[CollapsingStars]

Originally Posted by Radler

A small silver tabby squirmed under Sand's warm tongue, pathetically mewling as her thin pelt was brushed the wrong way. The newborn she-cat struggled against the motions briefly but then resigned herself to Sand's good intentions. She half stretched her legs out, her tiny pink nose twitching as she opened her mouth to let out a shaky mew. The kit shifted slightly, in an attempt to get closer to the mother scent. Even when she was only a few minutes old the instinct was still strong.

@Radler @RosePelt145 @Lefty the bear @FeatherKit131
Sand picked up the small kit and moved her near the stomach of Sand, that way she can feed. Briarwing let out a small purr before she winced once more. Sparrowkit just sat there curious, but she'd stay out of the way. Briarwing let out a low growl, wincing once more. Sparrowkit padded up and licked at the first kit born, that way the she-kit stayed warm. The second kit plopped out, Sand bit at the sac and lapped at the kit furiously. She moved the kit up to Briarwing for her to lap at. Briarwing purred and lapped at the kit. The tabby winced, but kept lapping. The last kit plopped out and Sand lapped at the she-kit furiously, but bit open the sac first. Briarwing finished lapping at the second kit, Sand picked up the kit and moved it to feed off of Briarwing, then moved the third kit to feed. Sand let out a throaty purr, "They seem all healthy.. Congrats on your three daughters!" Sparrowkit stopped lapping at the first kit and left her be.