pafp SHINE LIKE MORNING - kitting

[leopardtongue]

Since she had gotten sick the days seemed to be blurring together. At first they were slowly doing so and she was able to tell just how long it had been but for the few days they had been back at camp the fever-stricken queen couldn't properly tell what time it was. Had it been a day, a week, a moon? She didn't know, but the longer she had laid in the nest the more restless she had felt and the more she kept thinking something was wrong. The anxious thoughts ran through her head hour by hour until finally she felt a sharp pain rush through her abdomen and sharp exhale came from Leopardtongue as tears began to well in her eyes. Was this it? Was she finally dying from yellowcough? Delirium swirled within her as she tried to move, only to feel a that same sharp pain once more.

Thoughts of it even being her kits finally coming came and went - no that couldn't be it, they weren't due or they were due weeks ago, she didn't know but this couldn't be it. "Berryheart!" She'd call out to her friend, ears pinning to her head as head lifted and looked for him. She'd not mention her thoughts of her dying, maybe she was fine and she didn't want to scare him, didn't want to make him work harder than he already was. "It hurts, my stomach, what's happening?" She'd been near the nursery before when other queens had given birth, but never at the beginning, never did she have any clue that this is what that was.

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• please wait for @BERRYHEART and @batwing to post before posting!
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• "speaking" // thinking // action
  Leopardtongue - 35 moons - she/her - Queen of ThunderClan
  heterosexual - taken by Batwing
  penned by tikki
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[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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His stomach was rolling. He felt all kinds of nauseous, staring at the mouth of the medicine cat den. He wasn't entirely sure how long he had been home, vision piercing at the medicine den. Batwing had entered the medicine den moments before all of this went down, lungwort clasped in his jaws, and he had been shooed out swiftly after. No need to get him sick, after all. He had been getting a meal, his paws weary and body aching, when Leopardtongue's voice split the air.

He hadn't known where she was, but the way her voice sounded- he was on his paws in an instant, pushing past cats to get to the den. Hair on end, green optics wide, vision staring at what lay in front of him. Leopardtongue, sick as a dog, and her side bloated. Bloated? His mind churned, body tense and thoughts racing like the very things he had been running from just under a week ago- he inhaled sharply.

Yeah, okay. This makes sense. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He pushed the cloud of emotion out of his head, trying to put a lock on the door threatening to break and flood him with them. "Leopard..." He breathed out softly, his tail lowering and ears drooping. Look at the condition of her. His thoughts whispered to him, and he slowly stalked into the den, ignoring the warning in his brain about being inside a sick-place. He ignored every caution, lowering his nose to touch to hers. "Leopard- I'm so sorry." He whispered out.

Images of gray fur flashed in his mind, and he sealed the lock tight, focusing on his... what was she? She wasn't just a friend, no. She was more then a friend, more then a confidant. Was she his mate? No, he hadn't asked her- that was a stupid question. As he lamented over this, surely someone else was on their way in.

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[BERRYHEART]

A shriek like that, wracked with fear and volume, was uncommon in yellowcough patients. They faded slowly, silently, deliriously- at least, from what Berryheart had witnessed. Hearing Spots' cry he was sure the solution lay somewhere other than her illness- and the lungwort was here. It would cure her, and she had nothing to worry about. Nothing, unless-

"You're kitting." It was a direct answer, but delivered with his usual soft monotone, a stony certainty laid within. There was so much to think about, still- so many sick, so many injured, so many dead. For now, though- everything had to be pushed aside for his duty. He would help Spots- would help Wings, too, as he stood at his mate's side.

That they were not-quite mates, something in between, was not on Berryheart's radar. He cared not for the theatrics, not now.

Fear was readable in her tone, even to someone untalented in navigating emotions. Crooked teeth clattered together in thoughtfulness as he began to gather the supplies for Spots' kitting. A stick, important... everything else was for afterwards. "I'm here. So is he," he jerked his head toward Wings, returned from his travels, having had barely a chance to say hello. "You're going to be fine."​

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[leopardtongue]

tw for mention of stillbirth

At first she didn't hear the voice that whispered from the entrance to Berryheart's den but when Batwing spoke a second time her head shifted and she looked over to him, hazy eyes widening in disbelief. "Bat?" Nose touched hers and a broken purr came from her for a moment before she looked to Berryheart and nod her head. Kitting, she was kitting. How long had it been since she'd been in here then if they were fine, if this was happening? She tried to figure out days before another pain shot through her and the "figuring out" of it stopped.

It took a few hours, sickness slowing down the process but eventually Leopardtongue lay with four kittens by her, three boys and a girl. The first two of the four were almost mirror images of Leopardtongue, the little girl and boy matching both each other and their mother in color and pattern. The third boy she noticed looked almost like Batwing in color with slightly darker fur, while the fourth had soft lilac markings covering his body. Tired, she licked the top of their heads, moving them each carefully towards her the best she could, pausing on the lilac kit before she kept licking him, willing him to move at all before ears pinned to her head and tears welled in her eyes.

She looked to Berryheart for help, for anything he could do and only when she realized there was nothing she leaned her head against Batwing as the tears finally fell for their lost kit. "Bloomkit," She whispered as she looked upon the lilac tabby, nose soon resting on the top of his head before she moved her tail over the others, eyes squinting as she looked over the rest of the three. Picking out the little black smoke she motioned towards him with her head before looking to Batwing. "Hazekit, for your father." She only hoped he approved as she leaned against him once more. Two more to name, and all she wanted to do was sleep.

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• "speaking" // thinking // action
  Leopardtongue - 35 moons - she/her - Queen of ThunderClan
  heterosexual - taken by Batwing
  penned by tikki
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[Cougarpaw]

YOU'RE GOING TO HEAR ME ROAR
Cougarkit | 00 months | Cis Female | She/Her | "Speaking" | Thinking | Attack

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A violent and sudden introduction to the world, an explosion of new feelings and senses, Cougarkit came to be. There was only one thing that Cougarkit could do and that was mewl her head off. Warmth, coldness, smells that made her head hurt and smells that sparked an uncomfortable feeling of immediate hunger, all of it a hazy mix of complexity. But sounds weren't clear and she couldn't actually see, it was darkness, so she had to rely on feeling. The feelings of limbs were new, but she would use what little energy she did have- that wasn't be used for mewling, to wiggle and writhe her way to a spot that felt the most warmth. And the best smell. She'd bump and shove in an almost desperate fashion, using the little body like a battering ram to finally to where she wanted. And it was then that she would finally quiet the loud, obnoxious sound that ripped free from her throat. Just getting here, to this cozy spot against Leopardtongue's belly was exhausting enough.
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[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

▵ ———————— ◮ ———————— ▵

He nearly sobbed hearing her say his name. He really almost did. He kept it together though, wore a strong face for her. Things were going to change from here out, huh? And he stood guard, near her- pressed against her when she wanted it, though the worst of it and the easiest. He helped Berry where needed, but soon it was over, and four bodies lay at her side. Four.

No, not four. One was... one didn't make it. He didn't have the heart to think of it as dead, not right now. He was still partially filled with shock from discovering this as soon as he got home, much less the fact that... he cleared his throat, leaning to press his cheek against Leopard's head. "Bloomkit is a good name." He whispered softly towards her. His vision shifted towards the darkest of the bunch, and his insides seized up and chilled over.

Hazekit. The momentary hesitation externally was a full, calculated battle within- Hazecloud existed in his mind briefly, but he bit it back. For Pouring Sand, his father. The words he spoke aloud were a repeat- "For the cloud that rises around Pouring Sand, Hazekit." Batwing agreed softly. He remained still, letting Leopard rest against him- after all, he was more then awake enough. Despite his aching paws and aching body from the journey, he made it, and he had a family to show for it.

His vision shifted towards the other two before them. They needed names, he realized, and Leopardtongue was looking intently at him. He gathered his breath- Stars this was a difficult choice. They hadn't even discussed names- he had to shut that thought down, though. He looked at the little copy of Leopardtongue- mewling and crying out at life. A tiny smile crossed his face, line sun through rain, and he dipped his head to lay it against Leopardtongue's pelt. "She's Cougarkit. Named after you and her coat." He murmured softly.

Vision drifted towards the last. Dappled pelt like Leopardtongue's, but one that was all in the same wholly theirs. Hazekit was his little double- maybe Pouring Sand would have liked that- but Cougarkit and this kit were definitely their mother's kits. A tiny hum left him as he named the last, for what churned in his brain was their clan, and how they survived. "Bravekit. Named after Thunderclan, but our spirits both." Batwing nodded quietly, turning his head towards Leopardtongue's now, pressing a nose in against the hollow behind her ear.

"You did so well. You should rest, okay? I'll find some water and prey soon." Batwing hummed softly to her, warmth and love coating his insides and outsides. Surely something so unusual after a journey like that, but it... wonderful. He didn't want it to go away.

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ The collective warmth surrounding him and his siblings seemed to be enough to stave off the shocked mewls from the sudden rush of scents and sounds within the medicine den. The world outside the safety of Leopardtongue was loud in every sense of the way. Cougarkit especially as her shrill cries were right in his ear, triggering a domino effect for him to do the same.

Pushing and shoving counteracted with his own until he tactfully found himself between the two squirming forms of his littermates, unable to acknowledge the unfortunate loss of Bloomkit. The drive to satisfy instinct was stronger than anything else; food, heat, attention. Such vital requirements to compete for, though his sire and dam were more than happy to give. As he was given his name- Bravekit- a shout cued from his maw before settling into the quiet murmur while kneading against Leopardtongue's belly.

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  BRAVEKIT — HE/HIM ･ 0 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & KIT ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby/blue tabby chimera with deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that tangles easily. Paws that seem too big for his little body. Wide fuzzy satellite ears.

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