circle of life [ birthing thread ]

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    flameseeker | 14 moons | senior warrior | thunderclan | tags 11/17

    A flash of alarm shot through her eyes as he took the small kit from her, but she would force herself to calm down. He may be a grump some times, but she knew he wouldn't hurt a kit on purpose, or at least she hoped he wouldn't anyways. As he returned the small calico, she would relax slightly. She then looked over at Hazelkit, Stormkit, and Coldkit. She knew nothing was wrong with Coldkit, frankly she was surprised Pebble hadn't smothered her accidentally yet!


    "If there are some to spare, I would appreciate some." she would respond quietly. "If not, it's alright."


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    tag for interactions | plotting thread | peaceful power play is okay

    Firstborn.


    There was something special about that, being the first brought into such a world full of wonder and light. Initially, she felt cold, mewling her tiny mews to draw attention. Her mother did not let her suffer long and warmed her, snuggling her into her belly. The newly-named Hazelkit was quick to suckle at her belly, soon joined by a few other bodies whom she would later know as her siblings. She sighed into their presence, letting her belly fill pleasantly.

    ❝ And I could be enough. ❞

    Moon would smile as she rose from her nest and brought Hazelkit back to their mother. She placed the first born against the ginger she cats belly and then smiled proudly at Asphodelpaw before mewing softly, "They are beautiful, Flameseeker. Pebblecloud, you must be so proud." She watched as Hazelkit snuggles instinctively into her mother's belly before nodding, and turning to return to her own kits who had begun to stir from their mothers absence. She would curl herself back around them as they settled back down, and rested her head on her paws.



    "And we could be enough"



    ❝ That would be enough...❞

    I FEEL LIKE A MILLION BUCKS —

    The tiny newborn let out a little peep, as if to let the world know he had something to say. Unable to see yet, the little kit inched closer to the radiator of warmth that was his mother and siblings. The newly-named Stormkit was just a little bundle of cream and white at this point, nothing at all like what he was named for, but that would all come in time. For now he let himself relax and enjoy the warmth and freedom of simply being alive.