Post by GnawingOnIce on Aug 24, 2019 23:54:47 GMT
The last few months hadn’t been exactly the best months of her life. Honeywing has grown slow and lumbered rather than walked. She greatly disliked it, no longer able to go out of camp much anymore. Her brothers, Dogear and Robinheart, fussed over her more than usual and it was unbearable. Fortunately, she was able to confide in her mother, who had kitted twice before. From what Toffee had told her, it was painful, but she reminded her that she kitted without a medicine cat around.
Honeywing also in part felt a little guilty. She just so happened to become pregnant right when what remained of MothClan and RootClan took refuge in MistClan’s camp. She’d hate to take away the attention from other cats who needed it. She also didn’t want all the kits in the other two Clans crowding around her newborns.
The pain had started extremely early in the morning, just short of the first orange streaks of dawn rising in the sky. It felt like someone was twisting her insides’ into a knot. Her groans and whimpers must’ve woken someone up, because Daisypetals was by her side in no time at all. He shooed everyone out of the den, which she was very thankful for, then gave her a stick to bite down on. It took a long time of pushing and panting before some of the pain subsided.
Then, the mews reached her ears. She spat the stick out of her mouth and looked over to her right. There, four kittens climbed over each other to try and reach her belly. One lagged behind, however. She was a light gray with cream patches scattered along her pelt, and looked like she didn’t know where her mother was. Honeywing reached over with a paw and pulled the she-kit closer to her. She knew those signs, one of her kits had been born with no sense of smell.
“Honeywing,” Daisypetals said, gently, “I’m afraid one of your kits was stillborn.” Looking down near Daisypetal’s paws, she saw the motionless gray body. It was familiar, one of her brothers had been stillborn. She didn’t remember him, but Toffee had told her about him.
Though tears of mixed emotions began to fill her eyes, she told him, “It’s fine,” and added, “his name will be Pebblekit.” after remembering that Toffee had told her her brother's name would’ve been Merry if he had survived. Her dead kit deserved a name.
“Can you tell Silverspot he can come in?” she asked before turning her attention to her remaining kits. Four of them, she saw. First, the female gray tortie with no sense of smell. Her name will be Lilykit, she decided. Second, a small gray tom. Third, another tortie with very little orange in her pelt. Maybe her name could be Alderkit. Finally, a tom with a bright red pelt. He looked just like Robinheart. Honeywing would talk to Silverspot about the names whenever he joined her, to make sure he’d be okay with them and see if he had any ideas for the toms’ names.
Tags;; pants, LupTacco, Broadwaykat
Notes;; posting to prove I’m still alive, yay!!
Honeywing also in part felt a little guilty. She just so happened to become pregnant right when what remained of MothClan and RootClan took refuge in MistClan’s camp. She’d hate to take away the attention from other cats who needed it. She also didn’t want all the kits in the other two Clans crowding around her newborns.
The pain had started extremely early in the morning, just short of the first orange streaks of dawn rising in the sky. It felt like someone was twisting her insides’ into a knot. Her groans and whimpers must’ve woken someone up, because Daisypetals was by her side in no time at all. He shooed everyone out of the den, which she was very thankful for, then gave her a stick to bite down on. It took a long time of pushing and panting before some of the pain subsided.
Then, the mews reached her ears. She spat the stick out of her mouth and looked over to her right. There, four kittens climbed over each other to try and reach her belly. One lagged behind, however. She was a light gray with cream patches scattered along her pelt, and looked like she didn’t know where her mother was. Honeywing reached over with a paw and pulled the she-kit closer to her. She knew those signs, one of her kits had been born with no sense of smell.
“Honeywing,” Daisypetals said, gently, “I’m afraid one of your kits was stillborn.” Looking down near Daisypetal’s paws, she saw the motionless gray body. It was familiar, one of her brothers had been stillborn. She didn’t remember him, but Toffee had told her about him.
Though tears of mixed emotions began to fill her eyes, she told him, “It’s fine,” and added, “his name will be Pebblekit.” after remembering that Toffee had told her her brother's name would’ve been Merry if he had survived. Her dead kit deserved a name.
“Can you tell Silverspot he can come in?” she asked before turning her attention to her remaining kits. Four of them, she saw. First, the female gray tortie with no sense of smell. Her name will be Lilykit, she decided. Second, a small gray tom. Third, another tortie with very little orange in her pelt. Maybe her name could be Alderkit. Finally, a tom with a bright red pelt. He looked just like Robinheart. Honeywing would talk to Silverspot about the names whenever he joined her, to make sure he’d be okay with them and see if he had any ideas for the toms’ names.
Tags;; pants, LupTacco, Broadwaykat
Notes;; posting to prove I’m still alive, yay!!
