sensitive topics CELESTIAL CYCLE ˚⊹♡ BIRTH

[ODDGLEAM]

[ cw. CHILD BIRTH & BLOOD. ]

Seconds, Minutes days and then weeks passed like a gentle cradling breeze. He'd still never expected to be pregnant until he couldn't stomach food for no longer than moments before throwing it up. Oddgleam hadn't hated it per say, but he had been twitchy for the past few days... consistently grooming his fur, digging ivory hooked claws into the earth below him. He is nervous. So nervous, he hasn't had a litter before... but stars forbid something goes wrong. He shoos the thought away with an annoyed ear flick.

The feathered queen wanted this for so long... truly but is he really prepared for it?

Skyclan's hearth was lit warmly with various chatter, the tom could hear his clanmates trading tongues and meals just outside of the nursery. Tucked in his nest, languidly splayed out while he sleepily hums. He had no desire to join in the mindless chatter, he had no desire for it. Even so, he felt restless. Claws flexing and tail twitching in tendem, while he felt kicks coming from his swollen stomach. What he was not prepared for was the sharp burning that started, which startles him completely awake with a low hiss. Large mismatched ears flattened against his pale - patched skull. The pain was quick to blossom. "O-oh... Oh sh–"

The queen jolts himself up onto his paws, eyes wide with anxious anticipation and a slight touch of fear hidden within. T-They're coming... The pale calico let's out a strangled pant, jaws parted as well as his chest heaved. Paws taking him to the entrance of the nursery, letting him lean against it. Head tilted up, he slides his gaze to the nearest cat, sticking his head out from the gloom of the den. Pale lips twitched and curled into a grimace, he forced strained orders from his maw. "You– Get Fireflyglow... Get Crowsight, get Owlheart... T-Tell them their kits are trying to kill me..." Perhaps a little dramatic, but that's on brand for him. He lets pants escape him, turning his rounded figure to go retreat back to his nest with a lash of his tail. He manages to get to his nest, only to shift slightly before his jaws cracked open to let out a sharp cry. "They're coming!" A tinge of desperation to his words, sinking back into the softness of his nest.

Everything was a haze. Twitching an ear towards paw steps... Fireflyglow- Crowsight or Owlheart, whichever one heralding their arrival. Tears prick in his eyes, eventually spilling down pale - patched cheeks. Soft voices told him what to do, pearly fangs digging down against the splintering stick as the firstborn was brought into the world. The smell of blood is hanging in the air, a kit is mewling, free and so full of life. He lays cooper eyes upon him; his tongue finds his sticky coat, fluffing the fur with his mouth. It's pitch black... a void with small patches of white. Oh, just like you're papa... The feline continues to lick him clean, conscious enough to feel the wriggling form beside him. His son. He nestles him into the crook of his body, letting him feed. The kit isn't white like a pearl, but no matter. "Pearlkit." He murmurs softly.

The secondborn came swifter, easier letting their voice be known to the world, a little thing. A swirl of blue and white. A mini him. A gloomy sea of blue, ever - rolling storm clouds curling inwards. A fluffy thing, a small thing. He feels like his heart would burst out of his chest in the joy at the sight. He fluffs up the child's fur with a small, tired smile curling upon his face. He lifts his eyes toward the large black smoke in the den, pools of cooper full of tiredness but otherwise love. "You... Can name this one love." He nudges the mewling child with his pink nose. Once the child has been named, he hums in agreement. He then pauses letting out a strained hiss through gritted teeth. Shuddering his meticulously groomed fur spiking; pain sears up his body like a bolt of lightning, and he feels another set of tears spill free down his cheeks. Oh, goddess...

Blood dampens his pale coat, as he sleepily looks at the third child. He gently places his nose against the tiny kit's body, cooing at the little scrap that is a void with bits of red and white sprinkled across the little she - kit's coat. His little daughter. Squirming dark body with red and white, tiny toes reach in front of her, for him. He indulges in his kit for a moment, nosing the child to the rest of her siblings beside his stomach with a tired smile. Turning his head to Owlheart, he lets out choked purrs escape his throat as he rasps. "Name... this one..." While the child is newly named, he lets out a sigh. It wasn't long until his fur then bristles as he, felt another ripple... a sign he isn't quite done. Jaws parted to let out a whine, exhaustion pulled at his eyelids. He hates this... He HATES this. He wants it to be over! The feathered calico's tail thumped against his nest, as he grits his teeth as the fourth kit slides into the world. He bends his head down to work his tongue across to fluff the slicked fur of the child. Another one that resembles him once again. A pale one, wavy fur fluffed up... though paired with mate's tabby markings. A bright combination. Dreamkit? Glowkit? Heart...? No, doesn't fit. He lifts his head towards Owlheart. "Shall... we name this one together?" He felt the wriggling of three sets of bodies, he brokenly hums at the little paws kneading his stomach. Once his mate says the name of their little combination, he lets out a soft coo. "Brightkit." The young queen gives the newly named child an affectionate lick on her head.

He nudges the kit towards the crook of his stomch with a soft choked purr. Oh, if his Mother and Father could see them... He flicks his tail, as another ripple grabs him by the throat. Pain weaved his nerves, he looks up at his mates in shock– the slightest fear etching his watery gaze. He thought he was done. I can't do this. "I-I can't do it... I can't." He lets his head fall in the nearby fluff of Crowsight, tears rolled down his cheeks in waves. Letting his eyelids fall shut while pale lips trembled, whimpers escape from parted fangs. I'm strangling both of you, once I'm healed up... If he had any guilt stored away from waking up camp, he doesn't have any now. The pain finally tore a cry from his throat, as the final kit slid into the world.

One, two, three... four, five.

Five kits. It was... a little more then he had imagined. Oddgleam glances down at the final kit with still watered eyes, another one that looks like Crowsight. Big paws, large ears and an open pink mouth that lets out tiny mewls. He draws his head away from his mate, letting his muzzle touch at the tiny form of his youngest with a sniff. Silk... Velvet... Doesn't fit. The young queen takes a moment to become enchanted by the tiny, wriggling forms of his children. "You can name this one Crow..." He sighs, leaning back against his nest with a heavy breath, that was laced with a sob. "Am I done?... Is it over? I'm done..." His words feel heavy, letting his head fall on the spongy nest, unable to drag his half - lidded gaze away from his kittens. His long mismatched tail curls loosely around his little ones. "They're so perfect." Finally... after his long hard work he can finally rest, a soft purr bubbled from his throat.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

• ooc. tagging @CROWSIGHT @Owlheart
  — mc tag: @Fireflyglow
  (babies in order... hi kids!) @PEARLKIT @CUCKOOKIT @snotkit @BRIGHTKIT @RAVENKIT — anyone could post, no need to wait!!

• temp oddgleam reference

  

• ( LIKE HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan queen.
  ⸝⸝ non-binary ; HE / THEY ; 18 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ bi-pan / polyamorous / mated to crowsight & owlheart
  ♡ pretty, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, e7d3e7" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[DROWSYNOSE]

STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME​

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birth was a beautiful thing to behold. he didn't mean to be one of the cats crowding the already crowded nursery but for stars sake, his nieces and nephews were being born right now. he wanted to see, to be there and be able to offer his paw to his brother and his siblings-in-paw. ( like an in-law, but cats didn't know that, did they? ) he watches in awe, his eyes shifting from the scene back to his brother and he decides for a moment that he needs to not be jealousy. even if it doesn't last, and it comes back to eat away at him like a dog to its meal, he must push it away. he stands up, offering a dip of his head and getting promptly out of the way to stand outside the den. he's happy for them, he tells himself. and he is... but even then he just can't force all of the feelings away. he will be a good uncle. he knows that. he will teach them to be great cats, like he tries to do with his young siblings now, and he will... be there for them. all of them. he's happy.

but he'd be happier if it was him. he would be happier if... if he was allowed to be selfish and to want. he can't. so he tries not to. his tail twitches as he waits for crow to appear, offering a blink and a nudge to his brother.

"hey. congratulations. proud of you big brother."

he nudges under his chin in a brush of affection.

"ill go hunt for you all now. I'm sure oddie needs some rest. they look... healthy. and kinda like we did when we were kits... at least, that one does."

he points to the black smoked kitten before just smiling and heading off. jealousy is a rot that festers. he needs to get out of here before it spreads like yellowcough.

// in, and out !!
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[Owlheart]

Her hunting has improved since Oddgleam moved to the nursery, a determination to be a helpful provider in any way she can to the young queen. If that meant attempting to single handily keep the entire nursery fed indefinitely then she would do so. She hopes that Hollypaw hasn't minded the extra focus on hunting, truthfully she doesn't think he needs it despite saying otherwise, a convenient but flimsy excuse to hunt more. She returns to camp, dismissing Hollypaw to enjoy some time to herself and pads towards the fresh kill pile, an average sized sparrow cradled between ivory fangs. The satisfaction over a successful hunt dissipates over a clan mates hurried explanation, Oddgleam's kitting... Oh. "Oh" she mouths around the bird, an urge to just discard the creature and run over is strong. Yet, dutiful as always she decides instead to set her catch carefully on the pile then practically trips over herself in an attempt to dart around the gathering crowd by the nursery. She hardly considers herself pushy and yet she shoulders past anyone who hadn't already moved.

Being met with the sight of her mate looking so small, so afraid- or is just nerves? She's not thinking clearly enough to dissect it right, all she knows is that she hates to see them like this. It's necessary though isn't it? Nerves typical of a first time queen? "I'm here love, you're okay" she mumbles in a broken purr, her own nerves clutching at her. Unsure of how to help she shuffles to the side of her mate, trying to keep enough space so that she's not blocking Fireflyglow from what he needs to do. The scent of blood is dizzying, bile coats her tongue be she wills herself to not make a scene. The cry of a newborn kit, their first newborn kit brings a quiet coo of awe, looking between Oddgleam and Crowsight. Pearlkit, he's named. It suits him, carrying a delicateness to it that only Oddgleam would be able to pass on.

The second kit born reminds her of a storm, the swirls of an ashen coat damp with the blood of her parent. Faintly she wonders if it's a sign of times to come, would she carry that calmness in the middle of one or the chaos of the weather. Owlheart finds herself beaming at the black pelt of her other mate when he's tasked to name this kitten, she believes it to be fitting and she blinks slowly, full of warmth and affection that she couldn't hope to convey with words. Heart once again lurches, then dragged back in place by the sight of the pale queen rendered to tears, blood smearing an otherwise pristine coat. She tries to soothe her own nerves by thinking about the complaints he will have over the state of themself once he's rested and finished.

There isn't much time to distract herself as the third kit comes, fur dappled in a myriad of colour, that fondness finds itself in her expression easily as Oddgleam nudges her to join her siblings. Owlheart almost doesn't catch his request "oh- me?" she think's to ask are you sure? but falters, he's tired and she should try to help where she can. They had discussed names sure but to actually be trusted with naming one, something that they hopefully will carry for the rest of their life. It's a daunting task, heart hammers against her chest as she gazes upon the she-kit, trying to figure out what she looks like. There's something to her coat, those muddied reds, sparse in comparison to the black surrounding the majority of her, dulled by the grime that kitting gives and yet showing through all the same. Reminding her of the sun this morning as she set off to hunt, peeking through dark clouds that threatened to give way to rain. A reprieve, a sign of hope for a good day. "Morningkit" She decides, name pulled out of her as if a knee jerk reaction, slipping by with ease which is rare for such an overthinker.

A fourth kit is a surprise, she blinks slowly at the revelation that her mate wasn't done yet. Another kit born, one bursting with life and vigor, dappled in colours that refused to be diminished unlike some of her siblings. Oddgleam suggests to name them together and her purr is thunderous. She is reminded of Glimmersun as she stares at this wriggling kit, their coat muted where his shines but the resemblance is uncanny in her hazy mind. There's a hope that she will be as clever as them, as bright as her coat indicates. "How about Brightkit?" She asks in a confident tone, still a suggestion yet carrying bravado that seems to only be clinging to her in this moment. Four kits, a big litter but she had no complaints- of course she would never dream to complain since she wasn't the one having to go through kitting.

Five kits, it appears that she stands corrected. It's a familiar sight, she herself had came from a litter of five. The last arrival bearing a strong resemblance to Crowsight, she supposes it won't be hard to tell which family any of these kits belong to but it was endearing to see ones so similar to him. He's to name the last one, with a purr she presses her head against the smokes shoulder, an encouragement of sorts. Once given the chance she is quick to crane her head down, licking behind Oddgleams ear with a purr. "You're incredible" she murmurs in awe then allows her gaze to fall on their children "they're incredible."
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[Eggbounce.]

I'M GONNA BE THE SNACK THAT SMILES BACK
I'M GONNA BE THE KIT TO YOUR KAT ​

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eggbounce & 18 moons & male & he/him & skyclan warrior ​

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Eggbounce is excited for his family to grow, whickers all but quivering in excitement once the news reaches pale ears. Parenthood is not something he'd expected - never so soon - and yet somehow it feels fitting that Owlheart is to be a mother. He waits impatiently at dens entrance, allowing the family to be alone - and the moment he is allowed in, he all but bounces over, paws thundering. And then he blinks, head dipping to the side, the first words out of his mouth a rather loud - " Are they supposed to be that small? " a moments pause, and a bright smile stretches across his face despite his bewilderment. " They're cute, "

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[CROWSIGHT]

Crowsight had been returning from a patrol when a clanmate had quickly explained the situation to him. Before he knew it he was by his mates side, acting as a pillow for his beloved. Muttering words of encouragement and of love. It was all he could do to make things bearable for his beloved. Owlheart had arrived just as swiftly as well. And eventually....

Their firstborn had arrived. Their son was named Pearlkit. They were officially parents now. It's not like they weren't before, but it felt more tangible, real. Now that Pearlkit wiggled around his beloveds belly. He can't help himself from drawing closer, careful not to get in the way of his older brother. After all, he didn't know what to do during these times. All he could do was watch as his love cried out in pain, helpless. Oh, how he was riddled with guilt. They all wanted to start their own family, but to see Oddgleam in agony? However, the mews of their firstborn drew him away from such thoughts. He hadn't looked too closely at Pearlkit initially.

It was evident that Pearlkit took after him. Their fur both black as night, however their son bore his father's white patches. Though, one could argue that Pearlkit took after his white spots as well. They would be wrong in that assumption, given Crowsight hadn't been born with the white spots he bore now. As much as he desires to hold their son, he must be patient. In the meantime he presses against Owlheart, linking their tails together. "We're really parents now," he whispers to his star.

Another cry soon echoes within the den. It is their second kit. Oh. They look just like you my love. Small too. Will they have the legs of Windclan? There's gotta be something under that fur. A puffball. A small chuff escapes his maw. He knows he shouldn't laugh at their child, but he can't help it. They were quite small and all that long fur was doing them no justice. Even though they would look like a walking puffball for a time, he adored their second born all the same. How could he not? You'll look just as dashing as your father, just give it some time. Maybe you'll be the most nimble warrior Skyclan has seen.

What breaks his thoughts is a nudge from Owlheart. Wh? Hazel eyes shift from red to calico. Oddgleam, one of his beloveds is looking at him expectantly. Owlheart, ever the reliable whispers to him what their love has asked of him. Eyes widen in surprise. I name this one? His gaze leaves his mates to the blue smoke.

Moons ago, when he was still an apprentice there was a time when he and Oddgleam were strolling along their territory. Black paws thundered against the ground, unable to catch up with the calico's pace. Back then he'd always wondered how his mate was so swift, but now it made sense. His mate had the blood of Windclan flowing through him.

He can't quite remember what led up to this point. What he does remember is when Oddgleam asked him of his opinion of birds. "You're cuckoo, aren't you?" At the time he had no idea what the calico had meant. Cuckoo? It was then that Oddgleam explained to him it was some sort of bird, followed by laughter. He's certain there was something more to just a bird, but he failed to ask. All he remembers is his mates melodious laughter and how clueless he was. It was a memory he treasured with all his heart.

The answer became obvious. He can think of no better name for this kit. "Cuckookit." It is a homage to their beloved, Oddgleam. The very cat this kitten took after, but it is also for their resemblance to the color of cuckoos. And perhaps it was a bit of an inside joke as well. However, if Cuckookit had asked... They would be told of this memory between their parents.

Blood makes his fur bristle. There shouldn't be on their loves white fur. However, his brother's presence is enough to ground him from doing anything silly. Fireflyglow will make sure Oddgleam and the kits are alright. He will do his absolute best. Trust in your older brother. Regardless, he can't help but shift in place with unease. Hazel eyes briefly lock with amber, nodding in agreement with Oddgleams decision for Owlheart to name the third squirming kit.

"Morningkit."

The fur on his back bristles. It feels as though the temperature of the den has decreased significantly. Wary eyes look to Fireflyglow and Howlfire if she was present. If I'm not mistaken, then that name is... He can't bring himself to open his maw and tell his star that maybe she should reconsider. Not when she looks at their daughter with all the love in the universe. He hopes his relatives from Blazestar's side, especially his brother didn't think ill of him. In truth, the three had discussed names before but he hadn't heard Morningkit from Owlheart. Did she suddenly come up with it?

In any case, he tries not to look at Fireflyglow or Howlfire too much. If they had something to say about it, then he'd hoped the pair would like to talk them in private about it. Morningkit could be changed to another name if it bothered them, but he wished that they would understand. Understand that the name, although he had not picked it, was not given to serve as a grim reminder. Please, let her keep this name. Maybe this will be a new beginning for all of us. The past may hurt, but we can't avoid it forever.

A fourth kit quickly follows. The last one... Thank Starclan. It's over our love. Four kittens. We have four little morsels. He is not upset that their last kit would be given a name from the two most important cats of his life. Brightkit? A fond smile is etched on his maw watching Brightkit cry. A kit that shared a resemblance between his sun and star. A wonderful and stunning blend of them both. Indeed, this child was bright. With the way they cried out and swiped the air in defiance, he could tell that this one would be quite the pawful. However, seconds later when they settled and began kneading the belly of their father... Just like Owlie. Kind. Pft. Kind and troublesome. You'll make me lose a bit a sleep, won't you?

The three of them had expected this to be the end. He has become Oddgleam's fluffy pillow as their kits squirm. It is only when the calico jolts that he turns and sees fear in those lovely wet eyes. There is nothing he can do. He is no medicine cat. He doesn't know what to give Oddgleam to soothe him. What to give to stop the bleeding. Fear begins to grip him, the black smoke rises to his paws and looks towards Fireflyglow helplessly, "Everything will be okay? Right?!"

What happens next is a blur. If Owlheart takes his place as a pillow, or if his family tries to settle him down... He has no clue. Fear drowns rationality. Crowsight does not prevent his older brother from helping his mate, or anyone really. All he can do is ask if everything will be okay endlessly, while hazel eyes dart around the den haphazardly.

A loud cry followed by wails stops him from his worried frenzy. The black smoke turns slowly to see another small bundle. What? Ears flick hearing his name and the request from his exhausted mate. The question of is it over is left unanswered by him. He hopes that this is the last and no more surprises occur. Five kittens. They only expected three or four maximum. Five? It is still unreal that the last... What he hopes is the last kitten squirms. Big black paws guide him to where he is meant to be.

His dark frame looms over the last of their kits to grace this earth. A stoic expression remains plastered on his face, hazel eyes stare intently at the squirming kit. If one could consider it a kit. You're mostly paws aren't you? Big white paws cover the kits face, and for a moment, Crowsight remains frozen.

Blurs of black and brown fur invade his mind, a memory from long ago failing in clarity. And yet, even though he can not remember what he saw, he can remember the feelings.

Warmth. Yes, the warmth of his littermates and of his mother. Was I like this? Hazel eyes shift to his mates and each squirming bundle. Pearlkit. Cuckookit. Morningkit. Brightkit. And you...

A small smile curls from his lips, as he watches big white paws draw away from this kit's face. Oh. What he sees is a mirror. This kit, reminds him all too well of himself. Though I was more a puffball than you. Cuckookit beat you at that. I had big paws too, but they looked short with how much fur I had. You better thank your father for that. Don't bully Cuckookit too much over it.

Then, a wave of sadness engulfs his heart. Memories of amber of blood begin to surface. The scars on his eye begins to burn, and yet... He feels no hatred.

"Howlingstar was murdered by one of our very clanmates...her own grandson, Skyclaw."

You killed Blazestar too, didn't you? It is wrong. He knows it. To feel empathy towards a kin slayer. Nevertheless, he understands. Skyclaw... His brother, was no doubt a tom who committed henious crimes. Very few would forgive such him. Crowsight was not daft. However, he understood the cost of lies. It was because of a lie, his brother became the tom he was. There was love behind the act, but he can't help but feel enraged thinking about it himself.

There had been a time his own mother hid who his real father was. Perhaps there was an aspect of love, but he understood it was denied mostly for herself. She didn't want to remember those days or that monster. She may have been able to run from it, but him? He believed for many moons he was a monster as well. He denied his ties and focused solely on training. He was not the son of Doeblaze, an honorable warrior. He was the son of a monster. It enraged him that he couldn't escape his fate, his blood. What made Crowsight any different than Skyclaw?

Skyclaw, unlike him, had two parents who loved him more than anything. He saw agony within Blazestar's eyes when he looked beyond the pines. Often, he'd catch Fireflyglow looking in the direction of the oak forest. Howlingfire could be caught from time to time as well. All of them loved Skyclaw. However, it was because of love Skyclaw became the way he was as well. They believed they knew what was right for him and they paid for it in blood.

"You like bringing up the dead enough, I can send you to just the right place to commune with them yourself."

That still hasn't changed Skyclaw. I will always think of them. I will still think of you, Skyclaw. My brother. The phantom of claws that have constricted his heart, ache. He doesn't fear it, instead he welcomes it. The landscape of his heart is a never ending winter after all. If Skyclaw still desired to send him to the right place to commune with them himself, he would like to see him try. We still haven't had our next battle. We've got a score to settle! This time, when I win, I want to know you. For now, I hope you don't mind too much.

"Ravenkit." Perhaps his siblings would sigh. Of course their bird loving brother would name another child after a bird. There was a limit y'know?! However, their son would be named with a desire in mind. Ravens were playful and smart. Similar to crows in many ways. However, it was a scarce sight to see one resting. Almost always they soared freely in the grand sky.

Freedom. He wished for their son to be unburdened by blood, unlike the tom he had been named for.

Naturally the new family has visitors. Though he's starting to wonder if the whole clan showed up with how many were curious. We're a pretty big family aren't we? Drowsynose, ever the kind offers his congratulations towards him along with brush of affection. The exhange between them is brief, his brother stating that he'll return with prey for his exhausted mate. Before he can give thanks to his brother, the smoke has already departed. It's as if he was a ghost. Something's up with him... Now's not the time to chase after him though, I need to help Owlie take care of Odd and our kits.

Eggbounce his brother? Owlheart's brother draws near with thundering paws, it's almost a wonder how the warrior didn't crash into the kits or his mates (not that he wanted their kits to be crushed by one of their uncles). A chuff escapes his maw, "I think so. Well... I think my mother, the queens, and Fireflyglow would know if they were bigger than normal or smaller. You are right about them being cute, Eggbounce."​

 

[RAVENKIT]

He is the last to arrive from his litter. He doesn't hear Oddgleam's curses and hisses, or Crowsight's panicked mews; the black smoke experiences none of the negativity that comes with the strain or expectations of kitting. There is only the joy that comes after the whole ordeal is over and done with, and all three of his parents are happy to see all five of their children breathing and mewling.

He was never alone in this strange new world. There were four others beside him, fighting for the comfort of Oddgleam's belly, for milk to feast on. “Mrrrrrp,” He voices, the first that is not a wail as a soft tongue gently licks him down. Warm, it's warm, and he craves more of it. He wiggles closer to Oddgleam, or his littermates ( he doesn't know, can't know, not yet ), pawing at whatever he can find. He cries, now, hungry and seeking more.

Ravenkit doesn't know the reasoning behind his name. That it's not just about the bird and there's much more beneath. SkyClan, Blazestar, Howlingstar, Skyclaw, ThunderClan. All unknown to the newborn, and it was uncertain how much about the motives behind his name he would come to learn.

 

[Fireflyglow]

Fireflyglow is so alight with adoration for these little bundles of joy that he's crying over Oddgleam. His heart pounds in his chest, the sound of kitten wailing makes him hiccup from the emotions he felt wash over him. His tail rested upon Crowsight's shoulder, comforting him. "Blood is normal in small amounts. Fetch Oddy some wet moss." Fireflyglow meows softly, pushing his forehead into his brother's cheek affectionately. With these new little nieces and nephews, the clan was about to get that much bigger. He'd have more family to protect. Cats to take care of.

Pearlkit. Cuckookit. Brightkit. Ravenkit.

And.. Morningkit.

Fireflyglow freezes momentarily, the name a memorial to someone special- someone he loved deeply. A twin, and his little sister. Snot dribbles from his nose as tears cascade down his cheeks, the assigned name pleasing him. "Thank you.." He whispers softly, barely audible above the wailing of children now-born, but it's evident that he is happy with the name. Morningpaw was looking over this kit- she would keep an eye on them. Fireflyglow offers some marigold to Oddgleam for the bleeding, milky blues staring sightlessly at the kits curled up at Oddgleam's belly.

"Five kits is a larger litter.. If you continue to bleed more, or if you feel further pain, have someone fetch me. Okay?" Fireflyglow says softly, his bottom lip wobbling. Aw, man.. He probably looked like a big wuss right now. "Damn good names, if I do say so myself. Hiya there, little fellas.. I'm 'yer uncle.. Uncle Fi, y'know? And I'll.. I'll always be here for you. Mother has blessed you all with air in your little lungs, I hope that you become strong Warriors with the breaths you continue to take. Hm?" He purrs softly, brushing his tongue over Ravenkit's head, then the others. He pauses on Morningkit, before he rises to his paws.

This was why he chose the medicine cat code he did.

These kits were his family now. But he would treat them as if they were his children, like he did all of his clanmates. There is no sadness or jealousy remaining, the birth of such beautiful little souls reminding him of the truth. He turns to the three parents, smiling tearfully.

"Congratulations, you three."​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 26 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[PEARLKIT]

The first born. The first born son too. It's a title that means everything and nothing all at once. Like a crown upon his head only put there by the people who can actually see it gleaming above his head; emphasis belonging only to himself, to the ones that want it.

His entrance into the world is abrupt for one just learning life. It's a sudden change and he walks. Not for himself, but for the absence of something he knows should belong with him. It'll be many weeks still until he recognizes just who and what they are, longer until he can put names and faces and meaning behind them. And he cries, despite the warmth he is ushered to, despite the calm he should feel. And it persists through two, three- and then there's five of them. And this somehow feels right.

But of course it would, and he settles. He's the first born. He was never made to be alone, and one day soon he'll have a job to do.​

 

[DOEBLAZE]

The bramble entrance welcomes Doeblaze with a rustle and whisper of thorns, immediately followed by the sight of Fireflyglow hauling ass for the nursery. Her fur ruffles—that can only mean one thing, and the tabby dismissed Cloudypaw with a hasty mutter before following in the seal point's pawsteps. A knot of cats gathers in the cloistered space of the nursery around the mild tang of blood underlying the usual milk-scent, not an unfamiliar occurence, but an exciting one this go-round—these are her grandkits being born, after all! Her excitement is a touch dampened by the tears glistening in Oddgleam's eyes, and Doeblaze's face softens sympathetically as she settles in with the others who've gathered to witness this.

Pearlkit, Cuckookit, Morningkit, Brightkit, Ravenkit. They arrive in painful succession, and she lends her voice to the group of cats murmuring reassurances to the pale queen. Drowsynose nudges his brother proudly and ducks out, and the tabby has to lean up when she attempts to press a quick, affectionate tap of her nose to his ear before he goes. Her son and Owlheart dote on their mate, and a scrap of a rusty purr rumbles to life in Doeblaze's chest as she gazes fondly at the little family gathered around, Eggbounce joining the ranks of relatives pressing in.

Fireflyglow's milky eyes ooze tears, and she finds her own gaze silently drifting to the ginger-and-black scrap nursing alongside their siblings. Morningkit. Her eye softens and she shifts to hesitantly press her shoulder against Fireflyglow's own. What little Blazestar had told her of his lost daughter had been choked by the thick vines of grief that would later entrap her. Reverent and sad all at once, and suddenly she's overcome with the memory of his blood-choked words: " She's here, Bobbie. She's come for me. " Emotion bubbles up in her throat unwelcomed, and she has to swallow back tears of her own. Tears for Fireflyglow, and all he's lost.

" If they're anything like you and your siblings, they're bigger than normal, " she says after a long moment, her voice hoarse with warring emotions. Her muzzle crooks into a hesitant grin as she glances at her son, wondering ... hoping that these kits can help mend the gaps between them. She can feel the gentle swell in her chest when she looks at the five squirming bodies curled against Oddgleam's flank, and the shine in Crowsight's eyes as he looks upon them. Grandkits. My grandkits.

" And they're the cutest kits I think I've ever seen. " She directs a watery smile at Crowsight, tired eye crinkling around the edges. Doeblaze gets to her paws and leans to press her nose to the shell of her son's ear, moving as carefully as if she might startle a deer. " Congratulations. I'm so proud of you. " I always have been. I always will be.

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[morningkit]

The world is bright... It's colors bounce off her eyelids with mewled protest, a shaky head trying to search for a patch of dark to hide in. Just like before... the thrum of a heartbeat close at paw, squished warmly between the press of her litter-mates. Now.. there is chill, and vibrance... and though she cannot hear the world that celebrates her, it is bustling.

The crook of Oddgleam's belly is shadowy and sweet-smelling, a comfort sorely sought with tiny cries as space grows filled by plush fur pressed against her. It is familiar... soothing the terror-filled wailing that she'd sang so loudly. Her mother names her for the red flicker of the morning sun that touches her with loving light... but everyone else hears the image of a girl long dead and gone. Someone sorely missed... the weight of such a name rests lightly on her shoulders, bathing in ignorant silence as she finds her first meal.

Her paws press eagerly into tender, pink skin, not realizing just how hungry she'd been until the first drop touches her tongue. Satisfied with her lot in life, Morningkit finds sleep soon with a belly filled by the love of the crowd that welcomes her.

holding onto a love ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ they keep wanting

• crowsight x oddgleam x owlheart
  pearlkit - cuckookit - morningkit​ - brightkit - ravenkit​

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[LUPINESONG]

❀‿ It was like a dream, one moon everyone was just a bunch of apprentices stumbling through the world, and the next … her brother was in a happy relationship with two cats and she got to welcome her bundle of niblings into the world. There sure are a bunch of them… enough to keep all three sets of paws full, probably.

She wondered how Crowsight would handle it. She still couldn’t imagine him as a father, even as she was staring at the reality of it straight-on. Lupinesong had always wanted to be a mother, she thought. When she imagined it in her youth it was always… She didn’t put much thought into what her brothers would do. She didn’t think that she’d be so much… behind them.

She didn’t know being a father was something he wanted, but Crowpaw and Crowkit probably weren’t … the same cat Crowsight was, right? Owlheart and Oddgleam are consumed with staring at their newborns, they probably are more familiar with Crowsight than she ever was. They’d know.

She’s happy for them, really she is.

"They’re all sooo cute," she coos when it’s her turn to see them up close, nuzzling one gently before leaning back to twitch her whiskers at their parents, "You’re a beautiful family."

One of them is named Morningkit. Like Blazestar’s daughter, she thinks on first instinct. She wonders if it’s weird for Fireflyglow, but he looks… happy too. Mom also has that watery-eyed look she hasn’t seen her wear in a long time, and Lupinesong doesn’t like the squeezing feeling in her stomach. Drowsynose offers his affections and exits the nursery with the promise to go hunt something for them.

It’s then that she becomes aware of how much space she’s taking up. The nursery feels so very small when crowds gather during times like this, and she’s just another body cramming in on the new family. She should… go find something else to do. Should she go follow Drowsynose on his proposed hunt? It wasn’t like there was anything else she had waiting for her… Okay. She’s been here too long.

She offers a polite smile-and-nod to everyone gathered before making a hopefully-graceful exit.

LOVE ME MORE, ⊹₊°❀‿ LOVE ENOUGH TO DROWN ME OUT.

• OOC: in,,, and out !
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• 
  — lupinekit . lupinepaw . lupinesong
  — trans she/her. 18mo warrior of skyclan. formerly mentored by dandelionwish, mentoring stormpaw, it’s complicated
  — doeblaze x duke. littermate to crowsight & drowsynose. older half-sister of hollykit, lionkit, and candorkit
  — a tall, pretty, long-haired black smoke with low white and green eyes
  — smells like sweet lupine flowers and young pine needles
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by pikaihao and funnyguy by pin
  — penned by eezy

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[HAWKSPINE]

Rearing back on his hind paws in order to have some luck in peering over the crowd that surrounds Oddgleam and his new kits, Hawkspine takes a sentinel's place a tail-length away from the nursery entrance. He's being good and respectful, and allowing the immediate kin of the new parents to meet the kittens first, but curiosity eats at him. It gnaws at him like the sparrow he'd devoured that morning.

However, a dark figure shoulders her way from the ferns, and the warrior's expression lights up. Lupinesong is just the cat he wanted to see! She's littermates with Crowsight, so she'd definitely been allowed in to meet the newest SkyClanners.

"Are they here?" Hawkspine hisses to Lupinesong in a very loud but excited whisper as she exits the nursery, a half-abandoned attempt at quiet overruled by his good cheer at the arrival of new kittens and the lack of panic surrounding the scene. He drops back down, facing the smoke molly with gleaming excitement in his eyes, tail lifting in a happy wave. He almost sounds like an excited apprentice again, a flash of his earliest self surfacing as he continues, "Did he name them yet? What are they called? What do they look like?"

// stalling @LUPINESONG with permission<3

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[LUPINESONG]

❀‿ Lupinesong blinks once, twice when the young warrior, leaning up on his two haunches hisses a poor excuse of a whisper. She can’t help the twitch of her whiskers his elation draws out, and the brisk nighttime air re-inflates her a bit, pulling her out of her bubble of rumination for a moment. She swishes her tail and hums affirmatively, "Mmhmm, all five of them."

She cocks her head, as if to peer closer at the list of their names written in her head, "Let’s see. There’s a Brightkit, Cuckookit, Morningkit, Ravenkit, and Pearlkit. As for what they look like… Small, fuzzy, wiggly—you know, the usual." She smiles wryly, figuring she’d leave at least a little mystery lingering over them, give Hawkspine some incentive to hunt for Oddgleam’s breakfast tomorrow.

She gives him a last wave of her tail before parting, wanting to find herself a quiet corner.

LOVE ME MORE, ⊹₊°❀‿ LOVE ENOUGH TO DROWN ME OUT.

• OOC: hehe out now
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• 
  — lupinekit . lupinepaw . lupinesong
  — trans she/her. 18mo warrior of skyclan. formerly mentored by dandelionwish, mentoring stormpaw, it’s complicated
  — doeblaze x duke. littermate to crowsight & drowsynose. older half-sister of hollykit, lionkit, and candorkit
  — a tall, pretty, long-haired black smoke with low white and green eyes
  — smells like sweet lupine flowers and young pine needles
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by pikaihao and funnyguy by pin
  — penned by eezy

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[CUCKOOKIT]

Cuckookit came into the world not thrashing nor biting, but sighing their relief. Mimicking their birth-giver in superficial appearance, the newborn kitten had been thrust from a sea of nothingness, fatality of an ever-moving cycle that he had burst from. Where there once was an envelope of pulsating warmth to behold them, there now lie the cold and whistling air around him. Leaf-fall's animations did not comfort the kitten with its lilting song - it stood all-too unfamiliar to him, all too terrifying. They remained deathly quiet for a few moments more, as if the predestination had weighed too heavily upon a mind too young to form coherent thought, death seeming to portion itself out to them even at birth. Lying upon strewn moss and trodden ground, they would soon come to know the earth below them as the only constant of which rooted the trees at their place and hung the sky up from its throne. Now, he did not know it so intimately. The only thing that seemed to keep them from never moving again was the heaves of their breath, air of life circling through tiny bird-bone and string-sinew, like a rhythm he barely hung to. As if they unknowingly fought for the right to live, grasping at the loose threads of wind so that they may fuel their own body, they hardly rustled from their place next to Oddgleam.

Then, they cried out. It was a resounding declaration of their very existence, as though the pressure of it all had not indicted him to silence, and announcing himself was the only thing he knew to do. There was no shame nor other worldly emotions as a proportionally large head attempted to find something to suckle on, no oscillation of desire nor fear to plague him - in the very sense, Cuckookit was clean before he ever knew the meaning of such a word. There lie only the basal instinct to vaguely guide him along the right path, the path that had been strung out for him. Was it his right to deny this path in the future? Was he beholden to the right to repay the stars itself for allowing their presence in their grand design? Gum-laced maw found the sustenance that it sought, and soon even the grey-pelted feline grew complacent in his place upon the great nature of things. Those were questions to pose later. For now, it would do them no good - not that he had the brain to even formulate such matters within them.​

 

[BRIGHTKIT]

✦ — There had been warmth once and all she can remember doing is impatiently kicking as she silently wishes for escape but it makes her ponder... What is she escaping from exactly? Perhaps, it's too crowded in the safe place that doesn't allow for her paws to stretch out comfortably anymore instead kicking and rolling about with her siblings causing discomfort to the being that carried her along with her unborn littermates. She caused small pains, discomfort, and even sickness at times though that's more like a parasite of which she isn't. Right? The darkness that once cradled her let's go and she's met with the sudden chill of leaf-fall air, her small lungs beginning to hurt for whatever reason and her mouth parts as if to squeak but no noise comes out. The unnamed kitten takes in a sharp breath and the pain in her chest subsides completely as she takes in as much oxygen as she can.

Finally, a shrill mewl tears itself from her throat as she announces herself to those gathered during her birth and her small paws stretch out in front of her. Look at me! Look! She seems to say with her loud mewls though it stops the moment that she feels a tongue brush over her coat and a hiss slips from her toothless gums doing her best to "defend" herself despite being deaf and blind. The newly named Brightkit realizes that she's beginning to grow cold once more and despite her size, she pushes through her siblings and swings her tiny legs out to kick them away from her.

Move! Away!

A few pathetic hisses leaving her mouth once more until her head dives hesd first into the belly of Oddgleam though it hadn't been intentional, someone must've shoved her. Awful brutes! Regardless, it makes her realize that there's so much more than picking a fight with her littermates at her birth as her mouth waters slightly at the sudden sweet aroma of milk and she can feel pinpricks of discomfort in her own belly. Her ivory limbs reaching forth as she finds a place to call her own and begins to feed, a soft attempt of a growl leaving her if she felt any movement near her, a threat to her spot on Oddgleam's belly. She's a greedy little thing from that start and even if she had her fill, she would stay there so nobody else took her new comfortable place.

A WHOLE GARDEN ON FLOWERS -`✦´- AND MY NAME ETCHED ON A ROCK

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  ✦ a vibrant, curly furred blue torbie with high white and olive-green eyes
  ✦ much like her name given to her by her parents, she's a bright individual with an overly imaginative mind that comes into play ever day in her life. she's very childish and has a very colorful vocabulary, brightkit can oftentimes come off as quite blunt or sharp-tongued later on in life. all opinions are IC only
  ✦ ages realistically; born 10.12.24
  ✦ sexuality unknown; too young to consider love
  ✦ child of oddgleam, owlheart, and crowsight
  ✦ sister to pearlkit, morningkit, cuckookit, and ravenkit
  ✦ relatively easy to befriend and make your enemy ; will start fights always
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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