Post by Broadwaykat on Aug 27, 2019 2:28:06 GMT
Oh how times could change. Just a few moons ago she had been excited to announce to her family that she was expecting again – not necessarily unexpected given that she was so often a mother that by now one may very well say it was her profession over that of a prey-hunter, or rather a warrior now. She hadn’t needed too re-prepare her next in the nursery, but simply worked to clean her nest, gather ever more comfortable moss and feathers, and fret over the increasingly frail Floatingcloud. Just days later, she had been driven, shivering from her home, in amongst strangers. She sat back and watched her fellow queen pass away from the rat-born illness, and feared the moment when it would effect her or her kits. She’d been forbidden from visiting her older children who had found themselves ill, and constantly feared learning another member of her family had become ill, or pass to be amongst their siblings in Starclan. So as her belly slowly swelled, she found herself more worried than excited for the day to come.
The day had arrived though, that the unsettling stir in her belly had begun. She was hardly inexperienced to the feeling, and therefore had been quite confident that she needn’t worry a Medicine Cat for her sake. They had their paws full; and so she had sought only the confidence of the other queens – strangers though they were; biting down and bearing three kits into the world before Shadowfall had even known she had gone into labor. She would surely hear it from him later – but she’d give as well has he gave.
By the time the pangs in her abdomen had ceased, she had six bundles once again pressed against her ample side seeking warmth and food, and for the first time in the weeks they had been driving from their camp, she found herself purring in some form of contentment.
“Quailkit. Duck-kit…and let’s see…Goosekit. Yes.” She rasped her tongue between the ears of three little toms; two almost identical save a different placement of black and white on their pelt. Even if they had been remarkable similar, she knew she would have been able to tell them apart easily; they were her’s after all – they could have all been as dark as their father and she would have easily picked them apart. You just knew these things. Their sisters definitely had more variety, one of whom certainly seemed to gain size due to the volume of her fur as it dried. She’d leave the naming of the she-kits to their father, though.
As a shadow darkened the entrance of the nursery – she looked up; her eyes searching for one of the few familiar things amidst this stranger’s camp.
(@ Ava - as you mentioned wanting Floatingcloud to pass away with little fanfare with the illness, I mentioned it here - can also mention it later on with Shadow if you would like and make it official by marking it on the cat list momentarily. Also if anyone wants to post with their newborns - fluffypawpads, LupTacco, gingersnapsdacat, Lorde, pants. Thanks to liquid time I also plan on doing an older kit thread sooner - but here's a start.)
The day had arrived though, that the unsettling stir in her belly had begun. She was hardly inexperienced to the feeling, and therefore had been quite confident that she needn’t worry a Medicine Cat for her sake. They had their paws full; and so she had sought only the confidence of the other queens – strangers though they were; biting down and bearing three kits into the world before Shadowfall had even known she had gone into labor. She would surely hear it from him later – but she’d give as well has he gave.
By the time the pangs in her abdomen had ceased, she had six bundles once again pressed against her ample side seeking warmth and food, and for the first time in the weeks they had been driving from their camp, she found herself purring in some form of contentment.
“Quailkit. Duck-kit…and let’s see…Goosekit. Yes.” She rasped her tongue between the ears of three little toms; two almost identical save a different placement of black and white on their pelt. Even if they had been remarkable similar, she knew she would have been able to tell them apart easily; they were her’s after all – they could have all been as dark as their father and she would have easily picked them apart. You just knew these things. Their sisters definitely had more variety, one of whom certainly seemed to gain size due to the volume of her fur as it dried. She’d leave the naming of the she-kits to their father, though.
As a shadow darkened the entrance of the nursery – she looked up; her eyes searching for one of the few familiar things amidst this stranger’s camp.
(@ Ava - as you mentioned wanting Floatingcloud to pass away with little fanfare with the illness, I mentioned it here - can also mention it later on with Shadow if you would like and make it official by marking it on the cat list momentarily. Also if anyone wants to post with their newborns - fluffypawpads, LupTacco, gingersnapsdacat, Lorde, pants. Thanks to liquid time I also plan on doing an older kit thread sooner - but here's a start.)
