New Life [p]

[Blossom Cry]

The kit struggled and didnt stop mewing when she wasnt with her mother. Skykit stopped wiggling when she felt her mother's warmth. She purred slightly. @Moonraven @/everyone else

(I also plan for skykits markings to grow a bit darker when she's older.)

[Luna16]

No! She wasn't done yet! The tiny being felt herself being torn away from the spot she worked so hard to get to, and now everything felt cold again. She didn't know why, but she knew that she needed to return to that scent as quickly as possible. She squirmed and struggled, mewling in a shrill voice. She could feel something warm and fluffy wrapped around her and...others? Other squirming loud mewling things.

She didn't like this, being moved around against her will like this. The uselessness of it, she didn't know what was going on and she didn't like it. But then finally, she was reunited with softness under her. And the warm scent that drew her in before was closer again. The newly named Jasminekit squirmed forward until she found another the teats she got the milk from. Using her tiny paws to knead at soft warm thing in her paws, she continued to suckle milk.

[ @Moonraven - Leopardsong], et al.

[twizzypaw]

The familiar scent and warmth suddenly vanished in mere moments, reflecting the fleetingness of comfort that is life yet to come. Falconkit, letting out hushed chirps and squeaks, thrashed his plump frame and flailed his limbs furiously. And then, a sudden replacement for the warmth but this one was different. Different scent, different heartbeat. The newborn kit's tiny protests continued, squirming in fear from the strangeness of this foreign incubator. Breathing in quick, strong successions, Flaconkit's grey and cream colored fur rose and fell with every breath as his black tipped tail twitched slightly in agitation.

And because time was so subjective to such a young entity, in what felt like another mere moments, the creator was back. The familiar warmth, scent, heartbeat, down to the rhythm and cadence of the purrs. Falconkit suddenly relaxed as he leaned into the pillowy fur of Leopardsong's pelt as his voracious mouth searched for milk. His silent tantrum was over once the second milk had entered his belly. And from all the movement, hustle and bustle, the squirming of his siblings, and Leopardsong's return and reclamation of her litter, Flaconkit found himself pressed close to his youngest, tiniest sibling who was as white as snow. His sensitive body felt her tiny and labored coughs. And in that moment, whether it was fate, or simply Falconkit's nature, he'd be a protector for his siblings and stay particularly by Magnoliakit's side until the very end.


@Moonraven
@iliri
et all others <3

[Blossom Cry]

Skykit scrambled. The tiny kit rolled away from her mother. She didn't feel any warmth at first, but something stopped her body. She felt another cats paws. Skykit missed her mother, but this was nice. Those paws brought in a new smell. A smell that she didn't know. The kit didn't really know any smells though. It smelled of wet moss and daisies. (Talked to @ChaosBringer. And they said it was okay to post this.)

[iliri]

magnoliakit
medium-furred, small, snow-white albino with very pale, blind blue eyes
active purrks: n/a
she/her | windclan kit | 0 moons

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The newly named Magnoliakit barely had a sense of the world yet—everything was a blur of warmth, muffled sounds, and the soft pressure of her mother’s soft fur surrounding her—alongside the wet, slimy bodies of her littermates. She was still wet from birth, her tiny body trembling as she instinctively pressed against the familiar scent of her mother’s milk, though her eyes were tightly shut. The world was overwhelming, a strange mix of sensations she couldn’t yet understand at a young age, and her body felt fragile, too new to navigate the brittle cold air around her. But then, without warning, she felt herself lifted from the comfort of her mother’s side. A soft, yet loud mewl escaped her, a tiny, feeble sound as she was plucked away from the warmth that had been her entire existence. The sudden coolness of the air wrapped around her like an unfamiliar breeze, making her instinctively curl up, searching for the warmth she had just lost. Her small limbs flailed weakly, too uncoordinated to find anything to cling to. She didn’t understand what was happening, only that the softness and comfort were gone, and the chill of the world outside her mother’s fur was too much for her tender, sensitive skin. Her little body shivered, her mouth opening in another mew of protest, though she lacked the strength to do much more. The new world was still strange, confusing, and distant, but every instinct told her to return to the safety she’d just been pulled from.

The youngest of the litter let out a gurgled cry once more, her small moment of terror ending as she was now again near her mother. The warmth she had longed for returned, soothing her tiny, trembling body. She instinctively nestled into the soft, pillowy fur of her mother’s belly, her faint, pitiful mewls quieting as she felt the familiar pulse of her heartbeat. Her small form pressed against her dark-furred brother, who was much bigger and stronger than her. Yet, even if she hadn't known it yet, he radiated a sense of comfort and safety to her. He would grow up to be her protector, and she would look up to her big brother as if he would be the one that she would depend on entirely.

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@twizzypaw @Moonraven @/everyone else [ <3 ]

[ChaosBringer.]

Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose.
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]



Whisperinghive listened quietly as his adoptive mother named her new kits, his new siblings. Skykit, Falconkit, Jasminekit, Magnoliakit, and Lilykit. He nodded at Leopardsong's question, his tail twitching softly. The orange tom didn't feel he could speak, he was too overwhelmed with love.

Magnoliakit had screamed, but that was normal. Most kits screamed and mewed and shrieked after and when they were born. What wasn't normal, was little Skykit rolled away from her mother and stopped as she bumped against his paws. What in Starclan... He stared down at his new sister, bending his head down to lick at Skykit's small body. Whisperinghive's usual blank, dull green eyes were filled with warmth and sibling love for the kit. He gently grabbed her scruff and set her gently back with her mother. Kits needed to be with their mother for a while, not with him.


@Blossom Cry @Moonraven