pafp NEVERENDING // guessing

[cottonsprig]

[ pls wait for @RATTLEHEART ! mentor tag for cuteness @WOLFSONG ]

"Okay, okay, give me some patience with this," Cottonpaw is nearly shaking with excitement. She's helped with kittings before - and even has delivered a litter of kittens on her own (although Ebonylight would've sooner shredded her to ribbons before she could help them with much.) But she's not had the chance to guess how many kittens a queen would be having. Her conversation with Rattleheart prior was brief before he mused his curiosity, and it didn't take long before she dragged her mentor over to observe and help out, should he need to.

"I'm gonna feel about here-ish," she holds a paw gently to the black-and-white cat's midsection, "And I'll be applying pressure, but it shouldn't hurt. Let me know if I push too hard, okay?" Cottonpaw doubts she will, but the offer is still out there. "Are you ready?" Once she has the other's consent, Cottonpaw focuses on the squirming bodies in Rattleheart's womb. She counts once, twice, at some point even mumbling, "Hmmm, maybe..." After a few long moments she looks between the queen and her mentor.

"I want to say three - but they're so wiggly. I think I counted one twice," she pouts, though its clear her excitement for the lesson hasn't waned.
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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — It would be a lie for Rattleheart to say that she hadn't been wondering about how many kits she would end up having. A huge lie, actually, considering how much the lead warrior found her thoughts dwelling on how many little ones she would be welcoming into the world. How many little paws would end up shoving at her stomach before long, tussling with each other in their relentless pursuit of nourishment. It had seemed natural to curiously question Cottonpaw over whether she could guess, figuring the medicine cat apprentice would be delighted to try - and it seemed she had been right.

A soft chuckle left her as she nodded along with Cottonpaw's words, her voice a soft purr as she settled her chin atop her own paws. "Ready." There wasn't a hint of worry in Rattleheart's tone, though she had to admit she was further comforted by the presence of Wolfsong nearby. The tunneler knew he would step in if he needed to, though she couldn't actually imagine Cottonpaw pressing down too hard on her petite form. She just stayed still as the apprentice felt along her midsection, only opening her pale green eyes again once Cottonpaw spoke back up. Her words prompted another bark of laughter from Rattleheart, a grin curling on her muzzle. "Yeah, they don't enjoy staying in one place for long. Trust me, they hate it most when I'm trying to sleep." There was a tinge of exhaustion to her voice, though she seemed far from annoyed with her children for being so eager to explore the world soon.

She twisted around so she could press her own nose to her abdomen, curious if she could feel the tiny bodies in the same way that Cottonpaw had. "Three of them, huh? Three new little ones... what do you suppose they'll look like?" Rattleheart's question was directed towards both Cottonpaw and Wolfsong, though her gaze was focused on the rest of camp - scanning around for any sign of Venomstrike. Her mate would want to know how many little ones they were having, wouldn't he?

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

• // looking for @VENOMSTRIKE !!

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 51 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[Bluepool]

She has never made her dislike for kits a secret, or well she has never tried to hide it at least. This is not to say that she is cruel to them or anything of that sort but rather she just doesn't understand them, doesn't know how to speak to them or interact with them. She had never gotten that trait. Perhaps it was because her own mother died when she had been born, she had no model to base a good parent off of other than what her father had showed her and he himself had never coddled her or her littermates.

Rattleheart is her mate's sister though, and these kits will technically be her new kin. She's been an aunt before, that is nothing new to her. But what was left of them? She watches as Cottonpaw feels along the lead warriors belly, waits quietly for the verdict to leave her lips. Three she says, but she doesn't sound entirely certain. How queens stand it she has no idea, all that moving and kicking coming from inside the thought freaks her out but to say so, she feels, would be insensitive so she opts to speak on something else. "Between yourself and Venomstrike, perhaps they'll be average sized" she teases light-heartedly. It was not possible for herself and her own mate to have kits, but if they did they would be cursed to be tunnelers she's certain. " I'm sure they'll be perfect either way though" she concludes, coming to stand next to her niece, her cropped tail waving in the air.

( ➸ ) test my worth in blood

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  BLUEPOOL WINDCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO SOOTSTAR & MINTSHADE
  

  A small framed moor runner with a blue toned pelt and black stripes. Her tail is cropped and her eyes are golden in color. On her chest, she sports a large 'X' shaped scar.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + isn’t above using dirty tricks in order to win
  

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[REDHEART]

Redheart always had a soft spot for kittens and queens alike. Knowing Rattleheart was due any day now put the young warrior on edge, green eyes often peering from afar and mouth full of prey to offer at a moment's notice. Today it seemed the bicolor Lead was being inspected by Cottonpaw. Curious to know what the fuss was all about, he padded in behind Bluepool, his ruddy frame opting to stand off to the side as he listened.

Almond shaped eyes widened in surprise. Whoa, three of them? A grin split across his cream muzzle at the newfound knowledge. Seeing an opportunity to goof around was far too tempting. "I think they'll be huge and strong like their big brother!" His smile grew cheeky as the warrior batted long eyelashes, relishing in the absurdity of his comment given their lack of blood relation.

Yet, he didn't care about that fact and was glad to know his family was safe. Not to mention far too impatient to meet his siblings. Plopping onto haunches, his feathery body visibly relaxed. Wolfsong, Cottonpaw, and Bluepool were cats he could get along with swimmingly. In all the catastrophic events of the last few moons, he was thankful for this momentary peace.​

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  ❥ redkit, redpaw, redheart
  ❥ maine coon/somali mix, lh red ticked tabby
  ❥ amab, cis male, he/him, 11 moons
  ❥ ex-kittypet, moor runner of windclan, mentor to TBD
  ❥ pansexual/romantic, single, crushing on rivewhisper
  ❥ G1, adopted by venomstrike + rattleheart
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, powerplay
  ❥ peaceful and healing powerplay accepted
  ❥ penned by tasmagoric, tags, heartchart, art
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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── In truth, he does not wish to be here. He does not wish to be among the kit-bearing, to be among such fathomless potential when his son's was brutalized so young. By all appearances, he is watching his apprentice work, honing her skill in estimating the kitten-count, but he does not see her, and he barely sees Rattleheart. It is not jealousy but bitterness that sends his mind's eye scouring memories. Will Rattleheart see every child to warriorhood? Will each of them outlive her? Will she know such loss as Wolfsong does? Her sister, perhaps— but there is not remorse he has found in Scorchstreak's demeanor, and it was, in the end, a decision she made.

He inhales deeply. He had not noticed either Bluepool or Redheart's arrivals; they have, in his mind, simply appeared, and he is slow to answer Rattleheart. Fortunately, it seems the tunneler's attention is divided as well, perhaps searching for her mate. That he does envy. "Small," he says finally, with a humor he does not feel. "Wet. Wriggling and blind and entirely dependent on you."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[VENOMSTRIKE]

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND I'LL KISS YOU — Venomstrike doesn't find himself too far or at least, he tries not to stray from Rattleheart when he comes back from hunting or patrolling especially after the fire... He doesn't want to lose sight of her. The chimera approaches when his gaze meets with the bright eyes of his mate and his tail lifting in a happy manner, it only takes a few strides of long legs to close the distance between himself and the bicolored lead warrior. Venomstrike leans forward to press his nose against her own only to let out a few loud purrs that slipped out from his throat and listens to what everyone says about the kittens being big or small, he doesn't care how many they'll have or how big they might be.

Wolfsong makes a comment about how they'd be small, wet, and blind as well as completely dependent on his mate. "I'll help you out as much as I can." The moor runner murmurs knowing that he wanted to be there for his mate and their kits from the day of their birth to warriors... He hopes for it at the very least not forgetting what had happened to Bearflight, his gentle honeyed gaze briefly glancing in the direction of Wolfsong then focuses onto the bicolored lead warrior once more.

TOMORROW ILL MISS YOU ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ REMEMBER ILL ALWAYS BE TRUE

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  * formerly mentored redheart
  * wifeguy jumpscare
  * reference will go here soon
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  ⁀➷ a shorthaired lilac/black tabby chimera with buttercup hued eyes
  ⁀➷ windclan moor runner, venomstrike usually comes off as timid or slow but he's quite friendly and more than happy to add onto a conversation. as of late, he's been rather tense and has very little tolerance, he may snap and apologize later.
  ⁀➷ 50 moons old; ages the 18th every month
  ⁀➷ homosexual homoromantic; mated to rattleheart
  ⁀➷ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ⁀➷ peaceful powerplay allowed

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