left on earth : 'fighting'

[Redpaw ࿐໋]

At the stomach of the Robinheart, the three bundles weaned and suckled (except for the occasional crying from Rivuletkit). A stray limb lays on his head until something smacks him on the forehead, causing a grunt to leave his lips. What the heck! Redkit thinks as he hears a 'pap' of one of his siblings smacking the other, just as he'd been smacked. His folded ears and blinded view causes a mew of protest to come out, his tail being stuck underneath a stray leg of one of the other two of his siblings. It doesn't take long until the kitten gently kicks either Rivuletkit or Algaekit (he couldn't see and didn't mean it). It was just cramped and uncomfortable, and it didn't help that he was so large for his age.

He seems comfortable as he finally escapes the tangle of limbs, nuzzling into the queen's stomach and drifting off to sleep once more. A stray leg of his pats in his sleep as his legs attempt to sprawl all over his siblings with the rest of his body in his sleep. They'd be suffocating underneath Redkit, but he just seemed to love his siblings so much, he couldn't keep his paws off them even in his sleep. If anyone was to look at the few day old kittens, they would all be peacefully asleep with the occasional slap and kick from each other to one another. How beautiful.
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[ALGAEPAW]

Dreamless sleep cradled Algaekit's closed eyes, the lull of the outside world almost somniferous in nature, as though it were a great lullaby sung by a humming nature. He lie at the impossibly large stomach of his mother Robinheart, mouth continually suckling as if it were the only thing he knew. Life had been nothing, so far, but nothing was more of a comfort than anything. Something had the gall to interrupt her from the solace of silence, and he let out a high-pitched 'yeep' as it kicked at his side, gentleness enough to rouse her into rumbles of tumult. She retailated by pawing in the direction of the strike, landing on the cotton fluff that surrounded and caressed the curled-ear kitten. Maybe it would hit the bigger-bodied Redkit, or maybe it would fall on another body entirely. She cared naught. ​

 

[Shimmerkit.]

Shimmerkit was not old enough to remember the arrival of some of the younger members of the nursery. So, when Robinheart's kits are brought into this world, it is the first time she gets to see kits so small and be of an age to process what she was looking at.

With Lavendersong busy, she tentatively approaches but keeps her distance a little not wanting to be cuffed by the new queen or any of the others for that matter. She watches with curious blue eyes as they squirm, sprawling out, and pawing at each other despite not being able to see or hear. "Why are they doing that?" Shimmerkit asks to whichever cat is nearest. Her face scrunched up slightly. "Kits are weird..."​

 

[hazecloud]

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"They're figuring out how their legs work." Hazecloud offered kindly to Shimmerkits question. Redkit may end up having a strong kick to keep himself afloat as a swimmer, his littermates showing the same promise as she pushed back. Twinklekit and Eveningkit would team up to crush Horizonkit beneath them at that age, so often that now she doesn't hold much surprise with the way they continue to tease and poke at him.

"They've only been here for a few days, so they have to figure out how all their little muscles move now." It wouldn't be for very long, however. It felt like in no time at all their eyes and ears open and their racing across camp with energy unlike any other.

✿ ———— I'll be your regular mama ✿ ————— And I'll put that gun away

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  Hazecloud
  —⊰⋅ Queen of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH blue smoke with green eyes.
  

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[robinheart]

She watches, slow vacant blinks at the sleeping kits, as the world is much too alive to handle. They kicks and nudge and bap at each other, muscles twitching with newness and a need to move. Every once and awhile the tortoiseshell queen moves one kit away from another - only when it seems their breathing may be hindered or limbs uncontrollably crushed.

But that’s all she can manage for now.

Robinheart hears others speak. She knows multiple eyes are settled on newborns who squeak and flail and snore. She doesn’t outright react though, merely offering Shimmerkit and Hazecloud a weary glance. Maybe once she is out of the thick of her grief she will be better… but for now this is all she can manage.​

[ penned by kerms ]​