Post by aspenheart on Jan 25, 2018 23:14:01 GMT
Wavecrash had not planned on having her kits in Leafbare.
It was an odd thing, of course. What did she expect if she became pregnant in Leaf-Fall? But, the fact remained, she'd held a frail hope that her kits would be born in Newleaf. Kits born in Leafbare were always... bad. It was a horrible thought, but all through her pregnancy, she'd worried if kits were really what she was meant to do. If she would love them. If they would love her. So far, all these kits had caused her were pain and swelling. So, Wavecrash, obviously, had never planned to have them in Leafbare.
But, here the queen was, her sleek black pelt matted to her skin as she awoke to a shockwave of pain and a horrible wetness. Ah yes -- kitting. Her brutal yowl of pain was to be expected, causing everyone else in the den save the deaf kits to wake. Queens quickly soothed their young ones back to sleep, telling them to ignore her sounds, while they protected their own litters. Her yowls died down into painful whimpers as others tried to help. It was the elder Rockheart, with his massive form and jagged pelt, who slunk in to help her. He silently gave her a stick to bite down on and lumbered off to scrape together some borage and cobwebs. Unfortunately, that was the extent of his medical knowledge.
So, it would be a rough birth, it seemed, as her first kit entered the world. A blue and white tom, tiny and fragile, but hers.
syd
It was an odd thing, of course. What did she expect if she became pregnant in Leaf-Fall? But, the fact remained, she'd held a frail hope that her kits would be born in Newleaf. Kits born in Leafbare were always... bad. It was a horrible thought, but all through her pregnancy, she'd worried if kits were really what she was meant to do. If she would love them. If they would love her. So far, all these kits had caused her were pain and swelling. So, Wavecrash, obviously, had never planned to have them in Leafbare.
But, here the queen was, her sleek black pelt matted to her skin as she awoke to a shockwave of pain and a horrible wetness. Ah yes -- kitting. Her brutal yowl of pain was to be expected, causing everyone else in the den save the deaf kits to wake. Queens quickly soothed their young ones back to sleep, telling them to ignore her sounds, while they protected their own litters. Her yowls died down into painful whimpers as others tried to help. It was the elder Rockheart, with his massive form and jagged pelt, who slunk in to help her. He silently gave her a stick to bite down on and lumbered off to scrape together some borage and cobwebs. Unfortunately, that was the extent of his medical knowledge.
So, it would be a rough birth, it seemed, as her first kit entered the world. A blue and white tom, tiny and fragile, but hers.
syd
