- Oct 11, 2022
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Howlfire knew the time for her kits to arrive was drawing closer and closer. Even before SkyClan had been forced to flee, she had been growing near to that day. She is desperate to hold on, to hope and pray that they can reclaim their home before they born, that her kits would be born in SkyClan. Their home. Their true home.
As the sun begins to set, the first signs that something is happening begin to occur. Howlfire had been increasingly uncomfortable in recent days but in the past hour, she cannot settle. It seems that no matter the position she finds herself in she cannot get comfortable. She twists and turns and readjusts herself numerous times but it is to no avail. It is only then that she is aware of the dull ache in her stomach and back. It doesn’t feel so bad at first, only uncomfortable, but then it progresses and it is suddenly so much worse. Howlfire sucks in a breath of air, trying to bite back the yowl of pain that threatens to burst free, not wanting to disturb the slumbering kits or queens. It’s a valiant effort on her part but when another ripple of pain courses through her she is powerless to stop the wail that follows.
Cats begin to stir in the nursery and Howlfire looks around panicked. “The kits...they’re coming!” She manages to say, voice faltering as another wave of pain hits her. Stars, was it supposed to hurt this bad? Howlfire had always been quietly nervous about having her kits but now that the moment is here she is positively terrified. What if something went wrong? What if her kits did not survive? What if she did not survive? Oh, how she wished to be back home, back in the safety of SkyClan’s nursery. How she wished she could be with family at this time. She wished her mother were here, to offer words of support or comfort. She wished Coyotecrest were here too. Strong, dependable Coyotecrest. He needed to be here for this!
“Coyotecrest…” She stammers, looking around wearily as though half-expecting him to materialise in the den beside her. “I need him! I can’t do this without him!” Howlfire feels more like a whimpering child in that moment as opposed to the mother she is soon to be. She feels alone and afraid, finding little comfort in the faces around her, despite the warmth and support they had shown her since they were all thrust together. “Berryheart…Fireflypaw, are they here?” Howlfire asks, looking around at the faces, almost desperately. If she must give birth in ShadowClan she wants one of her kin by her side, not the small ShadowClan medicine cat she does not know.
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Kits will be born next post!
@STARLINGHEART (@Coyotecrest - for stalking purposes only ;) )
As the sun begins to set, the first signs that something is happening begin to occur. Howlfire had been increasingly uncomfortable in recent days but in the past hour, she cannot settle. It seems that no matter the position she finds herself in she cannot get comfortable. She twists and turns and readjusts herself numerous times but it is to no avail. It is only then that she is aware of the dull ache in her stomach and back. It doesn’t feel so bad at first, only uncomfortable, but then it progresses and it is suddenly so much worse. Howlfire sucks in a breath of air, trying to bite back the yowl of pain that threatens to burst free, not wanting to disturb the slumbering kits or queens. It’s a valiant effort on her part but when another ripple of pain courses through her she is powerless to stop the wail that follows.
Cats begin to stir in the nursery and Howlfire looks around panicked. “The kits...they’re coming!” She manages to say, voice faltering as another wave of pain hits her. Stars, was it supposed to hurt this bad? Howlfire had always been quietly nervous about having her kits but now that the moment is here she is positively terrified. What if something went wrong? What if her kits did not survive? What if she did not survive? Oh, how she wished to be back home, back in the safety of SkyClan’s nursery. How she wished she could be with family at this time. She wished her mother were here, to offer words of support or comfort. She wished Coyotecrest were here too. Strong, dependable Coyotecrest. He needed to be here for this!
“Coyotecrest…” She stammers, looking around wearily as though half-expecting him to materialise in the den beside her. “I need him! I can’t do this without him!” Howlfire feels more like a whimpering child in that moment as opposed to the mother she is soon to be. She feels alone and afraid, finding little comfort in the faces around her, despite the warmth and support they had shown her since they were all thrust together. “Berryheart…Fireflypaw, are they here?” Howlfire asks, looking around at the faces, almost desperately. If she must give birth in ShadowClan she wants one of her kin by her side, not the small ShadowClan medicine cat she does not know.
//
Kits will be born next post!
@STARLINGHEART (@Coyotecrest - for stalking purposes only ;) )