- Jul 26, 2022
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The nursery still had some work to be done on it after the rogues had been chased out. Without proper upkeep, the weakened patches had blown away in the harsh leaf-fall winds, so Butterflytuft had kept herself busy since returning. It's looking better already, with sturdy holly branches weaving in and out to keep out the annoying drafts. She wouldn't allow Howlfire's kits to get cold if she could help it!
She is perched precariously on her hind legs as her forepaws work another tendril into place, her plump belly making things exceedingly difficult as she attempts to balance, when a sharp contraction hits her. She pulls away from the den in surprise and falls back onto all four paws in a crouched position. She is no mouse-brain. She knows what this could mean. But still, she is unsure and scared, and so she tentatively calls out, "Dandelionwish?" Whether it is him who runs to her first or another cat, she looks to them with round, nervous eyes. "I think the kits might be coming." She hadn't been expecting them so soon. She knew it was possible, but she still thought she would have more time! Her nest - is it ready? Fluffy and warm enough for the kits knowing how chilly leaf-fall can get? Pine needles...she needs more pine needles, and the den walls need another layer, and-
She is now breathing very quickly, not because of her labor, but because of her own anxiety. She remains hunched over as another contraction works its way through her, eyes as big as twin suns. Daisyflight...what do I do? How did you do this? The tortoiseshell hadn't been her mother by birth, but she'd been more of a mother than anyone she'd ever known. She wants her here now, so terribly.
// calling for @Dandelionwish but not pafp!
She is perched precariously on her hind legs as her forepaws work another tendril into place, her plump belly making things exceedingly difficult as she attempts to balance, when a sharp contraction hits her. She pulls away from the den in surprise and falls back onto all four paws in a crouched position. She is no mouse-brain. She knows what this could mean. But still, she is unsure and scared, and so she tentatively calls out, "Dandelionwish?" Whether it is him who runs to her first or another cat, she looks to them with round, nervous eyes. "I think the kits might be coming." She hadn't been expecting them so soon. She knew it was possible, but she still thought she would have more time! Her nest - is it ready? Fluffy and warm enough for the kits knowing how chilly leaf-fall can get? Pine needles...she needs more pine needles, and the den walls need another layer, and-
She is now breathing very quickly, not because of her labor, but because of her own anxiety. She remains hunched over as another contraction works its way through her, eyes as big as twin suns. Daisyflight...what do I do? How did you do this? The tortoiseshell hadn't been her mother by birth, but she'd been more of a mother than anyone she'd ever known. She wants her here now, so terribly.
// calling for @Dandelionwish but not pafp!