BUT IM ONLY HUMAN [giving birth, open to all!]

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    The pain she felt could have easily matched that which she had felt upon the day she had gotten hit by a twoleg monster, excruciating and radiating over every ounce of her body. Was it supposed to hurt this much? One of the NPC queens suggested it was likely due to the large size of her litter, and her own small body size. She was not built for bearing so many kits, as she knew well by now.


    However, after a long night of alternating between screeching and howling in pain and biting down on sticks until they splintered, she was eventually left with seven beautiful kits, small and fragile in this new world she hoped they would come to love. Many were small, or were breathing weakly. But her pregnancy and labor had been hard, so she was not surprised.


    However, worry clouded over her eyes as she moved to push the first born to her belly, immediately finding herself overwhelmed with fear. The tiny kitten, an exact copy of her own small self, lay still as could be, her pelt no longer rippling with life. Her eyes clouded with grief as she gave one last attempt to lick the kit awake, but soon she felt her prescious daughters fur grow cold.


    She wanted to curl up alongside her little girl, to die with her and see her in starclan. But she could not, she had six others to care for now. Feeling that it was wrong not to name the child, whom just hadn't had the lungs to stay in this world of the living. "Softkit... May starclan take good care of you... " she would whisper, eyes filled with tears as she gently nudged the body away.


    She hoped that no others would die, but their fates were still uncertain. Pulling them all up to her belly, she would blink down at them fondly, studying them as she thought of names.


    The first kitten she set her eyes on was easily named, a small tom with black and white fur just like Badgerclaws had been. He was breathing slightly stronger than some of the others. "Badgerkit... Because you look just like him..." Her soft honey gaze would move on, landing on the small she at placed beside him.


    Her breathing was also strong, and Softlight felt herself being sure that at least these two would survive to see the light of day. The still slightly damp fur of the brown tabby kitten caught her attention, and immediately a name came to mind. It was not one she had ever truly been fond of, but was still one she had decent memories of nonetheless. "And you will be SparrowKit, little one..."


    The rest of the kittens were all rather weak compared to the other two, but she found it improper not to name them. Even if they did pass on, at least in starclan they would have identities of their own.


    The fourth child was the sickest of all and she knew immidiately something was wrong with the child. The tiny dilute calico looked malnutrished, fragile against her larger siblings even in their weak states. "You, my delicate flower... Will be Daisykit, " she would say with a faint hint of pride. After all, she was proud such a sickly child had held onto this world so long, when most would have moved on by now.


    Next in the row of children at her side was a small golden tabby like herself, though her markings were much darker and she had a few splatters of white on her fur. Noticing this white caused her to think of her own birth mother, and with a soft sigh she would name this child too. "Sweetkit... I hope you make my mother proud..."


    Emotions would swirl around in her as she brought her gaze to the next kitten, surprise causing her to look twice. This kitten was average sized, but practically drawled most of the others mewling beside her. The she at had a pelt of downy white fur, and immidiately things of leaf bear came to mind. Her honey colored gaze lit with human, she would name the not so small child easily. "you will be Hollykit, for your snowy pelt."


    Her gaze would drift down to land upon the final kit, a loving smile on her muzzle. She would keep her vow, and as she looked down at the small black and white tom she gave her final kit a promising name. "And you, my son, will be Raggedkit... Try to Love up to your potential for me... "


    Giving a contented sigh, she would curl up around her children, wearily watching as faint dawn light woke up whatever clanmates had been able to sleep through her nighttime racket. Today would be a good day.

    Badgerkit was a tiny ball of fluff compared to his siblings, and something about him was off. He literally screamed feminine. Maybe it was his delicate build and soft fluffy fur . That had to be it. The tiny tuxedo tom would give out a giant meal as he was spoken to and nudged towards the warmth of his mothers belly, his tiny eyes and ears still glued shut, and his oddly long tail wiggling and thumping around uncontrollably as he sought his way towards Softlights belly, calming down as he began to suckle.

    In his first few seconds into the world, and Raggedkit was already a mess. Nobody had bothered to smooth out his black and white pelt yet, so it was spiky and unkempt. All he knew was his mother, and that he was hungry. His steps were very scattered, but of course, this can be accredited to his age. Tiny paws searched the ground, and his nose searched for the scent of his mother. Once she was finally found, Raggedkit was filled with warmth. He snuggled up beside his mother and began to nourish himself.

    Typical to large litters, there would always be a "runt". Though cats typically associate "runt" with the smallest in the litter, that wasn't always the case. "Runt" was just the one kitten in the bunch that got the short end of the lucky stick. It was quite clear that Daisykit was in line for that special title.
    Though she wasn't the smallest, the dilute calico was certainly the weakest. Born into the world with trembling, skinny kegs and exposed ribs, she looked as if she were trapped in a never-thawing blizzard and not a warm den covered in her fellow sibling fluff. Unlike the others, Daisykit also didn't come into the world mewling or screeching for milk. No, her first use of language was wasted as she coughed lightly - the only sign her seemingly malnourished form was still breathing as she was pushed aside from the dinner table by her squirming, fighting siblings.
    Yes, Daisykit was clear to be on the Reaper's list...


    So one would think.


    Nose twitching like a rabbit's, the shivering kitten coughed in response to another face-smack by a sibling's hind foot. She was hungry. She could smell the milk nearby and oh boy did this runt want it. Wiggling her limbs, which were too weak and tired to lift her, the kitten couldn't seem to find a way to travel, until she kicked off with on leg and rolled onto her back. Wiggling like a stuck turtle, Daisykit mewled before coughing again. You could practically see the wheels turning in the child's head as the deaf and blind child struggled to figure out how to get to her prize.
    Kicking off again with a hind foot, Daisykit was suddenly on her stomach - and also on top of a sibling. She knew this because they were bucking and squirming like a worm on steroids - not that her tiny brain knew what either of those where yet. Still, her experiences were becoming knowledge, and before she could be pushed off, she kicked off again and again and again, until she was right where she wanted to be.
    Now it was her turn to push away the competition as she aimed for her meal ticket, latching on with whth her tooth-less gums as tight as she could before suckling happily.
    Seems the Reaper would have to move on to his next Victim.
    Daisykit was here to stay.


    from the moment softlight's birthing had started, twoface was awaiting his chance to go in and see the young. he refrained, however, staying away from the den and out of the way. he and soft weren't very close so the tom recognized that it wasn't his place to be there for one of the most important moment of the queen's life. first chance he got though, two was eagerly awaiting outside the den. even now, he could recall when she had announced it. the sand cat had been nothing but nerves and stress, but now, as he slipped in, he saw the tender love in her eyes.


    with perked ears and a friendly grin, the leader neared her. his head was tilted downward so his eyes could focus on the mewling babes as they took in their first hours of life. some took on the appearance of their mother, others looked nothing like her in the physical realm. an unmoving one caught his gaze but twoface made sure to pay no attention. focusing on her loss would make it worse. the ones still around deserved the attention.


    "how're you feeling?" the ragdoll mewed in question. his lumbering form eased into a slouched sit, optics looking to the new mother when the question was asked.


    // will delete if needed. didn't know if i should wait or not,,,aaa


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    A soft squeal came from the lithe kitten. It was... cold. Something different. Even through closed eyes, there was gentle brightness. The small feline scrambled around, wailing for warmth. Her unkempt fur was messily tousled, gently plastered against her body. She looked quite like her mother. Quite, but not enough. She heard noises, earning another squeal from the kitten. Sweetkit. She didn't understand, but she didn't need to. Right now, she was cold. She yearned for warmth. After scrambling for quite sometime, she was gently guided towards warmth. She pressed her paws gently on Softlight's stomach, suckling on her mother's milk. She didn't know what she was doing, but it was almost by instinct that she did so. She felt weak pushes and shoves from her siblings, but she pushed back with tiny paws. Sweetkit. The child was where she needed to be.

    [font=georgia][size=10][color=#DAF7A6]the first thing holly noticed as she came into the world had been a sensation of coldness, quickly remedied as she moved slowly towards her mother. the kit's body, even at this stage of her life, seemed like it was too big for her: her path filled with clumsy movement and slightly dragged out mewls until she made it to the centre of the pile of her siblings. this brought comfort to the alabaster femme, as if she felt like that was where she belonged. it was a strange emotion for a newborn to grasp the concept of but somehow it seemed right. family and warmth surrounding her....perfect.


    although all she wanted to do was stay right there it was like instinct was driving her towards a sweet, distinguishable scent that rose above the strange ones surrounding them. food. the newly named feline wiggled the last few inches towards the source of the welcoming smell and started to suck on it almost greedily. being born was tiring work after all.

    Softlight let out a faint purr as someone approached, her honey hued gaze filled with warmth as she looked up. A bit surprised to see twoface was the first of her clanmates to congratulate her, her ears twitched slightly in nervous embarrassment. "Thank you..." she would murmur, her tail flicking slowly behind her, a sure sign that despite the lost kitten, she was happy with the outcome of his litter, despite the unfortunate circumstances of the conception.


    //it's fine. There was no real need to wait before posting, so no worries!

    The first thing she began to feel was the frantic kicking of her older sibling as he made his way out of the womb, and suddenly, the womb was a bit colder, but it was more spacious. It felt strange, because for her whole life, she had been squashed between her siblings, her only sense being feeling. But she had liked it; it made her feel safe and secure. Now she felt scared. She knew it was now her time to make it into the big, wide world. In one smooth motion, the kitten was out, and hit the cold ground. Shocked, she mewed pitifully, blindly reaching out a tiny brown paw. It was so cold, so, so cold. The tempting scent of sweet milk hit the roof of her tiny mouth, and her instincts pointed her in the direction of her mother's teat. Newly-named Sparrowkit made her way over, pulling herself by her paws. And then, she latched on, immediately feeling calm and safe as milk flowed through her mouth, soothing her throat. No other thoughts entered her head as she suckled contently. One could easily tell she was a brave, spunky kitten as she jostled between her siblings, fighting for the most room. This little one did not give up easily.

    Mistheart had only just given birth to her own litter, and she was filled with more hatred than ever. Anger at herself, anger at others. That moment of calm she had experienced thanks to Silkpaw's advice was gone, and Mistheart knew she had screwed up big time. "Congratulations," she murmured. What else was there to be said? "You seem happier than I was." The 'queen' added hesitantly.