- Jun 7, 2022
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BORN TO FIND THAT GREAT UNKNOWN ⋆⁺₊⋆
Pain. A yowl cried out from the nursery, ringing through the camp…a cry for help. The moon was high in the sky by now…would Berryheart hear her cry? Wide eyes searched for Little Wolf, suddenly feeling more alone than ever. She knew this day was coming…but she was terrified. Was this much pain normal? So many questions….another pained cry erupted from her jaws. “S-Sunfreckle? Flycatcher!” If they heard her cries, she had no doubt they would be in here soon. She wanted her best friend, and even more so, she wanted her mate.
Maybe she should have told somebody sooner…but it was too late now. With everyone still grieving over their lost leader, and the dogs still on the loose, she had thought that maybe it would be better to wait until morning for them to make their arrival, but they were coming and there was no stopping it now. Tonight they would be welcoming their kits into the clan.
She could hear movement and voices outside the den, but everything hurt too bad to pinpoint who was out there. The blood was roaring in her ears, and her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Another spasm exploded through her body, and she cried out in pain again. Someone pushed a stick towards her, and somehow she managed to clench it with her jaws. Tiny splinters split from the pressure of her teeth digging into it, but the stick managed to keep its form. She felt fur brush her side, and Flycatcher’s scent flooded the den.
Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and she leaned her head against him. She had never felt so weak before. The den around her seemed to be closing around her. She felt like she was going to pass out…this pain…it was unlike anything she could have assumed.
With a push, the first kit arrived. A large, cream tom-kit with white back paws. Tiny mackerel tabby patterns flecked his pelt, and his tail tip appeared to be dipped in snow. She could hardly take a moment to take in his beauty of life, before another jolt of pain tore through her body. This time Flamewhisker let out a whimper instead of a yowl. Her head rose for a moment, then fell limply against Flycatcher’s side. “I can’t…do this..” she cried, before grasping the stick once more.
Next was a small, blue torbie she-kit. Her feet were dipped in white, and she bore the same white face and chest as her mother. Her pelt was riddled with blue and red markings, like a combination of her parents. Flamewhisker heard one of her clanmates make a sound. Fear pulsed through her body, giving her reborn strength. “My kit, what’s wrong wi-” as she craned her head to look at her newborn daughter, a grief filled cry pierced the den. “Why isn’t she moving… Berryheart…fix her….please..” Tears fell down her cheeks and she turned to bury her face in her mate’s chest fur.
She wouldn’t have time to grieve for long. The contractions were coming quickly now…and before she knew it another wet bundle was at her side, a she-kit. Her fur was light blue like her fathers, and she had speckled hues of fire dotted along her pelt. Her toes were dipped in white, and she shared the same fluffy tail as her mother, and the white locket that her father wore. She felt Flycatcher stiffen beside her, and she knew from the lack of words being spoken that their daughter was also stillborn. The queen let out another cry of anguish. Had Starclan cursed her? Why were they taking their daughters? It wasn’t fair…She spotted one of her clanmates trying to move their stillborn kits, and she would let out a ferocious snarl. Even with exhaustion radiating off of her, she bared her teeth at whoever was trying to take the kits away. “Don’t touch them.” the tigress would warn with tear soaked cheeks, before sliding them against her belly to join their sole brother.
Pain began to tug her belly once more, but how was she supposed to go on? She couldn’t live with herself if Starclan claimed another of their children.
Pain. A yowl cried out from the nursery, ringing through the camp…a cry for help. The moon was high in the sky by now…would Berryheart hear her cry? Wide eyes searched for Little Wolf, suddenly feeling more alone than ever. She knew this day was coming…but she was terrified. Was this much pain normal? So many questions….another pained cry erupted from her jaws. “S-Sunfreckle? Flycatcher!” If they heard her cries, she had no doubt they would be in here soon. She wanted her best friend, and even more so, she wanted her mate.
Maybe she should have told somebody sooner…but it was too late now. With everyone still grieving over their lost leader, and the dogs still on the loose, she had thought that maybe it would be better to wait until morning for them to make their arrival, but they were coming and there was no stopping it now. Tonight they would be welcoming their kits into the clan.
She could hear movement and voices outside the den, but everything hurt too bad to pinpoint who was out there. The blood was roaring in her ears, and her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Another spasm exploded through her body, and she cried out in pain again. Someone pushed a stick towards her, and somehow she managed to clench it with her jaws. Tiny splinters split from the pressure of her teeth digging into it, but the stick managed to keep its form. She felt fur brush her side, and Flycatcher’s scent flooded the den.
Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and she leaned her head against him. She had never felt so weak before. The den around her seemed to be closing around her. She felt like she was going to pass out…this pain…it was unlike anything she could have assumed.
With a push, the first kit arrived. A large, cream tom-kit with white back paws. Tiny mackerel tabby patterns flecked his pelt, and his tail tip appeared to be dipped in snow. She could hardly take a moment to take in his beauty of life, before another jolt of pain tore through her body. This time Flamewhisker let out a whimper instead of a yowl. Her head rose for a moment, then fell limply against Flycatcher’s side. “I can’t…do this..” she cried, before grasping the stick once more.
Next was a small, blue torbie she-kit. Her feet were dipped in white, and she bore the same white face and chest as her mother. Her pelt was riddled with blue and red markings, like a combination of her parents. Flamewhisker heard one of her clanmates make a sound. Fear pulsed through her body, giving her reborn strength. “My kit, what’s wrong wi-” as she craned her head to look at her newborn daughter, a grief filled cry pierced the den. “Why isn’t she moving… Berryheart…fix her….please..” Tears fell down her cheeks and she turned to bury her face in her mate’s chest fur.
She wouldn’t have time to grieve for long. The contractions were coming quickly now…and before she knew it another wet bundle was at her side, a she-kit. Her fur was light blue like her fathers, and she had speckled hues of fire dotted along her pelt. Her toes were dipped in white, and she shared the same fluffy tail as her mother, and the white locket that her father wore. She felt Flycatcher stiffen beside her, and she knew from the lack of words being spoken that their daughter was also stillborn. The queen let out another cry of anguish. Had Starclan cursed her? Why were they taking their daughters? It wasn’t fair…She spotted one of her clanmates trying to move their stillborn kits, and she would let out a ferocious snarl. Even with exhaustion radiating off of her, she bared her teeth at whoever was trying to take the kits away. “Don’t touch them.” the tigress would warn with tear soaked cheeks, before sliding them against her belly to join their sole brother.
Pain began to tug her belly once more, but how was she supposed to go on? She couldn’t live with herself if Starclan claimed another of their children.
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