STOP FUCKING CRYING BITCH, WAH WAH WAH | crying

[CUCKOOKIT]

Hunger kindled within the young kitten as a basal growl from the very underdepths of his gut, as if the refection that he sought did not lie just beyond maw's reach, never assuaging him with the silken-soft lullaby of sweet and milky sustenance. To them, this was the greatest grievance that they could ever experience. There was little else to compare it to, after all. Cuckookit sniffed around even as their unhoned nose caught upon only downy fluff and unwelcoming earth, and they shook as though winter winds had worn them into a haggard effigy of what once was, with uncomfortability pinching into every aspect of their limited world. It dug at their stomach, jabbed at his sides, and made their young stomach churn in expectation. Help me! I don't know what to do! Came the semblance of a thought, never even formed by conscious words, instead remaining as nebulous as the underlying hum of instinct. "Mrrrow! Mow! Maww! Waah! Waah! Waaaaaah!" Cuckookit cried out without consolation, like hearty and high-pitched songbirds' symphony, with the sheer magnitude only allayed by the fact that they were only an infant creature. They kept crying out for someone to save them as they lie at the end of the pile of their littermates, too far from the teats and too weak to climb over their siblings for a chance to assuage their ever-growing pain.

( No need to wait for those tagged to reply!
Parents: @Owlheart , @ODDGLEAM , @CROWSIGHT
Siblings: @morningkit , @BRIGHTKIT , @PEARLKIT , @RAVENKIT )​

 

[Anwir]

The newly joined queen stretches', her fang glinting in the dim light. A kitten... She is both aware and awoken by the call of the helpless whelp but she is devoid of the usual ire the sound breeds in cats. So used to having her side swarmed with children the molly's body works relexify, pulling at her nest and bringing it close to her belly before grunting. Not mine...?
She grunts as she lifts her head, shaking it a few times before sleep is truly gone from her eyes.
" Hello, " She coos, finding the culprit quickly. A small kit, just born, screaming for milk. This is not a new sight for her. The fact that it's not her kit gives her pause though. Even though her own belly is full of little ones, she has no milk and she does not know this kit or the kit's mother. It would be rude! She frowns, glancing at the sleeping figure the babe shares a nest with. Should I wake her?
No matter the age of the kits, sleep is the most precious commodity one can have. Her impulse is to nudge the kitten close to where it needs to be, but in doing that she risks waking the mother I'd kill who ever messed with my children, especially if they were this young. But there was also the issue of waking her up. Not only would it be rude, but it could come across as shaming the mother for not doing better by the kit.
She ways the options in her mind, frowning and trying her best to soothe the little kit as she does.
" Here we go little one, " She whispers, landing on a decision. She moves slowly, keeping her body close to the ground in a crude mirror of what she saw warriors doing earlier. Moss softens most of the noise she makes, and she is careful to only let her whiskers ghost over the mother's body. Please don't think this weird, I simply want to sleep.
Using just her muzzle, she attempts to gently nudge the crying kit as close to it's mother as she dares. She tries to move the tiny body close to the nearest spot on the mother's belly.

♛ Hello my old heart

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  ANWIR ✦ AFAB. She/ Her. Rogue. Former showcat.
  ✧ . Long haired brown molly with low white and amber eyes.
  ✧ . NPC x NPC; Mother to Sorrelsong, Duskpool, Shadowfire, Smokefang, and Outlaw:
  ✧ . Mentored by NONE ;
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Keeekeeey ‣ @Milksoda on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack

 

[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft's ears flick at the sound of Cuckookit's cries, even in her sleep. The soft, desperate mews tug at every maternal instinct before she's fully awake, and when she opens her eyes, it's with a rush of natural concern. She rises slowly, stretching her legs and shaking off the haze of sleep, and blinks as she notices Anwir by the tiny kit.

"You’re doing such a good job," She notes softly to Anwir as she steps closer, her eyes lingering on Cuckookit. The little one is wriggling, hungry and confused, and her heart aches to see them so distressed. But she appreciates the new queen's delicate care! I suppose that makes sense. She may be new to SkyClan but she isn’t new to motherhood! The tortoiseshell looks down at the sleeping form of their fellow queen fondly, gaze warm.

"Oddgleam must be exhausted," She murmurs to her newest denmate. "Poor thing...it happens to all of us when they’re this young.” As she watches the kit be nudged gently back to his belly, she feels a sense of relief and lets out a soft sigh. "There we go, little one. You'll be alright," She whispers, her gaze shifting to Anwir with a grateful nod. "Thank you for helping them. Hopefully they’ll settle now." She cracks a small smile, for every queen knows they never do settle when you most want them to.
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