We're all architects of our personal hell {Open, Mousenose giving birth!}

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    Mousenose paced outside of camp, but just barely outside. Eaglespirit and Flint had known about her pregnancy and she had relied heavily upon them for help. But something was wrong. She felt pain her stomach and she didn't know why. Was she going to lose the kits? Of course, she was completely oblivious to the fact that her restlessness and pain was being caused, not by losing the kits, but by the kits coming. She waddled her way into the nursery, a strong sense of nesting coming over her. She fluffed and fluffed and fluffed the nest, pacing back and forth, twirling in circles. Suddenly she laid down, incapable of standing anymore.


    Several groans, grunts, and yowls later, she had three beautiful babies at her stomach. She'd done the birthing by herself, though certainly he Clan mates had heard her and may have offered her assistance. She was hoping that Eaglespirit and Flint would be around. She gazed down at the kittens, instinctively wishing to name them. There was a lilac tortie point, gorgeous as could be. It reminded her of a flower... "You'll be Petalkit..."


    Next was another tortie, this time a regular one. "You'll be Mottledkit..."


    And then...the last one. She drew in a sharp breath and wondered if Eaglespirit was around...this kit, this little tom...looked so much like Sparrow. It hurt her heart and she found herself incapable of naming him. She just stared, dumbfounded at the similarities.


    thornbite

    Gooey

    Cyaniphier

    -Eaglespirit-



    ❝ Gentle upon the eyes, roses still have


    thorns. ❞


    Tags — Windclan Warrior — played by Error

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    someone was in pain? her ears pricked up with concerned as she traced it towards Mousenose, her blue orvs widening at the sight of the freshly born kittens that laid with the queen. "Ahh.." a soft murmur left the tongueless molly before she tilted to her as if to ask if she needed any help.

    FATE CAN SCREW ITSELF AND DIE

    This world is twisted, you blink and miss it


    Pride was a funny emotion, Flint had decided as he stomped through the camp, hissing at any felines who he'd decided looked at him slightly funny. His pride, for instance, was currently as bruised and smarting as the injuries in his side from the first badger attack – the first one, you know. The one that Sunpaw had run into saving whatever that lump of fur was? Most of the clan would never know the last bit of that story, so it was assumed that the loner in camp had made a reckless decision and gotten himself injured. The healing of his injuries were more a common courtesy than an actual thank you, and Flint hated it.


    He'd torn his injuries open a couple times, only to be met with scolding as they repaired it. He'd hiss as he was bleeding out again that he didn't need any pity and not to touch it, and then either Mouse or Eagle would come along to give him concerned glares until he gave into the medicine cats and let them stick their clan paws all up in his loner side. But that didn't mean he'd let himself be idle. No no, Flint had noticed that their apprentices were slothing it, and their kits had no idea what was waiting for them in the outside world. Among other things, the camp boundaries could use some work and their medicine storage was – repeat, was a mess.


    Which is why he was unafraid but cautious when someone started screaming in pain. Sure, it was a problem, and he didn't hesitate to move over in the direction of the noise, but he only felt a real pang of worry when he realized just who those shouts and cries of pain came from. Mouse. If there were two cats in the clan Flint gave one hint of a damn about, it was those two. He sped up, paws racing as he slid into range of the noises, his ears flattening to his head as he realized just where Mouse was.


    She was fine? Was that a question or an answer?


    Flint didn't know, and the smell of iron made him so, so antsy. “Mouse?” He asked, unable to bear hopping around on his toes any longer debating whether or not he should come in, his tail lashing and unease rolling off him in waves. “I'm coming in,” he announced ahead of himself, shoving his way into the den and blinking green-yellow eyes to adjust to the darkness of the nursery. At least they got one thing right, and as he adjusted to the dim lighting, he spotted her in her nest – and another feline beside her.


    The other cat wasn't important anymore, and he stepped into the nursery the rest of the way, his ears flicking forward as he spotted the soon – no, the newly made – mother in front of him and her three squirming bundles of fur. He kept low, trying to not invade on her personal space very much as he cast eyes across the kits. They looked.. Fine. There weren't any deformities or issues he could tell from this distance. He glanced to the other cat, looking her up and down before standing to his full height.


    “Get her some water. ..Please.” He added the please only as an afterthought – Mouse didn't like it when he was rude, last time he checked, and he had no desire to push it right now. As he crawled just a little bit closer to Mouse, he turned his attention to her face. “Hey, how you feeling?”


    He asked this as he settled in, cautious not to venture too close to her nest and her kits, mostly because Oma had swatted him enough for doing that to pregnant females who'd just given birth. Seemed to activate some sort of motherly instinct in them to beat the snot out of him whenever he'd done it. Not that he hadn't deserved it, it's just that it had usually been unexpected. “Do you.. Do you need anything aside from the water?” He asked as he reached out a tentative paw and took it back. What was the protocol for a situation like this?


    He wanted to get close to help comfort her and congratulate her on the kits, but at the same time he didn't want to chase her out of what was obviously her nest – and yes, he privately thought it did need more softness to it, what made you ask? – That she was currently nursing the kits in. The thought of checking the kits for issues was an issue too, because he wanted to make sure they were healthy, but at the same time, he didn't want to take them from their new mother to do it. It was a confusing thing and he tried not to make himself crazy with all the amounts of “what to do” that bounced around in his head on repeat. There was the rumbling noise stuttering in his chest and throat too, and he had no idea or frame of thought for what that might have been, but he hoped it was frustration at his inability to do anything but panic.


    It really was different to help another female with her birth and his best friend with hers.


    🔥 Currently listening to [ Blue Exorcist OP.2. "In My World" ] by [ Rookiez is Punk'd ] 🔥

    The little tortie point scrap mewled loudly, her lungs strong. Everything felt... cold. Very very cold. Where was the warmth? And it was so damn dark and quiet as she wriggled her way through the, admittedly, uncomfortable nest. She looked for warmth, mewling loudly and somewhat frustratingly as she made her way in the opposite direction of her mother and instead toward Flint. She didn't bother smelling, just mewling and crying for the warmth that seemed to evade the little kit. She was, also, very loud. Her little pink nose finally began smelling for milk, still softly crying for her mother as she continued in the wrong direction until she fell out of the nest and bumped into Flint. Her mewls got quieter as she felt warmth from the tom and she softly purred, crackly, squeaky, and soft as she pressed against him.


    Shattered and broken

    I’m feeling hopeless — tags

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    COWSPOTS OF WINDCLAN [ TAGS ]


    ooc: screaming i forgot to postttt


    He'd taken his kits out of the nursery to play a game when Mousenose began kitting, not wanting them to bother her with questions when she'd already be in enough pain as it was. Besides, due to his track record with birthings, Cowspots didn't exactly feel comfortable being there. First Heathercloud, then Bluefrost... he felt like his presence would be a curse. So, he'd promised his children the ability to visit once she was feeling stronger and instead went off to fetch some water when she was finished.


    Peeking through the nursery entrance with soaking moss in his jaws, Cowspots smiled softly and offered the water to her, not wanting to simply bother her without something to help. His gaze fell over her trio of babies, smile splitting into a sunny grin. "Oh, Mousenose, they're beautiful! Congratulations," he gushed quietly, knowing she must be exhausted.





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    [ hawkpaw ] [ marbled tabby bengal mix with milky blue blind eyes ] [ six moons ] [ male ] [ trad. windclan mca ]


    upon catching wind that mousenose was giving birth, hawkpaw tagged along to the nursery. simultaneously attempting to help but not accidentally step on any paws, he spoke up.


    "everything alright? good job, mousenose." he congratulated the new queen. "eat these, okay?" he demanded gently, dropping some pungently-scented star-shaped flowers at the foot of her nest after sticking a paw out to find its location. "to ensure you have enough milk." he explained before backing away to give mousenose some privacy.









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    BARNKIT

    by rhybbear / TAGS


    The familyless child peaked over the side of Mousenose as she had begun to kit. The calico kitten was sleeping next to the gray Molly when she felt her contractions and woke up. There was a smell in the air and something about it reminded her that she wasn't a legitimate child of Mousenose. Her ears flattened as her pumpkin eyes landed on the kittens below against her adopted mother's belly. Something tickled her throat and she climbed on top of Mouse's side to peer down at the tiny blobs. Reaching a paw down, she gently brushed it against thornbite Was... Was she a big sister now?



    "Speech."


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    // sorry for being late!


    she first became aware of a discomforting, unfamiliar coldness. it sized her small, damp body in icy fangs and gripped her tightly. a small mew left her toothless maw, begging for the warmth to return back to her. why would it leave? had she done something wrong? the tortoiseshell writhed, anger now flooding through her as she grew rapidly annoyed with the bitter coldness that licked at her skin. but something pierced through her displeasure. something warm and golden in the dark, cruel worl dshe'd been birthed into. the scent caused her stomach to rumble as saliva built up in her mouth. he allowed another cry to leve her lips, this time louder. she was hungry, and she wanted everyone to know.

    ❝ MARTYR ❞ MOTTLEDKIT

    WINDCLAN & INFORMATION

    The small, and yet unnamed bundle of fur in the nest was the only one not moving as much as his siblings, but his paws continued to stretch and flex in the soft surrounding of the nest, his eyes barely open a crack as he lay there. For now, he was utterly content to lay exactly where he was, but he could briefly hear his sisters' cries. Hungry.. Yeah, he was hungry too, he decided, and started to vocalize along with his much louder sister as to just why they should already be fed. The world around him was warm, a little musty, but he was alive, and that was all that mattered at the moment.


    ― Ear's pricking as Hawkpaw padded past him, Fogpaw raised an nonexistent eyebrow questioningly before going back to getting rid of some of the dried out herbs. The pale gray tom clicked his tongue in displeasingly as he carefully pulled out a clump. Trying to avoid crumbling the dried leaves he gently sets them beside him in the slowly growing pile. Staring at the herbs blankly he lets out a quiet sigh before rising to his paws, wincing slightly as he realizes just how long he had been hunching over herbs. With a small stretch he pops his back before padding out of the medicine den for some fresh air.


    Taking in a deep breathe his nose wrinkles slightly as a different and unexpected scent meets his nostrils. Oh right, Mousenose had given birth. At least that was what he had gathered from the whispers he heard from the nursery. Eyes widening a fraction he made his way over before inwardly relaxing at the sight of Hawkpaw offering assistance.


    Fogpaw would make his way into the den to overlook and see if their had been any difficulties and see if everything had went alright. Taking a seat next to Hawkpaw, he brings his tail up to gently let the mottled tom know that he was there as well even if he could probably pick up his scent by now, but with the scents that come with a birthing he just wanted to make sure that he could tell that he was by his side.


    "I trust that everything is alright Mousenose? Are you having any difficulties at the moment?" He inquires quietly in his calm tone, his pale blues eyes fiicking up to meet her gaze if she has anything to tell him or Hawkpaw.

    Mousenose felt a bit overwhelmed at everybody that had come to check on her. The small gray she-cat felt herself curling around her kittens, both to comfort them and well...comfort herself. She needed to know they were safe and okay. Flint seemed to give them a once over, which made her feel a bit at ease. And even more so when the others came in and asked her questions. Nobody mentioned anything being wrong.


    "Thank you everyone...I feel okay. Just tired. Are they...are they all good?" she nervously asked. They all seemed noisy and full of life, but how could she possibly know? She'd seen so many kits die, though of course not her own. She'd only just had this litter...and none before. She frowned, rasping her tongue against each kitten and nudging them toward her stomach.


    Then she turned toward the young kit who had not been named...the little male. "Flint I...I can't name him," she said, wincing. Her heart longed for the Sparrow he looked like. How he had looked so similar to this kitten. How he'd been a constant in her life and his was cut so short. She'd never even gotten a chance to see him again...and Eaglespirit was still upset about his death. How she longed to fix all their pasts. To destroy it. To give them all nothing but happiness.





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    [ hawkpaw ] [ marbled tabby bengal mix with milky blue blind eyes ] [ six moons ] [ male ] [ trad. windclan mca ]


    hawkpaw couldn't use vision to see if the litter were all physically fine; without deformities or any obvious issues one would spot on sight. fogpaw would check, wouldn't he? ugh, he hated that he had to rely on others at all. the fellow medicine cat apprentice was his teammate in a way, though. they were meant to work together. buzzardflight must have worked through situations like this in his day. lacking hearing, he wouldn't be able to hear the cries of the kits.


    but he could still see them. he could see their maws parting as they cried out for their mother's milk. regardless, he couldn't let mousenouse catch onto his frustration. she was already in a high stress situation and for her sake the blind medic in training didn't need to add to that.


    "they sound healthy to me. what do you think fogpaw? can you take a look at them, please?" he asked, hoping the gray tom would oblige. he kept a polite smile on his features as to ensure the queen's comfort. he didn't understand the need for this himself- a smile did nothing for him as he couldn't see the traces of happiness upon a clanmate's face. the situation left him feeling a little incompetent as a healer, but he knew he needed to sacrifice his own ego for the kits' wellbeing.










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    MORNINGFROST

    ❝ Not a saint, not a savior, just ill fated❞

    TAGS ☆彡he's a bit traumatized with childbirth, he's not going to lie. it all started with brightmoon and rabbitpaw, and then heathercloud and cowspots, and eventually, with bluefrost and his own children. he's probably gonna put off childbirth for the rest of his life- he doesn't wanna see it, ever. whenever he even looks at other children that aren't his own, his stomach twists pitifully. slightly shaking off his own thoughts, the blue tabby hangs back, looking away.