camp my hallelujah in the middle of the night ❀ new arrivals

[lilacfur]

"Right now? Right now?"

The sun had hardly risen above the split horizon, milky light hidden behind thick clouds, trapping it's warmth. Lilacfur blinked away the sleep from her eye as she nudged her paws against Mirestar's shoulder to wake them. If their proxy's mate had come to report, that would mean Starlingheart was already aware, thankfully.

"We'll be there right away, thank you. Thank you..." She dipped her head in gratitude and turned to her mate once again with an eager smile. Her stomach turned in nervous excitement, wrapping her tail around their's while they walked out of the den. "Are you nervous too? I hope she's okay- that they're all okay, of course." Carrying the burden of their children when neither of them could was not a light favor to ask.

The pair walk in time towards the nursery, waiting beside their surrogate's mate with equal anticipation. She had faith in her sister's skills, of course, and knew this was not Marblepaw's first kitting. The waiting, however, crushed her with every passing minute.

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"Everything is okay?" The moment her amber eye met with emerald she sought for clearance. They're safe, thank the stars! With careful, gentle steps she followed into the nursery. A gasp fell from her maw to see the small squirming forms of their kittens, and she mindfully lowered her head in grace to the queen. "Wow... Wow! Mirestar, look at them...! They're so little."

A pale-furred kit stood out from the rest. It's swirling ribbons of lilac stripes overcast by alabaster shades. The next, nearly a perfect image to Mirestar's likeness, coincidentally. She wondered if the she-kit would share the same eye color as well. And the final, third kit resembling the purity of leaf-fall, ironic that it is fleeting so quickly into leafbare.

"Hello little one's... can they hear me?" Their ears sit closed just as their eyes, yet still they expertly find the source of warmth and food beside them.

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• @MIRESTAR @MARBLEPAW @Sycamorepaw!
  
  

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• LILACFUR ✩ she/her, 22 moons, mother to marblepaw and sycamorepaw
  ⭃ lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn left ear, missing her left eye and most fur from a multitude of claw-marked scars
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by this loser ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[chirpkit]

It stirs, caught between the pull of sleep and the muffled sounds hovering around it. The world is soft and close, only a wash of sensations—the press of fur, the beat of a heart, the scent of something familiar and comforting. It doesn't have words for these things, nor names for the faint glow beyond its shut eyes or the warm rumble vibrating through the nest. A slight current of air flows over it. Its tiny, uncoordinated paws press against the nest in reflex, seeking out warmth, finding it without fail. The cool air touches the tip of its nose, prickling in contrast to the heat of the queen's fur. Instinctively, it burrows closer, feeling the soft brush of other small forms pressed against it. It knows them only as shapes and warmth, things that are familiar even in its new, wordless world.

The voices return, low and gentle, a rhythmic rise and fall just outside its reach of understanding. They soothe it, murmuring with tones that slip through its closed ears like the lapping of water against the shore, calming and steady. The kitten wriggles, uncertain, as something brushes its tiny back. It knows nothing of the pride and wonder in the gazes watching over it. But, even so, a gentle tug inside it responds. With a small, uncertain motion, its tail twitches, curling instinctively. It has no sense of sight, nor comprehension of the excitement bubbling around it, but in the safety of the nest, with warmth surrounding it on all sides, a flicker of comfort settles into its small heart.​

 

[Heartkit]

She is a bundle of fur by her littermates' sides, wiggling in her search for comfort and warmth that had been so suddenly taken from her. The she-kit squirms and yells in protest, undoubtedly hitting her siblings in her kittish rage, but her anger quickly subsides as a frosted breeze sweeps over the den and causes her to shiver.

She is blind and deaf to the world, darkness and warmth were all that she had ever known until the moment the gale passed by. Muffled voices do little to calm her down, to stop her crying, until someone begins fervently licking her until she is comfortable again. The newborn finally settles, tail gently curling around her small body.​

 

[unnamed kit]

( ༄ ) dark, warm, quiet, the kitten sinks into her home with no knowledge of what may come and what is destined. minuscule paws knead at the soft lining of her abode, pink maw half open in delight. she is comfortable here, safe, secure. when the earthquake comes, she is not prepared. her home contracts, the beings around her wriggling and slithering towards a brightness. the kitten feels a wail boiling in her chest, the desperate need to stay in the warmth, stay in the darkness.

with a sudden push, the kitten is thrown into chill, into brightness, into noise and havoc. her mouth opens wide, a squeal of protest as she clambers about the nest, tiny body pushing between her two siblings at a chance to seek warmth once more. more squeaks escape her tiny maw, and she shoves herself into her surrogate's fur, calming only when she finds a latch and begins to suckle greedily. tiny ears flick back and forth as purrs begin to rumble from the tiny girl's chest. there are voices above her, low and rumbling. the kitten halts in her greedy food finding to raise her head, blindly seeking out the source. lilacfur will see the image of an autumnal hued girl, head tipped back as if she is looking directly at her. the kitten opens her mouth again, a harsh "mew!" echoing about the den. with this, she returns to her meal.

HOW THE GENTLE WIND ༄ BECKONS THROUGH THE LEAVES

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• TBDKIT ⊱✿⊰ SHE / HER, SHADOWCLAN. LILACFUR x MIRESTAR. 00 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  
  a longhaired chocolate torbie/red tabby chimera with low white and yellow eyes. long, silky fur dapples in colors reminiscent of the autumn, ginger leaves, golden wheat, dark earth combining to create a vision of a cat. they have short limbs and a thick, plush pelt, and their eyes are the piercing yellow of the moon on an autumnal night.

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[promisekit]

The nursery had all but been evacuated when the queen announced her labor - not a sight for kitten eyes, he and his siblings had been told. He didn't mind, really, much preferring pestering his family outside of the nursery than waiting around for his new playmates to be born. Promisekit didn't pay mind to how much time had passed, only that eventually, he had seen his auntie Lilacfur and Mirestar approaching the nursery - and took this as a sign that he was allowed back, too.

Good thing, he thinks, trailing behind the couple. He was getting tired.

Instinctively he trots towards his nest, mismatched eyes paying little attention to the new lives that inhabit the nursery. His paws knead at the moss of his bedding for a few moments before, again, he notices Lilacfur's interest in them. Curiosity glimmers in sleepy eyes and the tom decides, through some sort of childish discernment, that this was Lilacfur's family. He knows not the queen or her mate but if the lead warrior and leader like them... then he should too, right?

Just as quickly as he found the nursery, he leaves it again. The tom disappears to some corner of camp, digging his webbed paws into the earth and eventually returning with an oddity; a frog, no doubt, frozen by the earth it had been hidden beneath. But the frog... has two heads. It's clear that Promisekit had been hiding the special prey for an even more special event, but the tom decides that this is good enough.

"Lilacfur~!" he cheers, tone rivaling that of the crying kittens. The muddied and weird frog dangles by its feet, teeth glimmering in the tendrils of light they're afforded. "For you - and them! If they want it," he looks sideways at the nameless kits, eyes narrowing slightly. "Frogs'll make 'em grow faster. They're really small..." Promisekit criticizes the newborns, unaware that he had been so small at some point.
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[MIRESTAR]

Mirestar's dreams pale in comparison to what the day has in store for them — and when they feel Lilacfur prod them awake, even that precious little vanishes like morning dew, fleeting and entirely unimportant. "Mrrm..." they grunt subconsciously, attempting to burrow deeper into the cocoon of warmth they share with their mate. It is the excited urgency in her voice that ultimately tells Mirestar this is serious, but not the kind that makes them freeze in terror. There are no injured warriors... only one pressing matter: the expansion of their family.

"Now?" Comes the still-sleepy question even as they tip-toe around their nest and follows after Lilacfur. The bite of the cold does not get to them now; it is but an arbitrary obstacle that accompanies the pair on their way to the nursery's entrance.

There is nothing to do but wait, and Mirestar wonders if that sort of agony can rival that of birth. "Nervous... scared, excited- I don't know which one!" Shaky purrs weave into Lilacfur's pelt as Mirestar's cheek brushes against the gray of it. A ShadowClan queen is running headfirst into battle with the help of Starlingheart and Marblepaw; responsible for new blood in Briarstar's lineage; sacrifice of personal comfort in order to make this desire a reality. How selfless.

And all they can do is wait...



Mirestar nearly echos Lilacfur's inquiry as they enter, barely managing to cut themself off to give her the chance to speak. Light-hearted does not even begin to describe the state Mirestar is in; even if they had not dared to peek inside amidst the yowls due to respecting the queen's privacy, the effects of said yowls have reached Mirestar nevertheless.

"Oh...!"

It is a moment like nothing else. Mirestar approaches the bundle of three kittens — theirs and Lilacfur's. Parenthood... parenthood awaits them, with all its joys and tragedies, and- can anyone blame the so-called mighty ShadowClan leader for losing the battle against tears? They build up and begin their cascade down their face; Mirestar does not bother to try and hide them or get rid of them.

Appreciative blinks speak instead of their voice. Mirestar will have to thank the queen in a more fitting manner soon, but for now... "Really little ones..." Lilacfur wastes no time getting close, and in a way, Mirestar follows suit; except their movements are languid, almost tentative, like they are afraid breathing too hard would break the kittens. Almost instantly, a desire to protect washes over them. The feeling reminds them of their leadership ceremony, with each specific life giving them a rush of adrenaline. Some had been harder to bear than others... but this one only serves to bring them immense joy.

"Names," they say amongst a series of sniffles. Later tonight, they would glue themself to Lilacfur's side and not let her go. Right now, there is something important to get out of the way: the newest members of ShadowClan need their names. "They're so precious... they will need fitting ones."

There is one that talks already. Not the pale one, nor the dappled-faded one; rather the one with the busiest of markings, reminding Mirestar of the forest floor during leaf-fall. The amusement at the notion does not leave them even as one of Ashenfall and Flintwish's litter talks. Hopefully all the kittens would get along; lots of friends... lots of chances to make good memories. "Thank you, Promisekit. That is very kind of you."

It takes every ounce of control for Mirestar to keep themself together. Blue eyes land on the kit who seems to resemble them the most. "Worth every single beat of my heart..." they murmur before meeting Lilacfur's equally-sentimental gaze. "Heartkit. Do you like it?"

Naming @no-name-kit !

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[lilacfur]

Her eye rose to meet Mirestar's pair of seaglass. Names, names- she would get to pick them this time! She settled beside Mirestar more comfortably, leaning shoulder to shoulder as Promisekit arrived with a worthy prized gift. A frog, double-headed and perhaps in another's mind ominous to present towards a healthy litter- but Lilacfur could only smile. Even if it was a little gross, she knew it was not often a kit parted with something so special.

"They'll be eating plenty of frogs when their teeth come in. For now it will just be milk and lots of sleep." Sycamorepaw and Marblepaw had come into ShadowClan as they rounded the age to have solid food, but Siltcloud had struggled with either supply for them. It would be different for these three, thankfully.

"Fitting one's... okay, what do you think?" She watched as they settled on the chocolate mottled kit first. A small affirmation, and then- Heartkit. "Oh, that's precious!" Lilacfur purred loudly in her approval and took in a deep inhale as they prompted her for the next. The oddest one of the bunch, wayward kit fluff in swirls of pale violets, she would name.

"Hmm..." It's stark difference from the rest of it's siblings reminded her of the only other littermate she shared rosetted streaks with. A resemblance to a father she never knew, Chittertongue- would he have found joy in being their uncle, too?

"Chirpkit... I think Chitter would've liked it." Her smile faltered to something more distant, recalling blurring memories as she pressed her nose against the kittens ear. Now it was time for the next... Their mewl-y one.

"Hmm... What about Loudkit for this one?" Maybe Pipitclaw would have a friend equally as chatty as himself.

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• LILACFUR ✩ she/her, 22 moons, mother to marblepaw and sycamorepaw
  ⭃ lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn left ear, missing her left eye and most fur from a multitude of claw-marked scars
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by this loser ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[MIRESTAR]

Lilacfur likes it, and Mirestar finds it turns them even happier... if such a feat is even possible at this point. After so much heartache, it is an alarming feeling to have so much joy in one's heart; they worry it might burst wide open.

But it does not, and Lilacfur moves on. Mirestar decides to wipe at a wayward tear anyway — if one of the glistening tears were to drop onto those still-sensitive bodies that only yearn for more warmth, Mirestar would not forgive themself for giving them an example of what cold could be like. Perhaps it is dramatic, but it is founded in a very simple fact; they only want to shelter these kits, never harm them.

"Chirpkit is cute!" they declare, remembering the father Lilacfur had talked about, but only in the vaguest of terms. Just like Mirestar, she does not enjoy the privileges of having a present father. It leaves the trio without any uncles to speak of from her side... but the somberness of that is quickly evaded by knowing there are other family members to fill that gaping hole instead.

Despite only ever wishing to agree with Lilacfur no matter what comes out of her mouth, Mirestar cannot stop a light frown at her next idea. "Loudkit? No, that sounds a bit mean..." They take a close look at their pelt; it is easy to get lost amongst all the different shades of orange. "What about Morelkit?"

Talking about @unnamed kit ! Name is not decided yet though... >:3

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