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Iridani Kitten Academy, 6
By: Malissa Madison
Midnight Angel:
My Kittens were preparing for the Halloween festival in town, Samantha
and her sisters were planning to go as the 'Headless' Hunters from the
Harry Potter movies. They'd been practicing out in the show ring for the
last three nights of the four day weekend.
As she and Tuti began grooming Demon I started back toward the house to
submit my own Secret Sister nominations.
"Momma!" Samantha's panicked yell reached me midway.
"No, do not lay down," she was telling Tuti. "Demon, help me. We have to
keep her on her feet."
"Kittens, what is it?" Then I saw the pained, wild look in Tuti's eyes.
She was in labor. Demon had his body crowding her against the wall, his
nose rubbing up and down her back until the contraction passed.
"Quickly we need to get her to the house," I said.
"N, no please. Demon needs to be there," Tuti began as she started on
wobbly legs toward his stall.
"Rosina, run quickly, fetch Fire. It is time for her grandchild to be
born," encouraged Delrina.
Everyone was in high gear now as they hurried to bring fresh straw.
Tuti kept trying to lay down, but everyone was doing our best to keep
her on her feet. "Please, just let me lay down until it is time to
push," she begged.
"Tuti, you know why you cannot lay down yet," chided Fire as she stepped
into the stall. "You will have a healthy foal and you will do it with
Centaur pride the way that you were born."
"Erika, Kitten are we in time?" asked Momma Gina from the doorway.
Grandma Tyler sat in front of her in her wheelchair.
"Are you excited Kitten?" Amanda asked her Kitten Daughter Katie.
They were all staying well back so as not to crowd us. I could tell
though that the aisle way down the middle was crowded.
"This is going to be a busy week," grinned Fire two hours later as she
wiped the sweat from Tuti's brow.
"Is, is my foal alright?" she finally asked as she was allowed to turn
around. Samantha sat on her knees in the straw, cuddling the little
filly as she and Demon worked to clean her off. The foal kept trying to
nurse from Samantha, but finally as Tuti lay down she was cuddled by her
mother.
"So beautiful, so precious you are," the clock in the tack room began to
chime midnight. "My little Midnight Angel," announced Tuti. Demon tossed
his head whinnying his agreement.
It wasn't long after the little filly fell asleep that Tuti fell asleep
herself. Lifting her from Tuti's arms Samantha carried her to Momma and
Grandma.
"Grams, would you like to hold your first Great, Great Grandkitten?" she
was already laying her across her lap.
"She is so precious, so pretty," my grandma Miami Tyler said softly. I
could see the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Thank you for letting us
be here to see her born."
"You are welcome here any time Grams," I told her.
Already the birth announcements were going out, and I could hear the
thunder of hooves as other Centaurs arrived to ad their welcome.
Demon strutted with pride at his first Centaur daughter's birth. I was
trying to get the girls to go to bed, they still had school in the
morning. But they wanted to be there to witness Midnight Angel's first
steps.
Slowly Tuti began to wake up as Angel snuggled closer in her arms.
Looking around at us there she began to grin. Then she nuzzled her
newborn child.
"Wake up little Angel," slowly she began to stir. Her big Centaur eyes
opening to look around. "Don't be afraid, mommy is here. And Daddy is
here with mommy Samantha," she was assured.
"Alright everyone let's give them some privacy," I said as I ushered
everyone out of the stall but Demon and Samantha.
"Go ahead, you can stand up, I know you can do it," Samantha nickered
her encouragement to her.
Demon lowered his head, his nose prodding the filly as Tuti's hands
helped to guide her into standing up. Finally with a surge of
determination she stood on wobbly legs, still finding her balance even
as she took her first hesitant step, followed by her next, and then the
next. She nickered happily just before her feet became tangled. But
Samantha was there to catch her before she could fall completely.
"You're doing fine Sweetie. Samantha, she has to learn to walk on her
own, we can't pamper her," reminded Tuti.
Angel looked between Tuti, Samantha and Demon, then slowly tried more
steps. It wasn't long before she was better coordinated and then lay
back down, curling up in the warm straw where her mother had just gotten
up.
Out in the aisle way they heard the clatter of little hooves. "Slow down
Scamp, you'll scare her," I heard Roana warn her own colt.
"But mommy I want to see her," whinnied the colt that was only two weeks
old himself. Already he was starting to learn regular speech along with
the Equine vocabulary he was born with.
Samantha stuck her head outside, "Roana, we're down here. Tuti wanted to
be with Demon for the birth," she explained.
"And?" asked Roana excitedly.
"You just missed her first steps, but I'm sure with Scamp here she'll be
running in no time," answered Tuti.
"Hi, I'm Scamp." He said excitedly.
Kneeling beside him Samantha said, "Scamp this is Midnight Angel, but we
call her Angel for short."
He nickered his greeting, then Roana placed her hand atop his head.
"Slow down son, try it slower.
"H, Hi," he looked up as his father Chipmonk arrived.
"She's a fine little filly. I bet she's a heart breaker when she gets
older," commented Chipmonk.
Already the youngsters were walking around. Then Tuti stood and went to
the run door. "Angel there's more room outside to play in, come along."
She was rapidly growing steadier on her feet. Then as she tried to keep
up with Scamp she began a sort of hopping lope. I turned to watch Momma
Gina with her Cam-Corder filming it.
Then I thought about something, how had she gotten here? She'd been back
home at the Earth Kitten Academy when Tuti went into labor.
I guess she was anticipating my question because she explained, "Your
Grandma called me and I called Tyrea." She hugged me then and pressed
something into my hands. "I know you don't have one already so I bought
you one. I expect regular videos of my first Great Grandkitten to show
off."
She'd bought me a Digital Cam-Corder of my own. Then suddenly she had
hers up to her eye again giggling with delight as Angel made her first
trot around the yard imitating her mother and father's steps.
When she was able to run without stumbling, I was surprised to watch as
Demon used his nose to work the gate at the end of his exercise yard.
She was giggling as Angel and Scamp followed him through followed
closely by Tuti.
"Demon, where are you going?" asked Samantha, Tuti, and Roana at the
same time. But then I saw where he was headed even as we began to
follow.
Tuti raced ahead and threw open the gate to the show ring. Then together
they danced around the two young foals. Each one matching pace with the
other as Samantha stepped into the ring. The foals turned in circles
watching as the pair pranced around then came up behind Samantha. At the
last minute they separated, Tuti swinging Samantha up onto her back.
Before they made a full circle, Samantha was standing atop both.
Angel and Scamp were bouncing up and down clapping happily as they made
a final turn. Samantha sliding over astride Demon.
When they were almost atop the two foals they split, Samantha lifting
Scamp to stand in front of her as Tuti lifted Angel to her own back. But
both had slowed to a walk now, making it easy for them to stay astride.
Both foals were giggling wildly as Roana plucked Scamp from in front of
Samantha.
"Was that fun?" she asked.
"Ye, yes Mo, Mommy," replied Scamp.
She set him back on his feet as Tuti set Angel down. "Demon, just let
them have fun together," said Tuti. "She has plenty of time to decide if
she wants to be fancy footed like her father."
I could see it in her eyes and in her gait, she was already tiring.
"Tuti, you need to eat something," I said. Suddenly she was hungry.
"And rest," giggled Roana. "Right Mother Fire?"
"Yes, that little nap you took earlier wasn't enough to let you begin
healing up. You need to eat and then let Samantha and Demon watch over
Angel while you get a good, long sleep." But even I could see it in the
Spirit woman's eyes, she was planning to spend a good deal of time with
her first Granddaughter.
The young Centaurs followed everyone to the house, Hope and Colene
getting into the act of spoiling them both as they each handed one a
sugar cube behind their mothers back. But it quickly became apparent
that neither one had the ability as yet to chew. They kept working them
around with their tongues as they dissolved.
Samantha had hurried ahead to bring out sandwiches and things that she
knew Tuti liked. Over the last few months, we'd had a special bed made
for her that had sturdy casters under it so we could move it easily. Now
she lounged on it on the patio.
Angel on the other hand was full of energy, but it was fading fast.
Finally Scamp decided he was hungry, and the two now lay in their
mothers arms nursing.
Of course as she began to nurse, Angel too grew sleepy.
The soft clop of hooves soon drew everyone's attention. There was no
mistaking Mistress Sidestep as she approached, her feather decorated
staff tapping in time with her stride.
The gathered Centaurs opened a path for her leading straight to the
patio. Fire and I stepped out to greet her.
"Welcome Mistress Sidestep. Please come Meet Midnight Angel, our
Grandchild," I said.
"I was most happy that I could be here to meet her so soon after he
birth. Thank you Sister Fire for letting me know before the big
Meeting," stated Sidestep as she stepped forward. Her hand brushed the
blanket away from Angel's face.
"You are such a pretty Great Niece. And I see you breaking many hearts
before you settle down," predicted Sidestep.
This was the first I'd ever heard that Sidestep and Fire were related.
Whispering into my ear, fighting the urge to giggle Fire said, "Sidestep
is the eldest of seven, I am the youngest. But Momma spaced us out five
years apart."
That meant that Sidestep was thirty five years older than Fox who was
herself thirty five. That meant that Sidestep was seventy years old. I
glanced at her and realized that Fire saw I was doing the math in my
head.
"So now you know how old I am," grinned Sidestep. "But I can still keep
up with the fillies."
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Everyone was on their way to the Dining Hall, since our evening meal was
after School hours they were allowed to go individually. I was standing
discussing the Halloween plans with Tyrea now that she'd finally
returned, when I heard several Kittens gasp as they began pointing
upward.
At first I thought the other two winged flyers were Sugar and Spice
Lightfeather. Then I spotted the others not far from this group headed
our way, Sugar and Spice were with that larger group. But why would
Honey and Peach be coming here with Roamy and Izzy?
It wasn't until they were about to land that I realized I'd never met
these two as they quickly folded their wings looking around.
"Mistress," Roamy and Izzy curtsied as they greeted me. "May we
introduce Mistress Tangie Regent of the O'shawi and her daughter Stell?"
The pair nodded their heads as they were introduced. We briefly gripped
fingers. "I'm pleased to meet you both," I said.
"You two should hurry home now. I'm sure that your Momma's are worried
about you," Tangie told the young Avian Kittens and they took wing
headed for home.
Turning her attention to me now Tangie said, "I am happy to see you
Mistress Gwendolyn, and you as well Precious." she nodded to where
precious stood concealed at my side.
Her long flowing dark hair shined in the early evening sun, her fingers
tipped in long curved talons. This pair while being similar in
appearances to Avians were definitely not Avian. Avians didn't have
talons on their hands, or fangs.
"I have heard many wonderful things about you from those I've met. And I
am happy to know that the Kitten Culture has survived the long Eons
since it was created," stated Tangie.
"Momma?" I looked around to see Chantilly waiting with Runt.
"My youngest Daughter Kitten, Chantilly Lace," I explained as I motioned
for her to join us.
To my surprise Stell dropped to her knees reaching out to Runt. "You are
a beautiful young fellow, have you been exercising your wings?" she
asked. "I would fly with you and your Bondmate."
"Oh, I'm sorry Miss Stell, Gambichow's don't fly they Phase Jump," said
Chantilly.
"Not the Females, but those who were naturally born Male and those who
have Transitioned to become Male have larger, stronger wings. Perhaps he
just needs to be encouraged?" said Stell.
It was true, all the male Gambichow's did have larger wingspans. And
Precious at times while hunting could use hers to glide in on her prey
from above. But I'd never know one to be able to sustain flight on their
own.
"Those raised wild on Hellcoin after our families left to seek our own
universes all fly freely, even the females," said Tangie. "But of course
those born in the wild cannot Phase Jump," she had a glimmer of
excitement in her eyes. "It was my grandfather who developed the two
groups. And somewhere along the way the latter group all developed
larger wingspans but lost the ability to jump."
I suddenly realized that I had a new source of information about our
beloved Chow's. One with knowledge going all the way back to the
beginning possibly.
"You mentioned Hellcoin?" I asked.
"Ahh yes," her smile was warm. Her eyes sparkled like she was
remembering some very pleasant times. "It is a Mirror image of Demonia
Three, what you call Halcion. Only there the days are much longer. The
nights much colder."
"Hellcoin rotates much slower," offered Stell. "Like three to one."
Runt became fussy, Precious too was restless picking up her thoughts.
"Of course I've never actually seen it. I was born on the trip here,"
Stell finished.
"What Stell means is there are ninety six hours of Daylight, followed by
ninety six hours of night. And the snow at night can get as deep as two
meters between sun fall and sun rise," explained Tangie. Then she turned
to Stell. "How far behind are they Sweetheart?"
"Jupiter and his Pride should reach Demonia Five in two more days,"
responded the teen after closing her eyes a moment. "They will hunt and
then join us here the next day."
"His Pride?" I asked.
"The O'shawi Gamblechow's live in family groups, Prides. One male to
three Females." She must have anticipated my next line of interest
because Tangie explained it before I had a chance to fully form my
questions.
"Females only reach breading maturity at around a Hundred years. And
they will only have a litter once every Hundred after that. But they
lingered a bit between here and home because their litters needed to
establish their new homes."
"So they didn't come with you?" I was puzzled.
"Oh, if I or Stell were truly in danger and called to them, they would
be here in the blink of an eye." She reached out to pet Runt, "And this
little one has nothing to fear, Gamblechow's and Gambichow's get along
quite well together."
"So each of you are Bonded with one?" asked Tyrea.
"Oh no, one person will bond with a Male. Then his Pride bonds with the
entire family. Aria, Kita and Soma were so happy when Crylon and I
finally had our children on the way here. Of course Soma being the
eldest female is the Pride Queen."
Something seemed off about the information. If they couldn't jump how
were they following, and how could they be here that quickly.
"Mother, she is confused about the jumping," grinned Stell.
"I should have said the wild ones cannot jump they need someone to give
them a picture. Once bonded they can jump if we give them the picture
and location," explained Tangie.
"Oh then they are the same as Wild Gambichow's."
"No because Gambichow's can jump in the wild if they have a real desire
to do so. That is how our Gamblechow's are following us. We locate the
next planet with an adequate food source and give them the picture and
location."
We heard a clicking sound and Tangie lifted her left wrist, "Yes Doolie,
you have a request?"
"Mistress, we've located several large game beasts on one of the other
Continents. Might those not on duty have permission to hunt?" requested
the male O'shawi whose hologram was projected in front of her.
"Oh, you should contact Crylon and Colonel Pierce. They can direct you
so we make no mistakes about Feral and domesticated beasts," she told
him.
I'd noticed that his wings were not feathered. They were leathery,
covered in a soft thick fuzz like the Demonians.
"My Guardians. I suspect they are also vexed that I left them behind on
Icarus when I came to the surface," she explained.
"Mistress, Icarus' long range scans show that a Stasis Matrix was used
before we arrived. Are you sure that you and the Princess are safe?" he
asked a moment later.
"Excuse me Mistress Gwendolyn." She turned around before confronting
him. "I have survived for fifteen centuries without needing bodyguards.
Your duty is to the Princess, and since she is with me she is in no
danger. I suggest you simply monitor from Icarus as you were told."
"But the Stasis was used by a Seeker to," he began.
"Enough, Rotan assume command of the detail. Doolie you are relieved
until Crylon can converse with you." she turned back to me again, "Sorry
about that. I guess I should go and meet with Ash' Nihau Creed. Maybe
Sylvia has located her to discover why she was not here to meet with
us."
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