DARLING, YOU’RE GLOWING [☼] birth

[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

It was difficult to feel safe, still- at least truly safe. The way Roeflame had felt before the wolves had slipped into her home in the dead of nightfall.
The nights… they feel particularly unsettling, so the tabby queen had taken the most comfort in her impending kits- who by now had overstayed their welcome under her ribs, alongside Moonwhisper’s own who had come into the world just the night before.
Sleep did not come easy, despite the excursion Roeflame had been putting on her shoulders since the night the wolves invaded.
Curled as tightly as she was able to in the depths of her far-too-empty nest, the frosted furred she-cat had only just lulled herself to a light slumber.
It feels as though it’s only been heartbeats later when Roeflame feels a sudden kick, though by now the feeling is barely enough to stir her.
Until something sharp and burning startles her awake with a low-toned hiss, ears flattening as far as they could against the back of her crown. Pressing her forepaw against a half-lidded optic, the pain is as quick to ebb as it was to blossom.
”Oh.. oh shi-“ It only takes her another moment, another invisible pain that jolts the rosetted queen to wobbly paws, the hiss that leaves her involuntary and her eyes wide with anxious anticipation and only a slight touch of fear.
Outside, camp had been quiet, but as Roeflame attempts to follow the first instinct that strikes her to follow the routine route to the herb-stocked den there is another- far more powerful than the last two had been, and she has barely reached the exit.
Gritting her teeth to stifle the ungodly screech that was the tabby was bound to sing the moment she eased up, Roeflame knows she wouldn’t be walking anywhere anytime soon, and she forces herself to lean against the mouth of the nursery, teeth feeling as though they may shatter under the pressure as she waits for the pain to finally ebb.
So, when the presence of someone else nearby is vaguely registered by the queen, it feels like a miracle- though not that Roeflame could take a second to find out if it was a fellow queen or concerned clanmate, she forces the strained orders out between pants.
”Get Gentlestorm and …Burnstorm, get Burnstorm- tell him his kits are trying to kill me!”
Perhaps a little dramatic, but this is sure what it felt like. Roeflame couldn’t even spare the energy for a momentary mother-to-be panic. Discomfort ribbons aches throughout her flank, down her limbs, and the queen would force herself to stumble back, half-sinking into her nest with a groan.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  @BURNSTORM @GENTLESTORM but no need to wait ! Feel free to be the one she was talking to <3
  
  

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Honeydapple]

It was difficult for her to admit aloud, but Honeydapple often found herself seeking solace within the confines of the nursery. Surrounded by the comforting scents of kits and the sweetness that could only be found in the presence of new life, she felt a sense of contentment watching the younglings play and helping out the Queens. However, with the threat of wolves looming, she became even more adamant about staying close to the nursery, unwilling to leave her more vulnerable friends alone when predators lurked nearby.

As she lay near the mouth of the den, her fur spiked with sudden awareness at Roeflame's pained hiss. Without hesitation, she bolted to her paws and rushed into the brambled entryway, worried eyes immediately falling upon the trembling tabby. "Oh!" Honeydapple exclaimed, surprised by the sight of the Lead Warrior in distress.

Instinctively, she attempted to nuzzle Roeflame's cheek, offering a touch of emotional support before backing away and nodding with affirmation. "Of course, and no need to worry. Just try to lay down and don't exert yourself further." With a meow of sternness wrapped in empathy and excitement, Honeydapple raced into the clearing, her blue gaze locking onto her friend's den.

She practically flew to the fern tunnel, shoving herself into the entrance to find the familiar form of Gentlestorm. Urgency rich in her tone, she aimed to bump his side, her voice loud enough to wake any nearby cats. "Get up! Roeflame is kitting, and she needs you!" Knowing Gentlestorm was always quick to respond, she turned and clamored back out into the warm newleaf night.

Their coat frazzled with the adrenaline rush of her final task. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she put on a brave face and hurried across camp once more, making her way into the warriors' den and calling out in a trilled volume. "Burnstorm! Wake up! It's time!" A shaky smile bloomed on her maw as she hoped to find the inky cat in question, eager to lend her assistance during this important moment.​

 

[sparrowpaw.]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Sparrowkit's head darted up from slumber as a soft hiss echoed into the nursery. He'd recognize that voice anywhere - the very voice that named him! "Auntie Roeflame!" the kitten gasped, and he was up. Through the darkness of the den, he blindly clambered over Flamewhisker's paws until he fell out of the nest, hitting the ground with a thump and a soft 'oof' before he was up and scrambling for the den's entrance.

"I'll help you! I'll help you!" he exclaimed, almost out of breath from his frantic journey towards the den's mouth where Roeflame had fallen in distress. Thankfully, Honeydapple went to get Gentlestorm this time - Sparrowkit didn't remember the way under the cover of night. With Moonwhisper's kittens arriving just the night prior, Sparrowkit seemed to have an understanding that it must have hurt, but that didn't stop the worry and confusion from clouding his hazel eyes.

"Roe, are Mister Burnstorm's kits really going to kill you?" The question came out as a hushed squeak as Sparrowkit positioned himself near Roeflame's face, curling his fluffy tail around his puffed-up body. "But they're not here yet. They'll be too little!" He wasn't sure even he could kill Roeflame, and he was wayyy bigger than Moonwhisper's kits - whom he assumed Roeflame's kits would mimic in size.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── JUST THE TWO OF US ⋅❁⋅ BUILDING CASTLES IN THE SKY ──┐‎

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  SPARROWKIT ✩ he/him, loner kitten, 2 moons.
  ⭃ a long-furred white tom with chocolate markings on his ears, tail, and a heart-shaped mark on his flank.
  ⭃ loner heritage. adopted son of FLAMEWHISKER
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[freckleflame]

she can’t sleep at night. it’s a surprise to no one, haunted awake by distant howls and the fading scarlets of their nursery walls. roeflame had kept close to her as well she could — as much as freckleflame get like a drenched rat, pathetic and scrabbling for purpose, her presence eased the tumultuousness of her mind enough for the tortoiseshell to get some sort of comfort. she felt cold, ever since. cold and nervous, on edge, the ever - looming threat of wolves that knew well where their camp was and had gotten a mighty feast before. what was stopping them now? nothing, she knows. nothing was stopping them. it was a waiting game, until they could lead those drooling hounds astray. she could only hope howlingstar’s patrol to windclan had gone as planned.

another restless night finds her outside the nursery, settled in the greying discoloration of dirt that had become her resting place — a brief pity that her clanmates side - step in the early mornings, a brief peace to fade as the color itself did. newleaf rain would not keep it long. she is dozing there when the screams start and suddenly, she is transported back to the sunrise before. there is red everywhere.

it takes a moment for her to find her bearings, startling out of her first light doze and onto hobbling paws. it’s honeydapple that enters first, and her reaction tells freckleflame that it isnt terrible, despite the slow icing of the tortoiseshells nerves. her belly fills with stone, drops to her paws because roeflame is hollering — screaming that the kits are killing her and she doesn’t know if that’s true or not, but the molly reacts like it is. she makes a choked sound as honeydapple backs out, making to her burnstorm and to make her go faster, freckleflame barks a, ” go, go now, ill be with her! “ that shakes more than she wants it to. her best friend lie in pain, lie wailing, and this wasn’t the time — she clears her throat, steels her face. she could put aside her misery for this. she would be there for her just as roeflame had been for her, as emotion - packed as the last few sunrises had been. until burnstorm or gentlestorm arrived, she would be at her side. before she ducks in, she grabs a stick — a memory from her father’s kittings. she prays it’s strong enough to withhold the mollys bite.

the tortoiseshell finally lowers in where she can, makes herself as small as possible in the packed nursery to rest her head and paws down near the nest encouragingly, ” im here, hey. i’m here. look at me, roe, honey. “ quick, direct, but there. she pats the stick, ” burnstorm’s on his way, but i wantcha to bite down on this if it gets real bad, okay? “ sparrowkit approaches, and freckleflame knows it was an interesting affair for the youth, but hard eyes flick to him as he approached, ” they aren’t gonna kill her. she’s got too much t’ do.. “ a lead warrior, a family.. and starclan isn’t that cruel, she wants to say, but recent events have urged her otherwise — still, she presses her nose into the little tabby’s ruff, praying to the stars above the two tom’s arrived quick and the delivery was easy. she couldn’t take any more heartbreak.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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  FRECKLEFLAME 𖦹 . LESBIAN, SINGLE. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK AND RICH, EARTHY MUSK. EIGHTEEN MOONS OLD. FRIEND & SISTER TO MANY! NAMED A WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN ON 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORING NO ONE! PENNED BY ANTLERS --------------------------------------------
  
  she / her, eldest daughter of rabbitnose and the late sunfreckle. big, fluffy cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. larger than life! each and every part of her is broad ; wide in everything from her face to shoulders to her feathered tail, something reminiscent of her father’s kittypet heritage in the square of her chin and hulk of her figure. she appears illusionarily fluff - ridden at first, thickly pelted in shades of fire and soot, long & tangled, knotted with undergrowth — seeming soft and pudgy, and she is.. that figure curving into hard, hidden bulk along heavyset flanks and well - muscled limbs. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers.
  

  

  grieving. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.

  
  

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[BURNSTORM]

He is asleep when it happens. Tucked in his mossy nest, careful not to sleep in the empty space his mate once used to occupy when she still lived in the warriors den with him, scared that if he did sleep there it would stop smelling like her and then he would really have trouble sleeping. When Honeydapple rouses him, he blinks sleepily up at her a "Wha-" perched upon his lips before he fully hears what she’s saying. It’s time.

Immediately, he scrambles to his paws "Thank you for waking me" he says politely to Honeydapple before shooting from the warriors den like his tail is on fire. He’d be damned if he ever missed such an important moment like this. Freckleflame is already there, guiding her through it and if their eyes were to meet he would send a grateful nod her way. "The kits will be here soon Sparrowkit, and everyone will be okay, no one’s dying today" he says with enough certainty for the whole den "Why don’t you go wait outside and when it’s done I’ll let you know and you can come meet them?" he asks, gently ushering the kit out of the nursery with a wave of his tail.

"Roeflame? Roeflame, I’m here my love" he says, unsure of what he’s meant to do in this situation. He opts for rasping his tongue behind her ears in what he hopes is a soothing gesture but otherwise he would let Freckleflame and Gentlestorm guide her through the actual kitting itself. He was lost when it came to such things but by the contorted look on his mates face he can’t imagine it was pleasant.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT BEETLEKIT AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — Gentlestorm had been trying to rest but after the birth of Moonwhisper and Lightstrike's brood, he opted to stay away studying what he had learned in the previous kitting so he may assist with the other queens when their time arrived. It seemed that it was Roeflame's turn now when he hears the sound of pawsteps nearing and Honeydapple bumping into his side alerting him of the queen going into labor, he gives a curt nod of his head in gratitude to Honeydapple as he plucks a raspberry leaf from his shelf full of herbs. It isn't long until the giant makes swift strides in the direction of the nursery and slips inside seeing those that were gathered in the den, he tucks the leaf away glancing over to Sparrowkit "Sparrowkit, I have a favor to ask of you. Please collect some of the softest leaves in camp, I'll appreciate it a lot." A warm smile present on his maw as he says this giving the kitten a gentle but encouraging nudge with his nose, "That way, Roeflame's nest will be the softest for her and her kits." He hopes that its enough to get the little bicolored tomkit out so he neednt witness the messiness that was birthing. It was part of the cycle of life but Gentlestorm believes that Sparrowkit could go without seeing such a thing yet until he was a lot older.

His attention turns to Freckleflame briefly giving her a quick nod noting that the molly had brought a stick for Roeflame and he casts Burnstorm a quick glance offering a faint smile then draws closer to the queen but makes sure to give her necessary space so she doesn't feel crowded or overwhelmed. "Alright... Roeflame, relax completely and breathe easy." He murmurs softly to the queen knowing that it won't be the easiest but the tabbied queen is a strong and capable cat, he knows this. This was her battle and she would not be alone...

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿❀❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿❀❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 53 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed/not interested; mated to little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✿ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[sparrowpaw.]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ It was such a relief that the kits weren't really going to kill Roeflame, though he wasn't quiet sure why she'd say such a thing. A sense of disappointment was felt when he was asked to leave the den, but Sparrowkit's ears perked back up at the idea of meeting the new kits. He hadn't really met the other kits his age yet, those that were similarly left behind, so he did feel a bit lonely - some new playmates would be great!

When he received a task from Gentlestorm, Sparrowkit nodded eagerly. "I'll get the best leaves, I promise!" he vowed, giving the medicine cat his best smile, before finally clambering out of the den. He hoped he could find some good leaves in the dark!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── JUST THE TWO OF US ⋅❁⋅ BUILDING CASTLES IN THE SKY ──┐‎

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  SPARROWKIT ✩ he/him, loner kitten, 2 moons.
  ⭃ a long-furred white tom with chocolate markings on his ears, tail, and a heart-shaped mark on his flank.
  ⭃ loner heritage. adopted son of FLAMEWHISKER
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

As warm golden fur clouds her vision for the moment Honeydapple offers the pained queen a small gesture of comfort, Roeflame finally registers who she was.
Honeydapple… Honeydapple is getting Burnstorm…
There’s a sharp exhale, a delayed nod as a coarser voice fills the entirety of the nursery.
“Freckleflame.” Roeflame whispers, her vocals dragged out as another contraction grips itself around her ribs, white-hot pain pricking forsaken moisture along the silver-kissed mollys waterline.
“It hurts, Frecks.” She cannot help but grit out, cannot find a way to cope with the agony that is supposed to be the beauty of life.
Wincing, she reaches for the stick her friend gestured to, clutching it close as though it were a lifeline, ready to shove it in her jaws at any moment.
I’ll help you! I’ll help you! Sparrowkit hollers, rushing to her aid with valiancy.
Sparrow… oh, stars. Sparrowkit! Roeflame meets the child’s earnesty with a wide gaze, trying to offer him a comforting smile but ultimately failing.
Could she keep her composure, in the presence of these kits?
“I… I shouldn’t have said that-“ Roeflame begins, though any rough-spoken ease is cut off as the queen forces herself to look away, trying to process the pain that ripples under her ribs with any ounce of grace.
Burnstorm and Gentlestorm’s presence expels a long exhale of relief, ivory and ebony clouding the edges of peripheral as her mate offers his comfort in the form of grooming her ears, offering a slight ease to the tabby’s shoulders.
Glazed murky hues flicker to Gentlestorm as he tells her to relax, to just breathe easy. Frustration creases at the queens brow bone for a fleeting moment before she forces her face to relax.
Yet, her body feels as though it has used up all of its strength, its energy stolen away, and the kittens have not even been born yet.
“I can’t do this, Burn. I can’t-“ Roeflame wants to run, to leave this heavy, agonizing, pregnant body, and run far into the forest alongside her mate as they used to.
I can’t be here. I can’t be a mother-
Roeflame knows better, there is no choice here.
I have to.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and she gives into Mother Nature, no longer following the instilled instinct to fight against it. Sinking pearled teeth into the stick Freckleflame had offered her, Roeflame begins the upward climb.

The faint sound of her first kittens mewl feels as though it is a breath of fresh air, and a soft whine prys at her slightly-parted maw, the stick loosening in her jaw and revealing the ridges her teeth have left.
A daughter somone tells her, but celadon eyes are busy combing through the beauty in her child’s alabaster fur, the pink of her nose and the miraculously tiny toes at squirm in front of her, for her. There is another ripple, a sign that she was not done yet.
Still, Roeflame knew what to name her eldest instantly, born from the perfection of her newborns pale coat, the delicacy in her existence.
“Dovekit. This one is Dovekit.” She announces, tucking her baby close.

The second is easier, the agony ebbing as Roeflame hisses, desperate to outsource the discomfort.
This one is the night to his sisters a day. A son.
With her nose, she reaches for him, letting a sandpaper tongue work to fluff his slicked fur. The only name she and Burnstorm had agreed on comes to her clouded mind, but as the second born is nestled against the warmth of her stomach, Roeflame cannot explain it- but bestowing the name Littlekit to this one, wouldn’t feel quite right. No.. no, he was “ Beetlekit.” For not only the pitch ebony of his pelt, but after the tom that had shown her true care, support, and unconditional love. For Flycatcher, who had taught her to be strong in the face of her darkness.

As she feels another contraction begin to bloom, involuntary fear clouds over sage optics before they are once again screwed shut under the pressure of labor.
A third and a last kitten is brought into this world. When this one is shown to her, Roeflame lets out a ragged breath. Her youngest looks as though she was born from the earth, a perfect balance to her elder night and day. Sniffling, the queen takes a moment to become enchanted with her kitten for a third time, noting the minuscule flecks of black that nestle sporadically along her pelt, that blooms on one side of her face.
“Littlekit.” Roeflame sighs, leaning back with a heavy breath, laced with an echo of a sob.
“Am I done? I’m done?… I’m done.” Her words feel sticky on the roof of her mouth, letting her head fall into the spongy verdant of her nest, unable to drag her half-lidded gaze away from her kittens.
“They’re perfect. They’re so perfect.” The brassy molly talks to know one in particular, simply feeling as though it needed to be known how perfect her and Burnstorms love was.
Finally, a purr would begin to bubble from the back of the fatigued she-cats throat.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[beetlepaw]

Cold. Of course, the mess of black fur, barely draped in different tones, didn't know that word yet. He hardly knew anything- couldn't even hear his name bestowed upon him as his mother's tongue dragged over his damp fur. Warmth was the third thing he came to know. First was cold, born to the word far cooler then his mother's stomach, the second her rasping tongue, the third warmth for the stomach he was placed against. He cried out, whining for comfort, pawing at the fur and soft flesh of his mother's stomach.

He did not know of the events moments before this day, did not know what awaited him in the future. He knew the feeling of another kit pressed to his other side, family becoming the fourth thing he knew of, the fifth the rumbling under his paws as his mother purred. If he had semblance of bigger thoughts, perhaps Beetlekit would admit the he liked four out of the five things he had come to know in such a short span of time.

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✧ I'LL HANDLE YOU JUST FINE

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  — 2 moons old; ages the ## every month
  — tba orient. ; currently not looking
  — child of BURNSTORM and ROEFLAME
  — thunderclan ; loyal to FAMILY
  — medium to befriend ; trusts family mostly, trusts little otherwise
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Dovepaw]

The quick succession and change of feelings and new touches was something that the newly named Dovekit did not enjoy, if her pale fur could she would have fluffed her whole body out upon the feeling of the cold that welcomed her into the world only to do it once more as the feeling of ground - a word she did not know but would soon become accustomed to - was taken from her for but a moment as she was rushed to her mother's side. Licked clean and made warm once more she couldn't help the loud mewl that came from her, something so synonymous with kits that those who had been near them long enough would recognize it as protest, protest for being surprised as she was touched, for the darkness that surround her that was so similar to where she'd been only moments before and protest for this new feeling within her stomach which only grew as the scent of milk filtered through freshly unclogged nostrils and flipped a switch within her brain.

Food was another word she did not know exactly but it was something that drove her closer to her mother's belly as soon as the warm milk-scent reached her, soon finding comfort and a belly beginning to fill as it was meant to. This time when surprise came to her in the form of siblings surrounding her and the tired purr from Roeflame she did not protest, now content in this new life and love that she would eventually grow to learn as home and family.

PEACE LIKE A RIVER 𓇢𓆸 ALWAYS GOING, NEVER GETTING

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• DOVEKIT - GEN 4; ROEFLAME X BURNSTORM
  -- afab ;; they/them ;; thunderclan kitten
  -- sibling to littlekit && beetlekit
  -- lh chocolate silver lynx point
  -- stubborn && questions everything
  -- speaks in bolded #96b6a6

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[TOADHOP]

✧ . At some point, he knew this moment would come, but it doesn’t stop the fear that floods over his half-asleep form at the pain evident on his sister’s face, at the words she chokes out. The kits are trying to kill her. They aren’t — they can’t, right? Stars, he tries to be reasonable, but this… He can’t imagine what Roeflame’s going through. He can’t lose her either.

He’s not going to lose Roeflame. He can’t. ThunderClan can’t.

She has help, plenty of it crowding the nursery, confines too small for him to be sheltering under throughout the birth. Burnstorm and Gentlestorm and Freckleflame, they’re all more qualified to be in there than he can ever be. The son of a medicine cat exiled, he doesn’t carry an ounce of her knowledge, nor does he have younger siblings to have witnessed the birth of, or…

He sits outside of the nursery, and with tensed shoulders and a swift beating heart, Toadhop waits. And waits. Until the first mewls break into the air, and soon after, a second and a third. And when chaos is the one to die, he knows it’s over, that Roeflame is a mother, Burnstorm is a father. And Toadhop — he is an uncle.

Another moment passes, one of hesitation, before the tom moves, a brown tabby head poking into the nursery with an uncertain gaze.

“ Are — Are they here…? “ he slowly asks, though he knows he doesn’t have to, for he heard their first mews from just outside, for he sees three bundles at her side. Perfect, his sister calls them, a mixture of their mother and father. Toadhop can’t help but agree. ​

✦ ABOUT

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  TOADHOP ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Warrior of ThunderClan.
  ✧ . A brown tabby and white tom with blue eyes.
  ✧ . Cinderfrost x Grime
  ✧ . Mentored by Stonepool
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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