Greet the World with Open Arms [P]

[Moonraven]

Not long after feeling immense discomfort in her stomach and noticing her wet nest, Twilightstar left her den and made her way to the nursery. She glanced at the snow bengal slumbering with five newborns and the large gray tom sleeping not far from her.

She kept quiet, leaving them both to sleep as she took up a spare nest and flopped down on it. Perhaps it was dying in strangely brutal ways seven times already, but labor pain wasn't that bad for her. It hurt, a lot naturally, but aside from her sinking her claws in the dirt floor and occasionally shifting around in the nest, she was fine. The first litter had been so much worse, traumatizing honestly. The thought had terrible memories resurfacing that she pushed to the back of her mind. She did not want to be stressed out worse than she already was.

Time went by unnoticeably until the contractions grew so strong that she had to push and the first kitten was born, healthy and crying. From then on it was a fervor dream, pushing out a kit, cleaning it, and putting it with the others. At some point in time, she must have passed out, something felt off, and everything went dark.

When she opened her eye again a pair of worried copper ones were peering down at her.

"Are you okay?" Leopardsong asked, nudging one of the leader's kits back in place beside the others when it rolled out of place. The nest was too small.

"Tired, but fine." Twilightstar hummed as she felt gummy mouths and little claws knead at her belly.

"Are you sure? Cause I swore...." Leopardsong hesitated before shaking her head. "You know what never mind. Give me a second I'll get you more moss for your nest. You had a whole clan worth of kittens." The forever queen perked up as she padded out of the leader's sight.

A whole clan? What was she.... ooooooh. What the hell!!? Twilightstar, who had not been counting the kits, was utterly stunned when she lifted her head to check on them. Beastspark was a dead tom when she saw him again. D-E-A-D.

Leopardsong returned to the nursery with moss in her maw while Twilightstar counted the squirming newborns. Thirteen! There were thirteen of them! Seriously, she was murdering their father. While Twilightstar plotted the murder of her children's father, Leopardsong cleaned up around the tired she-cat, replacing old moss with new, she discovered that the nest was still too small for thirteen kittens and their mother.

Since she wasn't going to leave the camp to fetch more moss, she padded over to the slumbering lump of fur and swatted at his head until he finally opened his green eyes. The tom had up residence in the nursery after her litter, as she often abused his sense of responsibility and used him as a free kittensitter.

"Leechscar, I'm shocked you managed to sleep through this. Help me move my nest, I need to place it against Twilightstar's." Combining the two should help keep them all inside the nest at least. She'd make Leechscar get more moss later. Leopardsong could help the older cat with feeding too. Leopardsong stared at the leader after she laid her head back down, making sure that her chest was rising and falling.

The molly swore to StarClan and beyond that Twilightstar had not been breathing when Leopardsong first woke up. But she had woken up like she was napping for a moment, so Leopardsong wasn't certain. She wasn't going to think about it too hard.

[So the birth order will be determined by the posting order. If you post first your kit's the oldest, you post last, your kit's the youngest. Everyone else gets to be the forgotten middle children. You guys can post whenever you'd like.]
@Aolani @BEAR. @Bonsai @ChaosBringer. @Estelle @forest @goodacacia @Ian, @lark. @ollie @Rani @sleepyyjax @Starfall @Undertaker

[otter]

??? (Coyotekit)
He/Him | WC Kit | Oldest Son of Twilightstar | 0 moons old

Ack! He hated it out here! It was cold! He liked being wherever he was before better. Though, there were several bodies keeping him warm. He preferred his mom, but this was ok, he guessed. The newborn tomkit pummeled his mother's belly for milk, eventually full. He inched himself closer to his mom, and curled up to take a nap. Maybe this place wasn't so bad.

[BEAR.]

Bravekit didn't have much to say. First, she was warm - then it got COLD and she let out an angry WEHHH as the air whooshed around her. She grumped when she hit something warm and soft again and began to aggressively suckle.

[goodacacia]

Unnamed (Rookkit)
◆ WindClan | 0 moons

The world was cold. Too cold. The silence was...not happening. The rustle of the moorland grass, crying and squirming of other kits. It was honestly, honestly, terrible feeling. And she hoped it could all just stop. Wait. What was she doing here? Where was she? What was she? Nevermind that, the little dark gray kitten shoved around until she reached the warmest part of who knows where. Doesn't matter. It was warm now.

[Starfall]

Cinderkit

This was. Something. He couldn't tell. He didn't know anything other than it's not at all what he was wanting. From a sudden warmth to freezing. His immediate attempt at a thought was to do nothing more than snuggle as closely as he could to whoever was closest to him, and mom. He was COLD.

He would rate his first day alive a 0 out of 10.

[ChaosBringer.]

Unnamed
| Daughter of Twilightstar | She/her |
0 moons old



It was warm. Crowded, but warm. It felt safe too. The unborn kit loved it. But that warmth and safeness would be snatch away and she'd be shoved into a horribly freezing new world. It was horribly cold out here; a much different temperature then before! It made the newborn kit cry out a pitiful wail before a scent struck her and shut her up instantly. A deep rooted instinct took hold of the little kit and she immediately went to find the scent, quickly latching on to suckle. She was a small kit for now. Soon, she'd be an apprentice learning to explore and protect her territory.
But that was moons to come. The newborn kit would stay a kit for a while, safe with her mother and siblings.

[ollie_the_skeleton]

???
(Orchidkit)
0 Moons || Windclan Kit || He/Him

Orchidkit was warm, and peaceful, and then he was cold. So cold. Gosh, what was happening? Whatever it was, he hated it. He let out a tiny growl as he squirmed. He wanted to be warm again,
not against something cold..and squishy. Yuck. Gosh, he seriously hated this. The world was cold, and apparently squishy. It wasn't nearly as crowded though. 1 star rating. He squeaked as he bumped into something warm in his indignant squirming. Oh! Yay, problem solved! Orchidkit happily nestled further into the warmth and began to suckle.





[ @Moonraven ]

[Rani]

Unnamed kit | She/Her

A comfy nursery. Nests padded full of moss. A full pile of littermates squeaking and wiggling for warmth. The faint scent of milk that drew in the little squirming bundles in for their first meal. Except for the unnamed lilac and silver kit, who did not stir.

She'd caused her mother so much strife already, fighting against her own birth with such violence it'd cost Twilightstar soundly to bring her into the world. It wasnt all her fault, anyone would struggle with such a large litter at such an age, but this kitten had a part to play in it for sure.

And it'd cost her too. Exhausted, in pain and overwhelmed by her new life the kitten lay still and limp, only breathing gently to show she did not pass from the effort even as her siblings squeaked and came to life around her.

No, she only would rouse when the gentle tongue of her mother or Leopardsong (or perhaps her older brother, but the rper knew that as unlikely) roused her into moving. Only then would this kitten, already downright upset about the state of the world, would find her spot at the milk bar, face scrunched in silent anger.

[Ian]

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Peachkit
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He is warm and comfortable for all of a few moments before the cold registers. He feels the bodies of his siblings wriggling around him while the only thing he knows is hunger. He does the only thing a responsible newborn should do and lets out high pitched angry chirps as he tries to shove his way through his siblings to get food!

[sleepyyjax]

Shrikekit
she/her - 0 moons

Lots. Lots lots lots. Lots of things, whatever things were.
Warm. She was... Warm. Nice and warm, cosy and pleasant. Not that any of these words had meaning without their opposites being present, but that would soon change.

Cold. Freezing, alone, uncomfortable. Where?? Where did the warmth go? The warmth and the... The niceness. Little tiny paws moved slowly and aimlessly, reaching for something - anything - till they connected with softness. Softness and warmness, which she leaned into. Not the same as the first warmth - but better than the big big cold. She never wanted to feel that again. So, she waited and waited with the small bit of warmth she found.

And then, as though nothing had happened, the big warmth was back. Almost nicer than it'd been before. Nice, cosy, and pleasant. Yes, this was good.

[open for anyone to be the kit she crawls up to!! :3 otherwise I'll just say she crawled to the edge of the group]
[Driftingkit !! ]