I MUMMIFIED(O, birthing + death)MY DREAMS

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    Oh sh*t. The kids were coming. "I'm needing some medical attention over here, please!" The First Tier called out, hopefully her Clanmates were on their way.

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    Seeing that nobody came, Kissingpaw started giving birth. She let out a huff when the first one was born, a female, by the looks of it. She was beautiful, Kissingpaw rasped out a name. "N-Neith." Then another pain shot through her womb and yet another kitten came out, another female with a white, layered with gold pelt. "Psyche." The First Tier named her daughter. Once again, she felt one come out, but a male. He had a tan pelt that had several spots on it. "James, but I hope your father calls you Jim." One more remained. The young kitten was a male. He was the color of a normal Savannah cat. Since he looked so ordinary, Kissingpaw couldn't help but give him a uncommon name that probably wasn't used much. "Rowan." The First Tier suddenly twitched in pain as blood began pooling around her. She knew she was dying, but she was happy that she had children. "T-take care, my darlings." And with that, the female closed her eyes and rested her head down.

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    James let out a rather deep mewl, though it was still high pitched. He rasped again and sniffed around for milk, as he was hungry. The Savannah slowly wriggled towards Kissingpaw's belly and kneaded it, milk barely coming through. Something was off, though....his mother's body warmth was decreasing. Concerned, the tom mewed again in protest.
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    Neith mewled loudly and wiggled up to her mother's soft stomach and tried to nurse, latching on her teat and kneaded it until she found it unable to give milk. She mewled out again for food or something to give her warmth.
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    Boo had heard her call, though it seemed the monochromatic serval was already too late to do anything in the hopes of saving her. Still, his athletic figure galloped toward the scene. Allowing pale grey oculars to settle on the now deceased mother and her four children. This was a tragic sight. What made it worse was the fact that there mother seemed to look reasonably young. Boo could only hope she would be able to return, as he had watched several do in the past. The dead returning was now far from unheard of, though he knew he couldn't depend completely on that somewhat slim chance. Death was still very much terrifying, the final ending of a book that could go in multiple directions. The grand finale, one with endless possibilities. Much like life itself. Still, ending a book too early seemed like the worst possible crime to Boo Harbinger. One only mother nature herself was capable of committing.


    "Hello? Miss?!"


    A voice choked out, a lump having formed within the former leader's throat. Shaking apparent from his skinny figure as he fought to continue standing. Understanding that the children would need to be looked after considering there mother seemed to have now taken her last breath. Still, Boo was unaware of any currently nursing mothers. Something they would soon have to begin looking for. "Oh *, please don't..." Boo was unable to finish his sentence, now staring at the young bundles.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 360px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; color: #000000][size=8]Sleeping in her warm nest was Agatha. The soft rise and fall of her chest signalized calm dreaming. But something shook in her darkness. A bloody form sprouted in her dream realm, screaming, gurgling blood. The queen's navy rimmed eyes snapped open and she looked around worriedly. What had that been? Just a nightmare.. But no. A familiar shout filled her ears and she rose to her paws quickly.


    Dammit! She wished she could run faster than this. For it was too late when she arrived. Skidding to a stop, she brushed dust into the air. Breathing hard, she approached, feeling dread wash over her body. "Oh.. no." She breathed. Her heavy paws led her to the deceased mother, sliding past Boo. "Kissingpaw..?" Nothing. She wasn't breathing, no heart beats. Agatha's hope struggled to hold on but eventually fell. Blinking, she stared down at the new kits. Her eyes were redening with salty tears. But no, she could not cry now.


    Venus wasn't here. Sola either. They didn't have a recent mother to nurse these children. Her navy eyes colliding with copper, swirling into a brown hue. "Kits can drink water.. I can.. I suppose, look after them." Her throat was tight, it struggled to release words. Why was it so hard to speak? So hard to be happy? Agatha knew these children would have to go on without a parent.
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    [size=7pt]agatha darling harbringer | daughter of acantha and bravo | queen of sheep: dreamers | female | 18 months | bloodclan | first tier | snow leopard | navy blue eyes | not dating | heterosexual | mentoring harborpaw | bonded to shootingblanks | formerly dating walter |


    POWERS;
    telepathy | the sight | absorbs spirits (9/9) | shapeshifter | emotion manipulation | sound & molecule manipulation |

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    He could have helped... he really could. HBK hadn't tried helping anyone medically ever since his ShadowClan days, he still had the knowledge but didn't use it on any injured clanmate. There were reasons for his reluctance, none of them good enough to explain it - and now a cat was dead. The third tier was dead silent for ages, guilty look on his face as he stared down at the ground.


    "I'm sorry," HBK finally murmured, frowning as he looked up towards the newborn bundle. Water wouldn't do, they would need milk for a little while, and now that he had iniquity gnawing at the back of his mind, the leopard felt it was his moral duty to help in some way. "Let me help look after them... it's the least I can do for being aloof towards my medical knowledge,". There wasn't much he could do to help dying mothers, but Commonwealth's first love had been killed in childbirth, so it was natural for him to get pretty grim about it.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; color: white;]Evangeline heard distressed mewls of newborns and approached, expecting a joyous scene. Instead she found Kissingpaw had passed on and her newborns had no food or warmth. The thought of death due to birth suddenly weighed heavy on the pregnant warlord. What if the same thing happened to her? Eva didn't want to die. The melanistic leopardess felt her legs begin to tremble as she instinctively leaned against her fiancé for support.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px; font-size: 10.5pt; width: 485px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -.6px]The ebony femme would feel her throat tighten as she made her way towards the scene, the helpless mewing of kits and the concerned whispers for her clan mates drawing her forward. She had expected to see a new mother with a joyous expression painted on her face, her kits cuddled towards the warmth of her belly. However, Megaera's heart would soon drop as she was met with quite the opposite. Kissingpaw, dead. Her children, all alone in the world and crying out for some source of sustenance to fill their empty bellies. "How horrible..." The Darling would murmur bitterly, her vibrant gaze quickly flickering away from the first tier's utterly still body in an attempt to shield her eyes.


    Childbirth. It was suppose to bring new life into the world, not take it away! A burning knot would form at the center of Meg's throat, dark green oculars shifting slightly in an attempt to take a good look at the bundles. "Did... did Kissingpaw ever mention who the father was? M-Maybe they aren't parentless after all. He could possibly want them." [/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; color: white;]"I-I don't recall hearing about a f-father." Eva stammered softly, her concerned and fearful gaze turning to Megaera.


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    Neith mewled out towards the clanmates. Her mother was unable to give her food and warmth and that was what her kit mind currently desired so heavily upon. Some were pregnant and could possibly give milk. She wiggled around but grew tired and heaved herself to a sleeping position.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 420px; margin-top: -20px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; color: white;]Her silver gaze drifted to Neith and the pregnant leopardess couldn't help but feel for the poor dear. Eva wasn't sure if she was producing milk yet at this stage of pregnancy, but she knew she was the warmest out of the group. The least she could do was keep the motherless babies warm.


    Moving gently forward, the melanistic warlord eased herself down and aimed to gently nose the newborns to her slightly swollen belly. There was a small chance her hormone riddled body would be able to provide them with some nourishment if they tried to nurse from her, but it wasn't a guarantee. What was guaranteed was warmth and a beating heart from the leopardess if they all wound up at her side.


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    So much had happened in the past few moments, the quiet thumping of his mothers heart beat had all but halted with her heavy breathing slowed until the cooled silence flooded over her. The savannah cub mewled quietly in remorse as the scent of death filled his pink nostrils, he was too small to realize what had happened or what had caused the trauma, all he cared about was why his mothers source of food had suddenly disappeared. With his failed attempts of suckling he curled up beside his siblings side using there body heat to keep himself warm. But soon his body was lifted, his limbs feeling airy and free as he was moved from one body to another but instead of being cold, this one was warm and inviting. He gave a small mewl of protest as he squirmed to try and find a comfortable position to fall back asleep, his head was pressed up against Evangeline's own swollen belly with the beating of her heart loathing him back into a comfortable slumber.

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