apart, right?" he licked his chops, grinning one of those famous mad grins that he was so well known for. His crimson eyes flickered over the kits. A brown tabby, a ginger tabby, and a tortoiseshell. The brown tabby looked most like its mother, with a splash of ginger fur on its head. Sure they had similarities to their dear fathers, unlike the tortie, but Abaddon would make sure they were not cowards. They wouldn't die as cowards. "A sin? It would be amazing if that happened, but I don't know if any of my kits would be suited for that." "But I will hope one of them will." "How can you be so sure? There are endless possibilities in this clan," Abaddon replied, feeling something against his paw he rose it, eyes flickering to the ginger kit. A tom most likely. Lowering his paw he watched it scoot back to Echo, a smart little kit perhaps? Walnut squeaked, lightly kicking out a hind leg as he tumbled over a sibling, his sister, not sure where he was exactly going, but he stuck close to the warmth of his mother. --- Character; Abaddon, Adviser for The Rebellion Words; 249 Comments&OOC; ...

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[{Echo}]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=White] Echo remained silent, watching her kit as he bumped into Abbadon and then returned. She felt Doomsday would end up arrogant, She would straighten him out as a kit. Her thoughts flickered to the gossip. Despite what the other kit-mothers thought, Echo heard every bit of it. Nagging, useless gits that were only here because it was their job. None of them had been there. Only a few cats understood what had happened to her, it had happened to them too. Echo listened to a whispered conversation, ears swiveling to listen. It was between two gossipers. Seemed all they ever did was flap their gums. "She let them. I heard she gave in voluntarily." "It was planned. She left Abbadon on purpose then." "They were loners, Those kits'll never make it through training. I bet they end up cowardly and weak, like their mother." Then they laughed. Echo gave a low growl, holding the inner lion back and trying to remain calm. "If I have to spend another day here I'll explode." She muttered under her breath, anger welling up inside her. Echo moved to lick the marking on her shoulder, it had begun to burn strangely, making her feel uneasy. --- Character; Echo, Cazadora of the Rebellion Words; 197, meh. Completion; Finished Comments&OOC; Inner lion, lol.

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[&Willow]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] Abaddon drew up a paw, licking the fur roughly to groom it. Crimson eyes closed for a few moments. His licking gradually grew further up the leg. His eyes flickered open, pupils narrowed into slits. He heard muttering from a group of cats who didn't seem to understand his warning. A lip curled in disgust, baring one of his fangs. He pinpointed the cats, snarls burning deep within his throat. "She let them. I heard she gave in voluntarily." "It was planned. She left Abbadon on purpose then." "They were loners, Those kits'll never make it through training. I bet they end up cowardly and weak, like their mother." Abaddon let out hiss, "SILENCE! I don't know why we let such gossiping fools take ranks within MY General's Rebellion! Have you no understanding?! Kits who are born from COWARDS that act like nobles ARE COWARDS. These kits here, are born from a loyal Cazadora, fathered by true COWARDS. If I here more talk about this, I will cut your tongues out and stick them on pikes!" Over his yelling he didn't hear what Echo had said, through his anger he smashed a paw on the dead body that he made a mental note of burying. His claws stuck into its little body, piercing it. Jaws went slack, breathing was harsh and heavy. Abaddon withdrew the paw, calmly picking up the child he left, anger bristling off of his pelt in waves. He came back shortly after. Sitting back in his spot he opened his muzzle, "I am sorry for the loss of your kit. I would have a kit-mother replace him....but I don't trust any of these gossiping....kittypets..." That lone word was used as a high curse against those in the Rebellion who lived here for leisure. Hissing softly he looked down at Echo, there was no apology in his crimson eyes, just the same dark emptiness. --- Character; Abaddon, Adviser for The Rebellion Words; 276 Comments&OOC; no guilt. he apologized, but not for his own actions. he can truly be a monster.

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