- Jun 7, 2022
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Sandra ✧ She/Her ✧ Marsh Group. ░░░░░░░░░░░░░
To say she was uncomfortable would be an understatement. Belly rounded and swaying side to side, Sandra was over her whole pregnancy and ready for the kits to come already. She missed being able to sleep comfortably, groom her own body and sides, and not eat like she was starving to death. The rather skinny she-cat had grown quite a bit since she found out she was pregnant and it felt like she was only getting bigger with time. Though her wish would come sooner than expected as one morning, the sun had barely rose in the sky, she felt a sharp pang roll through her side. This has happened before but they had been phantom pains and had been going on since two days ago; but this was different. It was hot, running through her entire flank and making her shoot her head up. What was that? Sandra gave a confused look before laying her head back down in hopes for a few more moments of sleep.
Though it happened again- the same pain just fifteen minutes later and she gave a small whimper in her sleep. Shifting uncomfortably onto her other side and looked down at her belly. Eye going wide as she physically watched her side contract and roll with another shot of pain followed shortly after. Panic surged through her and made her breath catch in her throat, it was time. Sandra moved to get up in her panicked state and pushed a paw against the sleeping form beside her; Twilight.
"Twi-Twi I think-," Sandra gave a small cry that she tried to stiffle and collapsed forward as her legs shook under the force. No, Briarstar just had her kittens! Could it be time for her already? Sandra was terrified and wasn't sure what to do or what to think- so she looked to the one cat she trusted most; Twilight. It was a long and hard process, Sandra felt like she was going to pass out multiple times, but the soft cries that echoed through the den made it all worth it. Even if the little mews of Briarstars' own children muffled them, she new they where okay. They where breathing and alive.
A little tomcat that reminded her so much of Flint, the exact same blue-grey fur that was short and soft with a little white muzzle and feet. He looks just like him She thought fondly and nosed the little tomcat softly, "He shall be Granitekit, for Flints' legacy and blue fur," Beside the little grey tomcat laid another kit, one of cinnamon color with splashes of white like melting snow on sand. She reminded Sandra also of Flint with her white patches, but she was a dusty color rather than grey, "I will name her Siltkit, for her dusty brown pelt and after Flint," A soft lap at the little she-kits fur from Sandra and she looked at the other two kittens that now laid at her belly.
Another cinnamon kitten settled beside their siblings, quiet with a half white face and white mittens, and Sandra gave a fond smile before looking to Twilight, "I would like to name her after you- Twilightkit- for the strongest she-cat I know," Twilight had been there through Ashes death, Flints infidelity and now this; the bird of her children. Lastly there was a little kit that barely made a sound, very little in size and had crust across their nose. They where a brown tabby kitten with a whole white leg and that was it that marked their pelt aside from darker stripes. "They will be Sparkkit, in hopes they will be a spark among the clan," Sandra decided and curled tightly around those little bundles of fur. Oh Flint, I wish you could see them now.
