private I SEE ANGELS AROUND YOU [✨] birth

[SOOTSTAR]

Sootstar had placed Badgermoon in charge and departed camp to deliver her kits out in the moors. She knew some would question this decision, find it dangerous and maybe even irresponsible, but to hell with them! They’d never know what was best for the kits she’s grown inside her belly the past two moons better than their own mother. When they were born into the world the healthiest and strongest kits StarClan’s ever laid eyes on they would think twice before questioning her maternal instincts.

With her mate in tow, she leads him to the nest she created out on the territory. It was not laid inside a den but sat in between the slope of two hills. The ground lowered significantly at the bottom where the slopes met, it provided shelter from the cold winds. Here her children would be able to be born underneath the open sky, with no crowd but StarClan and their father. It was all Sootstar needed, she had birthed her first litter alone with no medicine cat, no sire at her side, she knows she will be just fine.

As the sun settles and birdsong dies down she goes into labor, at first it was tolerable, it was far from pleasant but the queen was confident no birth in the entire world has ever occurred where a feline was not put through discomfort. Around the time the moon hit its peak, no kits had been birthed and she was refraining from yowling in pain so not to attract predators. She had brought no stick, no types of pain relief, so she bites at her very own paws. Skin is broken, the taste of her own blood fills ferments her mouth, but she hardly perceives this through the pain of kitting.

The moon begins its descent, Sootstar births her first kit. This was not her own firstborn, but it would be Weaselclaw’s by blood… what a relief it was to have a loving, present mate this time around. Her mate whether he knows by paternal instinct or by her own instruction, licks the dark ball of fur clean. Whether the child is strong enough to

make it to her belly and latch on its own or with assistance, Sootstar forgets the pain and purrs when she lays eyes upon it. The child wore fur of the night and just barely Sootstar makes out stripes of the darkest black. Gorgeous, she is perfect, strong, healthy, everything the second-time mother admires. ”A she-kit.” Sootstar purrs to her mate, but she does not take emerald eyes off her child, gaze burning with love. ”I name her @MOORKIT , for her beauty and strength befitting of the home she was birthed into.” Sootstar has more kits to come, she should save her energy for them rather than naming this she-kit… But sometimes, names came right to a parent. Sootstar laid eyes on Moorkit and knew the exact name to bestow upon her.

Sootstar is relieved that another child is born quickly after, perhaps her labors were finally paying off. When she lays sights on the child she notes his tabby fur

immediately, definitely a child of its father. The queen works on licking this kit, pushing its fur backwards to regulate its breathing and give it warmth. Drawing her head away so that it may squirm and move on its own she smiles, another healthy kit… A Tom. His fur reminds her of a snake she once saw, it’s scales an earthy hue blending perfectly into the earth. ”I name him @Adderkit , for his striking pelt. The pattern will serve him well in this environment, no fox, nor hawk will be able to make out his frame hiding within the tall grass.” Again, naming the child came naturally, she could think of not a better name for the child.

Then the third! StarClan bless, this was moving along much faster now… thank the heavens. Rest would come soon and she’d be at peace with all of her newborn kittens. This one appears to be a mixture of both herself and Weaselclaw, she notices her blue, she notices Weasel’s brown. It causes a smile to fold on her face as she licks him, just as

she had done with Adderkit. Yes, him, another Tom-kit, another brother for them all. He moves to nestle at her stomach and to nurse, she contemplates a name but her thoughts are cut short, her stomach shrieks and pain rips through her. The leader hisses and coils a tad in retaliation to the pain, but this refuses to subside for quite some time. The child goes nameless for many hours, and she does not birth another kitten for quite some time.

Sootstar knows she has more. Mothers intuition! She had known from nearly the start of this pregnancy that five kits she was to have, she could not be wrong… especially with the pain that persisted. Her body was still trying to deliver. More blood has been lost than average during a birth, but Sootstar for now doesn’t see it as cause to panic… She

has heard of births sometimes taking a long time, she was experiencing one of them. As the sun peaks out from the earth she wonders for how much longer she can keep her strength, she is tired and even through pain her eyes droop. It is not until morning’s pink fades from the sky that at last another child arrives. She is small, blue in color, a gorgeous she-kit! Sootstar feels immense pride, this child was near a spitting image of her and most clearly inherited her beauty! She allows Weaselclaw to clean her as Sootstar is tired, reserving every bit of energy she has, but loving eyes stay blanketed over her second daughter. What a blessing she was! ”I name her @BLUEKIT ,” Sootstar’s voice is weaker now, but the warmth and love is very much there. ”For her pelt and the beauty she carries… blue like the sky, she enamors us all.”

With Bluekit, the last and final kit arrives by sunhigh. Sootstar is thanking StarClan, by now she’s been kitting for well over half a day, to be frank she had expected to have

moved back to camp by now… Fear that Badgermoon could not keep her clan under control creeps in, but she trusts the deputy. When she arrives all worries fade from her mind, another blue she-kit who carried a striking resemblance to their mother. Hearty purrs vibrate in her throat, how wonderful she is! Sootstar licks her clean before nuzzling her over to her belly, then looks at Weaselclaw who was still at her side. She smiles, ”I want you to name her and your son.” These were her kits too, and she entrusted him to name them both spectacular and befitting names.

// @WEASELCLAW @cottonkit @TBN ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/07

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 34 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windpaw & Sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to Smokepaw & Coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[WEASELCLAW]

Weaselclaw will follow Sootstar to the end of the world, and he feels as though that's exactly what he's doing as he pads after her into the unknown. Her kitting has started, Badgermoon has control of the camp, and Sootstar has chosen to her her children away from the prying eyes of their Clanmates. She has a nest pre-made, sheltered between two slopes to shield the new kits and the kitting queen from any predators looking for an easy kill.

Weaselclaw would die himself before he'd let that happen, and he's on high alert as Sootstar begins to bring their kits into the world.

The sun is low, the sky dark with a sinking red center, when her labor begins. Weaselclaw's anxiety begins to rise -- he had not been the sire of her older kits, and he had not sat with her during the birth itself. Her pain is obvious, though she bears it with grit and dignity. Weaselclaw is tense, but confident things would be over soon.

They were not.

That sunken crimson sun is soon replaced with a high moon, nearly full, luminous and ripe as a greenleaf fruit. Sootstar's agony is stretching into the night, long dark hours filled with the tread of an anxious father-to-be's pawsteps. Weaselclaw cannot bear to see his mate in pain. To see his leader suffer. He exhales fiercely, breath pluming before him, wishing he could suffer at least a fraction of the pain for her.

He knows, though, that even if he could, she would not allow it. This was a pain a mother knows alone, and Weaselclaw respects it, keeps at a safe but cautious distance as Sootstar shreds the earth with her flexing claws.

The horizon begins to pinken by the time Sootstar brings their first child into the world. A daughter, her pelt dark as coal, ebony striping her tiny round body. Little bits of white peek through the darkness. Weaselclaw's eyes begin to glimmer, pride constricting his throat. Quickly, at Sootstar's direction, the lead warrior bends to clean his firstborn daughter's dark tabby fur. "I name her Moorkit, for her beauty and strength befitting of the home she was birthed into." Weaselclaw gives her a rusty purr of approval.

StarClan is merciful this day; after Moorkit is cleaned and directed to Sootstar's belly to nurse, two kits are born one after the other in swift succession. Two tomkits, one looking so like Weaselclaw he nearly gasps, the other a strange but wonderful patchwork combination of both his parents. His firstborn son, Sootstar calls him Adderkit, and Weaselclaw's grin is immediate. A warrior's name, a threat to weaklings and traitors, a boon to his Clan.

The other kit she does not immediately name, though Weaselclaw begins to clean his fur rapidly. Strong, healthy, and the tabby cannot help but feel his heart skip at the way this child carries his mother and his father's coloring. He does not say so, but he ponders this kit's name -- he wants something strong, something that will signify his ferocity, like Adderkit's.

Before he can verbalize a suggestion, Sootstar's abdomen wrenches, and her hiss is like their son's namesake, a viper preparing to strike. Weaselclaw tenses as the kits are nudged to nurse on their mother, preparing for another kit...

...But it's hours before another comes. This one is blue, bluer even than her mother, and even slicked wet with birth, it's clear she has Sootstar's downy coat. Weaselclaw can tell she's pleased at the birth of a look-a-like daughter, and he has to admit he is, too. Sootstar calls her Bluekit, for her pelt and for the brilliant skies of their home.

The last child does not arrive until the sun has reached its zenith above them. Weaselclaw is exhausted, and he knows Sootstar is triply so, having endured the birth of four kits, but finally, their final baby is born. A she-kit, a look-a-like with a dark, smokier pelt, precious curled and brought to life by her parent's tongues.

When Weaselclaw goes to bathe her, the fur fluffs up around his mouth like... "Cottonkit," he murmurs, hoarsely, speaking into his tiniest daughter's coat. "It's exactly what she feels like. She'll be a beauty like her mother and sisters." He purrs, rasping his tongue again over the kit's fur.

And Sootstar tells him, "I want you to name your son." His blue gaze trails thoughtfully back to the third-born kit, the one with the blended pelt. It reminds him of the gleam of sun and shadow off a bird's wing, but not a carrion bird or a prey bird. There's something fierce about this kit, though Weaselclaw is certainly projecting as the tiny being nurses and mews just like the rest of his littermates.

"Harrierkit," he murmurs, reaching down to touch his muzzle to Sootstar's. "Like his brother, he'll be a cat feared in all the forest for his strength and loyalty to StarClan. Tales will be told of all our children... but Harrierkit will soar high, I know he will." He's never felt so proud -- or exhausted -- in his life.

And then there's the trip back to camp they all must make. Weaselclaw looks dubiously at their five children, wondering how they'll possibly manage such a feat.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[cottonsprig]

She knows not the passage of time. She knows not the effort that exerts from her mother as she births her siblings, nor the exhaustion and desperation her father bares simply watching the show. All she knows - all she can know - is that the winter chill is unwelcome. Being born hours after the first does not limit her cries of separation. Instincts pull through and her fur tries to ruffle despite its initial slick nature. A warm breath falls over her - words that mean nothing, but a voice that sounds vaguely familiar (maybe she's heard it before, whilst in the womb. The thought is not one she can entertain for long.) Cottonkit - he names her delicately, quietly, as if his own tones could muffle her cries. For a moment, she does, another rasp of her father's tongue cleaning her fur and warming her up just a little more.

It's not long before she's beside her littermates, white paws effortlessly working the round of her mother's belly. And it won't be much longer, still, until the lot of them are home, released unto WindClan like a plague of their own. But until then, the prideful family simply basks in the glow of one another.​

 

[MOORBLOSSOM]

Her existence thus far has been an uncomplicated one. Though she cannot see in here, and the accommodations can best be described as cramped, the girl is warm and cosy. All of the nourishment she would ever need is tube-fed to her, so there's never a need to worry.

Hence, her immense displeasure when the walls around her start to close in.

She is squeezed, pushed, and thrown from her comfortable place. It goes without saying that the girl has zero comprehension on what is happening to her, but the very moment she is hit with a blast of frigid air, one thing becomes immediately clear: there's no turning back.

Every aspect of her life up until now is irrelevant. No longer does she marinate in a mysterious environment. Instead, her puny form wriggles around on this weird entity called the 'ground'. This isn't what she signed up for! Put her back! Now! She cannot speak, so she stages her protest through high-pitched wails.

A something starts to comb over her body, putting an end to her mini revolt. It is coarse, yet it is also warm and wet, just like her previous home. She doesn't know what it is, but she knows it is right. There lies a bond between her and whoever is doing this; she just doesn't understand it yet.

After a while, the grooming ceases. Moorkit cries once again, this time demanding the attention that she no longer had. ​

 

[BLUEFROST]

She's unaware of the toll her entrance into the world has taken on her mother's body. When she unwillingly goes to greet the great moorland her siblings and she are named after, she gives a tiny "Whrrrr," of disapproval. Her body is stripped of warmth, and her sisters protest with squeals she can't yet identify.

A familiar presence, voices she's heard in the womb, bring her solace. She does not understand it now, but the WindClan leader dubs her, "Bluekit," and a lurking figure above her leans to tug and lap at her fur with a raspy tongue. The touch is unfamiliar, and she gives another, "Mree," but it's quiet in comparison to Cottonkit and Moorkit. After a moment, the stroke of her father's tongue against her pelt is comforting, rhythmic, and she is soothed long enough to find her way to her mother's flank, to nestle into milk and softness and love.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

The chill of wintery brume is the first thing to embrace his tabby striped figure, the feeling of frost seeping into newborn bones. An explosive sound of protest bursts forth from his maw, limbs and tiny claw outstretched as if tear the world asunder for pulling him away from his warm safe haven. Brows scrunch angrily above sealed eyes, muzzle wrinkling until a gentle tongue rasps against his cold form. The boy's fury subsides, melting against the licks that become more consistent. Slowly he turns, gaining the strength to crawl up against his mother's side as gentle words are whispered, meaning falling upon deaf ears. The large tabby settles between his siblings, content for now as the surrounding warmth flows across him. ​

between the sinners and the saints​

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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

It’s as if he was born into this world angry. With a healthy pair of lungs he cries, and he cries… the lick of his mother’s tongue not enough to subdue him. He is not pleased until he is able to wiggle to his mother’s stomach, he feels the presence of his elder brother and sister already nursing. The boy erupts one more meow before he latches, quickly becoming milk drunk. Hours would pass, he’s drank much milk and caught many winks of sleep before he feels his final two sisters by him. It is at last when he is reunited with them all his persistent cries and meowing settle down.

His father names him, Harrierkit.
For better or for worse, the offspring of Weaselclaw and Sootstar have arrived. They have big paws to fill, and for now Harrierkit is content in drinking milk and napping, one day he will be eager to fulfill his destiny. A son of two cats who were among the greatest feared in the forest.​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🪶 02-16

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 2 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan kit . believes in starclan

╰ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, but typically displays mercy

╰ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to TBD
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[SOOTSTAR]

Cottonkit and Harrierkit, a thunderous purr of approval sounds from her throat. Both fitting, beautiful, and strong. After Weaselclaw nuzzles her she'd lower her head into her mossy nest, watching the furballs mew and nurse with tired adoring eyes. "Yes..." She hums, "The forest will know these kits names. Prized and cherished by WindClan, feared by the rest." They would walk the path of champions, they would rule the world, and Sootstar and Weaselclaw would do everything they could to set them up for perfection.

Sootstar's breathing slows and her lids grow heavy, "Lay with me... for awhile." she tells her mate, forgetting about all the worlds dangers. Forgetting about the taxing journey that will be bringing the children home. All the second-time mother cared about was the fact her children had arrived, strong and healthy, her labors were done. Another victory at her paws. She drifts away into the realm of sleep with a acute smile on her face, the lightest snores leaving her maw. ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/07

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 34 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windpaw & Sootpaw
╰ ‣ mentor to Smokepaw & Coyotepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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