- Jun 7, 2022
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TW: Small small small mentions of blood
Her belly has swollen a considerable size in the last moon, it’s almost difficult to walk but still Little Wolf makes her way out of the nursery to lay just outside of it, letting the sun warm her charcoal colored pelt. With a longing gaze she watches as patrols come and go. Her paws itch to leave, to go, to hunt. But between her pregnancy and her difficulty breathing thanks to the fire, she was forced to stay behind in the camp where she was “safe” what a load of mouse dung that was. So for now she would enjoy the quiet, the soft breeze and the peaceful way the camp emptied when cats went about their business.
The calm is interrupted abruptly when the sun is just beginning it’s decent in the sky. A sharp pain that induces a fear response in the black she cat as she looks up and around, as if the medicine cat could smell it on her. Quietly, ignoring how much it hurt to move, Little Wolf slips out of the camp. She could not- would not- give birth to her kits with Cinderfrost present. She would make her way to Sky Clan, to Dawnglare and Blazestar. Blaze should be there to welcome their kits into the world after all and she trusted the sky clan medicine cat far more than their own.
She sends a silent prayer to Star clan, both cursing them for not letting her have these kits on a night she was in sky clan and begging them to allow her to make it there safely, for everything to be alright.
Her paws guide her across Thunder Clans territory, mercifully she does not run into any patrols but her eyes dart back and forth all the same. They would just send her home, send her back to Cinder. She didn’t want that, she wants her kits to come into the world safe.
Safe. The word pounds in her head over and over again as she fixates on it. Pouring every ounce of concentration in putting one paw in front of the other. The contractions are coming closer and closer together, waves of pain that make it near impossible to walk. She’s in Sky Clans territory now, although just barely. She can’t make it another step. The black queen collapses, panting from the exertion of walking so much while under so much stress.
There’s pain, more than she is expecting and she lets out a loud cry. The air smells of iron. Blood. Oh stars, should there be blood? She wracks her brain, trying to think of the times she had seen her own mother birth her younger siblings. Had there been blood? Certainly a little bit but not this much. Panic begins to make her heart beat faster and faster until it was racing like a hare across the moors. She would not be able to live with herself if her kits died because she had been too stubborn to give birth in camp.
Please Star Clan let them be okay she prays silently.
// kits will be born in the next post! The blood is due to birth complications from stress
Please wait for Blazestar and Dawnglare to post
After that I will make one more post where the kits are born and then anyone is free to post I’ll announce when it’s open!
When it’s open sky clan is also free to post as this takes place on their border.