The kitten balled up, mewing blindly as they squirmed, feeling other bundles of movement around her. She followed the mindless waddling, making her way to a fading warmth. But it was warmth, and she wasn't going to pass it up. Cold as she was. She heard overhead mumbling, but one thing rang clearer. Flykit. Why did it make her feel something significant? Was it something important? Why did the warmth keep dying? Her eyes were squeezed shut, and there was no opening them. For now, at least. She she was curious about so many things. Why was this that... how was that doing... what was she around... so many she couldn't answer. The alluding curiosity fading quickly as she grew uncomfortable around so much cold. Everything was cold. It was like everything around her had been flocking to same warmth, like moths to light, stealing every last bit of it until there was no more to give.
Snakepelt rushed into the den, hearing news of their mother kitting. As they finally got there, they smiled at the little clumps of fur. They looked a lot like moles. They quickly laid down beside Weepingwillow, lapping at her pelt. They wanted to be there to comfort their mother. And, of course, see their new baby siblings.
"Are you alright?"
They examined the kits for a moment, their stare out the side of their eyes. They didn't want to stop bringing a sense of calm to her. One of the kits, Greykit, as they heard their mother say, was gone. They would make an effort later to bury them, littering their grave with all of the flowers in the forest they could find. They hated anything that made their mother upset.
"It's okay, Greykit's being taken care of in StarClan, I promise you."
Snakepelt whispered soothingly, wrapping their tail around their mothers flank. They were silently glad they missed the agony of the moment, afraid they'd have gotten too saddened by their mothers pain. The aftermath was much easier, as Weepingwillow was much more tired. However, it didn't stop him from feeling a bit too much remorse for the she. They noticed Darkclaw, a long time friend of their mothers, and gave a nod. They felt nice after not seeing them for a while. They did have duties to attend to, unfortunately.
They perked their ears, their mother was giving them the honor of naming one of her kits? Their eyes lit up, a grin plastered to their face.
"Cinderkit, it's quite a lovely name, don't'cha think?"
Snakepelt rushed into the den, hearing news of their mother kitting. As they finally got there, they smiled at the little clumps of fur. They looked a lot like moles. They quickly laid down beside Weepingwillow, lapping at her pelt. They wanted to be there to comfort their mother. And, of course, see their new baby siblings.
"Are you alright?"
They examined the kits for a moment, their stare out the side of their eyes. They didn't want to stop bringing a sense of calm to her. One of the kits, Greykit, as they heard their mother say, was gone. They would make an effort later to bury them, littering their grave with all of the flowers in the forest they could find. They hated anything that made their mother upset.
"It's okay, Greykit's being taken care of in StarClan, I promise you."
Snakepelt whispered soothingly, wrapping their tail around their mothers flank. They were silently glad they missed the agony of the moment, afraid they'd have gotten too saddened by their mothers pain. The aftermath was much easier, as Weepingwillow was much more tired. However, it didn't stop him from feeling a bit too much remorse for the she. They noticed Darkclaw, a long time friend of their mothers, and gave a nod. They felt nice after not seeing them for a while. They did have duties to attend to, unfortunately.
They perked their ears, their mother was giving them the honor of naming one of her kits? Their eyes lit up, a grin plastered to their face.
"Cinderkit, it's quite a lovely name, don't'cha think?"
Weepingwillow watched her son come in, gently purring as she felt his rest beside her, grooming her pelt calmingly, still leaning against Nightwhisper, Weepingwillow leaned her head forward to press it to her her son's shoulder for a short moment, "I'm fine.." She whispered, lifting her head and looking sat the newly named Cinderkit with a purr, "It's a very lovely name. Thank you." Weepingwillow was quite tired but didn't let her usually goofy sarcasm escape her grasp, "And of course you can tell him you named him once he's about a moon old. I'm sure he'll be thrilled." Weepingwillow snorted, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, Honeypetal and, Snakepelt. You two are now Cinderkit, Emberkit, and Skytkit's older siblings. I understand as warriors with apprenitce's your busy, but..... I ask of you to please stay a present figure in there lives. They'll need it as much as I do." Weepingwillow purred, giving her kits a hard look. "And please stop ignoring your father and only talking to me, he raised you to." Weepingwillow pointed out, feeling Nightwhisper give an embarssed shift.
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Mantiskit was squirming with the other kits looking for milk. Kits kept bumping in to each other, fighting for milk and warmth. But the warmth was disappearing and replaced with a new smell. She didn't care, the kit just wanted milk.
It was warm. So warm. Cozy and awesome. But the kit wasn't here to stay. She had to get out! It was so, so crowded in here. And this lump of fur next to her wouldn't stop moving! So, she started pushing to escape this warm prison. After what seemed like an eternity of trying to escape, the cold engolfed her body. No! Let me back in! It's too cold!
She nuzzled who she assumed was her mothers stomach,
searching for milk. She needed it! But strong vibrations scared the little kit. What was going on? But soon, Waspkit was much too tied to care.
The air was thick. Stagnant. Her nose was assaulted by an array of scents, very dew of them pleasant. Writhing and flailing, she searched desperately for something, some kind of warmth, not this cold, cold air. It clung to her soaked through pelt like mud. Continuing to squirm, she found her way to something warm. The smell wasn't so bad over here. Something wriggled beside her, before slowing down. This seemed nice.
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