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Far away in StarClan's neutral grounds, Froststorm's eyes snapped open. He had fallen asleep by the river, the one that reflected the world of the living. Something had pulled the deceased tom out from his dreamless sleep, something important. The pale tabby rose to his paws quickly, and peered into the flowing water with narrowed blue eyes. There at the bottom he could see what made a satisfied grin cross his face. The spotted queen Leo, who would give him his rebirth. If his heart hadn't been deathly still it would have leaped in his chest. The tom's icy eyes watched her, hungrily, as he waited. Soon everything would be set into motion.
Cicatrice was always near by, seeing how much pain she was in. He leapt down, borage leaves in his mouth. His torn ears were flipped back against his head, barely remembering what to do.
He took a sniff of Leo's stomach, and knew it was time. His bobtail flicked.
She gasped in pain, this was pain she had never felt before, the exasperation of being a mother and the pain she had no defense in. She laid on her side, too much pain to stand...
Soon the first kit came, he was small and looked a lot like Leo herself, light yellow with black spots... Spots...
Froststorm watched the first kit coldly. No, it wasn't that one. His eyes narrowed. How would this work? Really the tabby had no idea. He closed his eyes and tried to make a picture in his head of what he had looked like as a kit. Much like he did now- white, with sandy-brown around his limbs and face, tabby stripes decorating his legs, tail, and forehead. As he did so, the ghostly tom felt himself begin to slip away. Not exactly physically, but mentally, as if his mind was leaving his dead body behind. He let himself go as he blindly rose from the see-through body, not knowing what to expect.
Cicatrice was watching the kits be born, quickly starting to lick their fur in the wrong direction. They might of made a mewl sound, but it would help them get warm.
Leo was breathing deeply, gasping in pain. She started licking the second kit, but stopped after a yowl of pain.
The third kit came. Leo didn't have time bathe in the glory because the fourth kit felt like she was pushing himself out. Her claws dug into the ground but soon she was licking the fourth kit and the second kit. She licked their pelts the wrong way, her eyes were droopy and dirt was dug under her claw, but she couldn't have been happier.
Froststorm suddenly choked. He hadn't been breathing in this world, but it felt as if he was dying again. His eyes closed in pain, but when he tried to gasp, all that came out was a little mew. He could feel everything leaving him- memories, feeling, and finally pain, until there was nothing left.
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He mewed and mewed as his little lungs filled up with air. He couldn't see anything through the darkness, but he could smell milk on the cat who was licking him. Mama, he realized. The tom-kit could feel his fur being licked the wrong way, making him warm. The feeling made his mewls die down, soon to be replaced by a contented purr.
Leo put her kits beside her belly to suckle, licking them in turn. Four healthy kits was the most wondrous miracle in Leaf-bare. She held them close, warming them with her body-heat too, in the comfortable nest of Moss, feathers and cotton. She had felt love with Cicatrice, but this was different. These tiny, helpless creatures needed her to survive. For once she didn't feel anger when she thought of kits. She thought of this moment, her and her family. Her real family. Her life.
Cicatrice's eyes were blazing in pure joy, glad that he actually has a family now. He nudged the kit that looked a bit yellow, but had little black stripes to Leo's stomach.
"I wish to name this one.. Aradox. If that's alright with you."
He murmured.
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The kit nuzzled into his mother's stomach, trying to find some milk. When he did, his paws were kneading on her belly, a soft purring noise coming from his chest.
"I wish to name this one Spots." she nudged the little leo. Her eyes bright but still droopy. "And The one like you looks like a Raincloud. We should call her Raincloud."
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