- May 31, 2023
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to be reborn , you have to die first .
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/ semi-difficult childbirth and minor descriptions of death later on !
Earlier today, Spiderlily could have sworn he heard his mate mumble, but even he couldn’t tell what it was, lost in sickness. He must have imagined it, half delirious and barely able to keep his eyes open. He missed his mate’s calming presence, trapped within his own mind as yellowcough ran its course, unable to do much, but wait until death came knocking on his door—if at all.
He would have welcomed it with open arms, but now … now he was pregnant with kits he hadn’t been sure he wanted, but he had made Whitelion promise, in his half-delirious state to take care of them if he perished. He needed the reassurance, stubborn as a mule, Spiderlily wouldn’t have let go of his mate’s forearm until he promised.
He needed to know his kits would survive, even without their mother’s prickly embrace, terrified he’d destroy yet another family when the first sign broke him out of his muddled haze, fever running high. He grunted, legs shifting beneath him to rest on his side, teeth-gritting. He needed—Spiderlily groaned. “T, They’re coming.” He rasped, voice raw from misuse as another contraction rippled through his frame.
It never was easy, was it? He should have been used to the mind-numbing pain from his first litter, but no. The ghostly tom surely wished he had his collection of skulls to soothe his troubled soul, or even the ray of light that was his mate would have helped.
/ babies will be officially born in the next post ^^ feel free to go nab whitelion, if you'd like ! he's still in the med-den w/ yellowcough rip
Earlier today, Spiderlily could have sworn he heard his mate mumble, but even he couldn’t tell what it was, lost in sickness. He must have imagined it, half delirious and barely able to keep his eyes open. He missed his mate’s calming presence, trapped within his own mind as yellowcough ran its course, unable to do much, but wait until death came knocking on his door—if at all.
He would have welcomed it with open arms, but now … now he was pregnant with kits he hadn’t been sure he wanted, but he had made Whitelion promise, in his half-delirious state to take care of them if he perished. He needed the reassurance, stubborn as a mule, Spiderlily wouldn’t have let go of his mate’s forearm until he promised.
He needed to know his kits would survive, even without their mother’s prickly embrace, terrified he’d destroy yet another family when the first sign broke him out of his muddled haze, fever running high. He grunted, legs shifting beneath him to rest on his side, teeth-gritting. He needed—Spiderlily groaned. “T, They’re coming.” He rasped, voice raw from misuse as another contraction rippled through his frame.
It never was easy, was it? He should have been used to the mind-numbing pain from his first litter, but no. The ghostly tom surely wished he had his collection of skulls to soothe his troubled soul, or even the ray of light that was his mate would have helped.
/ babies will be officially born in the next post ^^ feel free to go nab whitelion, if you'd like ! he's still in the med-den w/ yellowcough rip
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