Drizzlecloud frequently dreamt of seeing things from far away. The simple joy of observing, being able to hear. It came no surprise that tonight she had a dream of similar nature, sitting off somewhere she didn't really know. Within the cozy confinement of camp, while also being too far away to be considered there at all.
Green eyes stay glued to the familiar brown fur of her mate–somewhere up ahead of her, seated out in the clearing with his back to her. She could vaguely make out a few small lumps of mismatched grey and brown fur bumbling about just ahead of him. Green eyes watched in silence, head tipped to the side as she listened to her mate's laugh, as well as a few cheeky little giggles from who she could only presume were her kits. Their soon-to-be family.
There was a soft purr to her left, and she slowly shifted her gaze to view a fluffy, snow-furred molly seated at her side. They had a similar stature, and she couldn't help but notice the green eyes that shifted to gaze into her own. When their eyes made contact, neither said a word, simply stared.
“You'll do well, don't worry.”
Drizzlecloud squinted, uncertain–but she woke up before she could make sense of any of it.
When she awoke, a slightly sharp pain–or perhaps it was just general discomfort that she was feeling, she wasn’t sure, but she knew she didn’t really like it. A tad anxious, her paws began to knead at her nest below, although slightly unaware of the fact that she had even begun doing it. “Sparrow?” She called out softly, the discomfort clear in her tone. “Um–the kits.”
And so, Omari doesn’t want to write an in-depth kitting post. The kittens are born, what a delight. The kittens are healthy, what an even bigger delight. Everyone is healthy: no pain, all gain! The biggest delight.
Despite the momentary pain and the discomfort of it all, of course it was worth it. Their babies were perfect. With her tail curled over their frail little bodies, she leaned over to press her muzzle against their bodies–so small, far too little in comparison to this big world. Drizzlecloud held her breath as she shifted over each of their kittens, making sure that she could feel their hearts pitter-pattering within their chests. After she had checked over each, all three of them, she purred.
“Sparrow, look–our beautiful baby boys.” Her voice was barely above a murmur as she leaned over to bunt her mate affectionately, a loud purr rumbling in her chest as she did so… Now, to name them. Leaning down to draw careful licks over each of their heads, she hummed softly in consideration. Two of their sons had their father’s brown fur, while their third son had fur similar to her own–grey. It warmed her heart to see their similarities, the traits that they earned from either herself or their father.
She took the initiative to give the first name–gently nudging the silver tabby that was nestled against her belly. “His name will be… Lavenderkit.” Then, she lifted her head to nuzzle Sparrowpelt once more, purring against his cheek. “Your turn, honey.”
[ @SuspiciousMindz - Sparrowpelt, @silver. - Lavenderkit, @Starfall - Frogkit, @kittycatburmise - Springkit. I’d say you guys can apply your kits to the allegiances now since. They hath been born!!! Yippe!!!! ]
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Re: i dreamt of you and our children's laughter [p]
[Sparrowpelt]
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Sparrowpelt was roused awake by the movements and then the voice of his mate calling his name. Sitting up abruptly, the tom would look down at her before he'd finally process the words. His fur stood on end and he gave Drizzlecloud a lick between the ears. "Tell me what you need, sweetheart."
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The large tom was nestled behind Drizzlecloud, purring loudly to soothe the moment. Happiness and love welled in his heart as he watched his sons wiggle around the beside his love. This was all perfect. Sparrowpelt was having a second chance at raising a family. He wasn't going to take it for granted. Perhaps they'd get to know Echopaw in their future moons, but only time would tell. "They're perfect. All three. Perfect."
Lavenderkit. Her favorite flower. Sparrowpelt repeated the name in his head, leaning over her side to nose the kitten softly. He looked similar to Drizzle, it warmed his heart more. He motioned towards a mixed chocolate kitten who seemed to be hopping around already. "Frogkit seems good for this one," he chuckled, looking towards the last kitten. "How about that one?"
i dreamt of you and our children's laughter [p]
