- Jan 7, 2024
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I'VE LEARNED LOVE IS LIKE A BRICK — The last week or so of her pregnancy had been a blur, to say the least of it. Though the dizziness and nausea that had been taunting her throughout had finally begun to fade, she had instead been gripped with a bone-deep sense of exhaustion that was eager to take their place. It had grown easy for her to spend most of her time in the nursery, drifting in and out of consciousness in an effort to soothe her clearly fatigued form. Often she only woke up long enough to feed herself and her kits, or to hear flashes of the latest bits of news that she was missing. Though clearly she had to be imagining some of it, since she could've sworn she had heard mention of Windclan during the last frantic rush of an apprentice into camp. Swiftfire hadn't been able to dwell on it for long though, barely awake enough to properly take notice of the rotating guard that now existed outside of the nursery.
It was only when pain spiked throughout her entire body that she finally awoke properly, a startled cry ripping free from her throat and drawing the attention of queens and kits alike around her. Her claws scrabbled lightly against the ground as she tried to push herself up, as though getting to her paws might save her from the alternating dull and sharp ache that thrummed throughout her body. The movement only managed to achieve the opposite though, causing her to let out a pained wheeze as she fell back into her nest. "Someone... somebody get Moonpaw. Please. I think they're coming." The brief phrases were all she could manage to grit out through the pain, watching as her clanmates scampered off to fulfill her request. In the back of her mind - a part rendered mute to her thanks to anguish - she thanked Starclan for all of the experience that the medicine cat apprentice already had with kitting.
Though an even tinier part of her couldn't help but wander to Lilybloom, wondering if she might be the next one to succumb to an eternal exhaustion rather than a temporary one.
There was no time for her to dwell, as the world once again faded into a colorful blur of pain and exhaustion, combined with the soothing voices of others and the crunch of a stick that splintered and cracked between her fangs. Each push thrust her further in the direction of just laying her head down and giving up, though the thought of looking down at her beautiful children won out in the end. The thought of one day guiding them to meet their father, someday in the future. That was enough to keep her going until each of them had been brought into Riverclan, three tiny, colorful ovals that caused her heart to clench as she tugged them closer to her by the scruff. Against the warmth of her belly, and away from any threats that could even think of approaching them. "Thank you." Her voice was soft and weighed down with tiredness, and she was unsure whether she was thanking Moonpaw for her help, or her kits for their very existence.
Her soothing grooming first landed upon a thick coat of reds and oranges, a miniature striped tail tucked close against the kit's body with just the barest plume of fur sticking out from the end of it. When he was curled up into such a tight little orb, his bright coat could only remind her of one thing. "Roekit." The name was beautiful to her, even as it croaked out from her with no low amount of effort. Her attention then turned towards his brother, another ruddy bundle that squirmed insistently against her side. Though he bore interesting white speckles on his face, ones that reminded her of the strange markings she had seen on twoleg kits before. As she gazed down at him, her mind traveled back to hidden away conversations between herself and Hush. Ones spoken in low and loving tones, pondering what their children would look like, and what they might name them. Swiftfire could still remember one of his suggestions in her current state, even as her face burned as she thought of how he had said it reminded him of her. "And you will be... Dreamkit." Was she really such a dream, when she was having their kits so far from his side? Truthfully, she wasn't sure.
Still, she couldn't allow herself to rest just yet. Not when there was still one last kit to be named, his cream pelt making him stick out from the middle of his two similar brothers. The realization that she had had a trio of boys caused her to chuckle a bit, touching her nose to his fur and licking down the bits of white that covered him. He and Dreamkit were still so miniature that she hadn't even taken notice of the extra set of ears sticking out from their heads, a unique quirk that their father had evidently passed down to the both of them. "And you're... you're Amberkit." A strong name, and one that suited the golden tones of his pelt. Swiftfire only hoped that Hush would like all of their names, once she finally got the chance to go and see him next... whenever that would be. For now though, she was tired. So fatigued that it was difficult to keep her head up, chin falling down to rest against the edge of her nest as she kept a silent and watchful eye on her little ones. She knew the rest of the clan would likely want to come and meet them, but she hoped a silent introduction was enough.
It was only when pain spiked throughout her entire body that she finally awoke properly, a startled cry ripping free from her throat and drawing the attention of queens and kits alike around her. Her claws scrabbled lightly against the ground as she tried to push herself up, as though getting to her paws might save her from the alternating dull and sharp ache that thrummed throughout her body. The movement only managed to achieve the opposite though, causing her to let out a pained wheeze as she fell back into her nest. "Someone... somebody get Moonpaw. Please. I think they're coming." The brief phrases were all she could manage to grit out through the pain, watching as her clanmates scampered off to fulfill her request. In the back of her mind - a part rendered mute to her thanks to anguish - she thanked Starclan for all of the experience that the medicine cat apprentice already had with kitting.
Though an even tinier part of her couldn't help but wander to Lilybloom, wondering if she might be the next one to succumb to an eternal exhaustion rather than a temporary one.
There was no time for her to dwell, as the world once again faded into a colorful blur of pain and exhaustion, combined with the soothing voices of others and the crunch of a stick that splintered and cracked between her fangs. Each push thrust her further in the direction of just laying her head down and giving up, though the thought of looking down at her beautiful children won out in the end. The thought of one day guiding them to meet their father, someday in the future. That was enough to keep her going until each of them had been brought into Riverclan, three tiny, colorful ovals that caused her heart to clench as she tugged them closer to her by the scruff. Against the warmth of her belly, and away from any threats that could even think of approaching them. "Thank you." Her voice was soft and weighed down with tiredness, and she was unsure whether she was thanking Moonpaw for her help, or her kits for their very existence.
Her soothing grooming first landed upon a thick coat of reds and oranges, a miniature striped tail tucked close against the kit's body with just the barest plume of fur sticking out from the end of it. When he was curled up into such a tight little orb, his bright coat could only remind her of one thing. "Roekit." The name was beautiful to her, even as it croaked out from her with no low amount of effort. Her attention then turned towards his brother, another ruddy bundle that squirmed insistently against her side. Though he bore interesting white speckles on his face, ones that reminded her of the strange markings she had seen on twoleg kits before. As she gazed down at him, her mind traveled back to hidden away conversations between herself and Hush. Ones spoken in low and loving tones, pondering what their children would look like, and what they might name them. Swiftfire could still remember one of his suggestions in her current state, even as her face burned as she thought of how he had said it reminded him of her. "And you will be... Dreamkit." Was she really such a dream, when she was having their kits so far from his side? Truthfully, she wasn't sure.
Still, she couldn't allow herself to rest just yet. Not when there was still one last kit to be named, his cream pelt making him stick out from the middle of his two similar brothers. The realization that she had had a trio of boys caused her to chuckle a bit, touching her nose to his fur and licking down the bits of white that covered him. He and Dreamkit were still so miniature that she hadn't even taken notice of the extra set of ears sticking out from their heads, a unique quirk that their father had evidently passed down to the both of them. "And you're... you're Amberkit." A strong name, and one that suited the golden tones of his pelt. Swiftfire only hoped that Hush would like all of their names, once she finally got the chance to go and see him next... whenever that would be. For now though, she was tired. So fatigued that it was difficult to keep her head up, chin falling down to rest against the edge of her nest as she kept a silent and watchful eye on her little ones. She knew the rest of the clan would likely want to come and meet them, but she hoped a silent introduction was enough.
- // @Dreamkit @Roekit @AMBERKIT and also @Moonpaw for helping with the birth !! no need to wait for any of them
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✧ shorthaired blue and red tabby chimera molly with green eyes
✧ 41 moons old; ages the 1st every month
✧ bisexual; secretly mated to hush
✧ daughter of lilou and germaine
✧ formerly of the ripple colony; loyal to riverclan
✧ easy to befriend; desperate to improve the former colonists' reputation
✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
✧ peaceful powerplay allowed
