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CAN'T MAKE NO PROMISES
Tiny mews could be heard from the white bundle as Berylkit was introduced into the world for the very first time. The second born. He felt abandoned, no longer secured by the warmth of his mother and littermates. Although he felt safe once more as he felt his mothers loving licks.
The tom kit weakly drew himself closer to the scent of milk, his paws kneading his mothers stomach before suckling. Once again comforted by the scent and warmth of her, along with the rest of his littermates following up shortly after.
Berylkit he heard his mother say. He felt some type of odd attachment to it... Only partially knowing that was the name he would go by for the next six moons. The name he would go by when introduced to his adoptive clan. The name he'd go by when he'd long to find out who his family was. The name he'd go by when he was shattered by his heritage. What really ran in his blood.
But all of that was future Beryl's problems, and his only job now was to simply live.
Almost pathetically the mew from Opalkit's maw was weak and quiet. No, no, not sickly or anything like that, simply small, as if he couldn't push forth the energy to make a true sound.
Oh, a name, his name. Perhaps one not suited, but, alas, never would he really understand. Gems and Jewels were an oddity to a newborn.
Nuzzled in close to both mother and twin - snuggly pressed together as they knead and drank - Opalkit's slight squirming at least indicated strength. The rumbles of Amberkit beside him had made him attempt to copy the motion, rumbling gently with awkward first purrs.
A rest would soon be in order, no kit could stay awake with mothers milk so soothing, nor with sibling so close and warm.
DIAMONDKIT –FEMALE- HETERO -2 MOONS- WINDCLAN
The small kit squeaked as she was the first newborn to be licked by the warmth of her mother. She then was left alone, her mother paying attention to the other kits. But the kit stayed silent, because she didn't want to beg. When mother declared her name as the last, she suddenly heard a burst inside her ears. Diamondkit. Yes, she would have it hard in life. When the kitten wanted milk, she got to the smallest one in the corner. Maybe these were her littermates, but could she trust them? The paranoid she-cat didn't let out even a pure and stayed awake, sniffing around.
//oof sorry this is so late, i had school then work lol
The bright ginger molly did cry out like the others at first, almost like she didn't know how to, didn't trust it. But surely, a small mew came out of her as she bumbled around the rest of her siblings, enough to uncover the horrible mistake - that she was only born with 3 legs, cursed to never run or jump, barely being able to move over to the warm belly fur of her mother and get some life-giving milk. But still, the newly christianed Emberkit did not cry, but just let more small mews.