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MY WORLDS ON FIRE, HOW 'BOUT YOURS?
THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT AND I NEVER GET BORED."
OOC- This takes place in twolegplace, but im posting it here so it's easier for Skyclanners to find and follow along, in case there are peeps who wanted to read it :D Obvious warning for mentions of labor, birth, etc- nothing graphic though. Tagging main accounts because I don't know whose got their kits subbys ready yet! @tristitia @yeomna @Deidre @Marquette @Antiigone
He'd been restless all day.
At first he chalked it up to the fact that this was the longest he'd ever been inside since… well, ever. Away from the clan. Away from Silversmoke. He couldn't put into words how much he missed them, and how many of his days were spent in a game of emotional tetherball as he swing from being frustrated beyond belief to exhausted and sad. So fucking sad. He missed his friends. He missed having something to do. He missed his mate.
So when he'd woken up and spent the entire day pacing and repositioning the blankets in his new nest (his male twoleg had made him a new one after they discovered him trying to stuff all of his blankets into a more sheltered cardboard box), he hadn't thought much of it. Just more pent up energy.
Oh, how wrong he'd been.
It started later that night, when the house was quiet and dark, everyone asleep. Everyone except Johnny, who was shifting uncomfortably in his next, circling and whimpering every now and then when a bad contraction hit. He was doing his best to stay calm, kept repeating in his head how this was a good thing– that he'd be able to show Silversmoke his kits soon. But that thought became harder and harder to focus on the more things progressed.
His claws sunk into his bedding as his body bore down once more, pain like nothing he'd ever felt before lancing through him. The fear finally struck him then, tearing through whatever walls of bravado he'd tried to surround himself with, and oddly enough it was Dawnglare his frantic thoughts called out for, wanting nothing more than to hear their irritable bite this and let your body do the rest. How much easier it all seemed if only he could have that. Maybe with Silversmoke crouched beside him, making sure he was safe while the smell of distress and blood filled the air.
The arrival of the first kit was accompanied by the sound of footsteps on the stairs, one of his twolegs having heard his wail of distress and pain. They settled next to his little wooden box of a den and spoke softly to him, their big, flat-toothed smile a reassurance he'd desperately needed as he began to clean off his firstborn.
It was a little girl, a shecat with blue torbie fur and a long tail. He couldn't stop the breathy laugh of happiness at the sight of her, squirming and alive and so fucking perfect.
She looks like both of us.. he marveled, wiping at the tears that stained his cheeks. Silversmoke would love her. A daughter. His heart warmed at the thought. They had a daughter.
It wasn't long before he was reminded that it wasn't just a daughter they'd be having. Another sharp pain brought back Fireflyglows words of a large litter, 3 or 4 at least, and he let out a small whine at the thought of such a daunting task. Did he even have the strength for it?
Soon, another bundle of fur joined the first. A ginger tom that Johnny realized with a small shock didn't have a tail at all.
He's like me! a small part of him sang in pride as he licked the kit clean, shocked that he could make something with any kind of likeness to himself. When he thought of their kits, they all looked like Silversmoke, and so this was a surprise he hadn't anticipated despite knowing full well that's how kittens worked.
By the time the third kit was ready, Johnny was feeling the strain- not just because it hurt, but because it was physically exhausting his body to be tensing up and pushing so much. He felt like he'd just run half of Skyclans territory, muscles in his abdomen and back burning from the workout. Another girl. he thought as he panted for breath in this brief reprieve, gently nudging them toward their siblings at his stomach. A silver torbie, a blend of both parents like the first, but the one too, had a little stub for a tail just like her brother and dam.
"Sweet little bairns. I love you all so much, you know that, right?" he cooed as he rasped his tongue along their pelts to keep them dry and clean, mimicking the soothing, repetitive pattern of his own twolegs hand scratching the back of his shoulders.
For a while, Johnny toyed with the notion that it might be over. Fireflyglow had said 3, right? Maybe four? So it could be over now. For several long minutes he debated weather the feeling he was wrapped up in was one of relief or disappointment at only having three kits to present to the clan. His body surely couldn't take much more, could it?
Apparently, it could.
The last two kits arrived nearly back-to-back. So close that johnny barely had enough time to gather his breath and start cleaning the first before the second was following it's sibling out. To make matters worse, the one had been larger than the others, exhausting the first timer to the point where his human had to step in for a brief moment to clear the airway on the last kit while Johnny weakly lapped at it.
But, by the end of it all, there were five healthy kits nestled safely at his stomach.
Five. Johnny could hardly believe it. Five precious little babies to show his mate. To introduce to his clan. Bone-tired as he was, nothing could stop the proud little grin he gave them as he simply lay there watching them exist. Silver had been right about having them here. It was the right call when the clan was in such bad shape– though there were parts of Johnny that mourned the loss of his place in the nursery.
His muzzle lowered to brush his nose against his firstborn affectionately, wishing that Silversmoke was there to see them. "You were the first to come into this world, out of all your siblings. It'll be your sire who gives you your name, darling." he murmured, knowing they didn't understand but needing to say it out loud. It felt less lonely that way. And besides, he'd waited all this time to finally see them and speak to them. He hardly cared if they understood or not.
"And you, little flame. I didnae think I was expecting such a flashy son. We both know who you take after, aye?" he chuckled as he brushed the top of their head with his nose. "You'll be Roosterkit, I think. A good name, right?" Silver would like that name for his son, right?
"And what shall we call you, hmm?" he asked, shifting to the third kit, his silver patchwork daughter. "He really liked the name Quail, if I'm remembering right. Do you like the sound of that– Quailkit?" He rasped his tongue gently along her back, pausing to glance out at his twoleg, who'd moved and was setting his bowl of food and fresh water closer to his nest. He mewed appreciatively at them, before turning back to the next kit.
"You gave me quite a workout, you little bug." he chided fondly at the fourth child, the last shekit. "You look like you got your sire's size, that's for sure. Think I'll let him name you as well." He grin had faded to a tired smile by now as exhaustion started to dig its claws into him, telling him to sleep, but his eyes held no less adoration for the tiny bodys wriggling against his own.
One more..
The last kit– the runt, some would say– was a small, almost fragile looking thing, but Johnny saw him as no less valuable than the rest. Spotted like Silversmoke to an uncanny comparison, the little cream tabby was absolutely darling despite being smaller than its siblings, and he felt a fierce protectiveness over the little scrap of fur. "You're so tiny… Maybe.. Hiccupkit? No.. Fidgetkit. Yeah, I think that suits you just fine."
He couldn't stop staring at them, the purr in his chest raspy and wavering as sleep tried to take him. But he just wanted a few more minutes…
He'd been restless all day.
At first he chalked it up to the fact that this was the longest he'd ever been inside since… well, ever. Away from the clan. Away from Silversmoke. He couldn't put into words how much he missed them, and how many of his days were spent in a game of emotional tetherball as he swing from being frustrated beyond belief to exhausted and sad. So fucking sad. He missed his friends. He missed having something to do. He missed his mate.
So when he'd woken up and spent the entire day pacing and repositioning the blankets in his new nest (his male twoleg had made him a new one after they discovered him trying to stuff all of his blankets into a more sheltered cardboard box), he hadn't thought much of it. Just more pent up energy.
Oh, how wrong he'd been.
It started later that night, when the house was quiet and dark, everyone asleep. Everyone except Johnny, who was shifting uncomfortably in his next, circling and whimpering every now and then when a bad contraction hit. He was doing his best to stay calm, kept repeating in his head how this was a good thing– that he'd be able to show Silversmoke his kits soon. But that thought became harder and harder to focus on the more things progressed.
His claws sunk into his bedding as his body bore down once more, pain like nothing he'd ever felt before lancing through him. The fear finally struck him then, tearing through whatever walls of bravado he'd tried to surround himself with, and oddly enough it was Dawnglare his frantic thoughts called out for, wanting nothing more than to hear their irritable bite this and let your body do the rest. How much easier it all seemed if only he could have that. Maybe with Silversmoke crouched beside him, making sure he was safe while the smell of distress and blood filled the air.
The arrival of the first kit was accompanied by the sound of footsteps on the stairs, one of his twolegs having heard his wail of distress and pain. They settled next to his little wooden box of a den and spoke softly to him, their big, flat-toothed smile a reassurance he'd desperately needed as he began to clean off his firstborn.
It was a little girl, a shecat with blue torbie fur and a long tail. He couldn't stop the breathy laugh of happiness at the sight of her, squirming and alive and so fucking perfect.
She looks like both of us.. he marveled, wiping at the tears that stained his cheeks. Silversmoke would love her. A daughter. His heart warmed at the thought. They had a daughter.
It wasn't long before he was reminded that it wasn't just a daughter they'd be having. Another sharp pain brought back Fireflyglows words of a large litter, 3 or 4 at least, and he let out a small whine at the thought of such a daunting task. Did he even have the strength for it?
Soon, another bundle of fur joined the first. A ginger tom that Johnny realized with a small shock didn't have a tail at all.
He's like me! a small part of him sang in pride as he licked the kit clean, shocked that he could make something with any kind of likeness to himself. When he thought of their kits, they all looked like Silversmoke, and so this was a surprise he hadn't anticipated despite knowing full well that's how kittens worked.
By the time the third kit was ready, Johnny was feeling the strain- not just because it hurt, but because it was physically exhausting his body to be tensing up and pushing so much. He felt like he'd just run half of Skyclans territory, muscles in his abdomen and back burning from the workout. Another girl. he thought as he panted for breath in this brief reprieve, gently nudging them toward their siblings at his stomach. A silver torbie, a blend of both parents like the first, but the one too, had a little stub for a tail just like her brother and dam.
"Sweet little bairns. I love you all so much, you know that, right?" he cooed as he rasped his tongue along their pelts to keep them dry and clean, mimicking the soothing, repetitive pattern of his own twolegs hand scratching the back of his shoulders.
For a while, Johnny toyed with the notion that it might be over. Fireflyglow had said 3, right? Maybe four? So it could be over now. For several long minutes he debated weather the feeling he was wrapped up in was one of relief or disappointment at only having three kits to present to the clan. His body surely couldn't take much more, could it?
Apparently, it could.
The last two kits arrived nearly back-to-back. So close that johnny barely had enough time to gather his breath and start cleaning the first before the second was following it's sibling out. To make matters worse, the one had been larger than the others, exhausting the first timer to the point where his human had to step in for a brief moment to clear the airway on the last kit while Johnny weakly lapped at it.
But, by the end of it all, there were five healthy kits nestled safely at his stomach.
Five. Johnny could hardly believe it. Five precious little babies to show his mate. To introduce to his clan. Bone-tired as he was, nothing could stop the proud little grin he gave them as he simply lay there watching them exist. Silver had been right about having them here. It was the right call when the clan was in such bad shape– though there were parts of Johnny that mourned the loss of his place in the nursery.
His muzzle lowered to brush his nose against his firstborn affectionately, wishing that Silversmoke was there to see them. "You were the first to come into this world, out of all your siblings. It'll be your sire who gives you your name, darling." he murmured, knowing they didn't understand but needing to say it out loud. It felt less lonely that way. And besides, he'd waited all this time to finally see them and speak to them. He hardly cared if they understood or not.
"And you, little flame. I didnae think I was expecting such a flashy son. We both know who you take after, aye?" he chuckled as he brushed the top of their head with his nose. "You'll be Roosterkit, I think. A good name, right?" Silver would like that name for his son, right?
"And what shall we call you, hmm?" he asked, shifting to the third kit, his silver patchwork daughter. "He really liked the name Quail, if I'm remembering right. Do you like the sound of that– Quailkit?" He rasped his tongue gently along her back, pausing to glance out at his twoleg, who'd moved and was setting his bowl of food and fresh water closer to his nest. He mewed appreciatively at them, before turning back to the next kit.
"You gave me quite a workout, you little bug." he chided fondly at the fourth child, the last shekit. "You look like you got your sire's size, that's for sure. Think I'll let him name you as well." He grin had faded to a tired smile by now as exhaustion started to dig its claws into him, telling him to sleep, but his eyes held no less adoration for the tiny bodys wriggling against his own.
One more..
The last kit– the runt, some would say– was a small, almost fragile looking thing, but Johnny saw him as no less valuable than the rest. Spotted like Silversmoke to an uncanny comparison, the little cream tabby was absolutely darling despite being smaller than its siblings, and he felt a fierce protectiveness over the little scrap of fur. "You're so tiny… Maybe.. Hiccupkit? No.. Fidgetkit. Yeah, I think that suits you just fine."
He couldn't stop staring at them, the purr in his chest raspy and wavering as sleep tried to take him. But he just wanted a few more minutes…
