[Swanberry]
She, Her\Queen\28 moons\Riverclan
"Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming. Did its people want to much too?"
Baby Boomer - [ACTIVE]
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Today was shaping out to be pretty rotten, or the week rather. She didn't think anything could top a hawk attack, one on a kit for that matter, but with pain edgding at her from all sides, she was beginning to think the hawk had swooped in and dropped her instead. It wasn't just the mental pain of being so drained getting out from her mossbed was like torture. No, oh no, it was far worse. Besides the fact that she had kittens in her stomach, she was beginning to worry that she ate something rotten. So, as any sane cat would (though, was she really sane?) she willed herself to the medicine den, her pale fur ruffled from all the tossing and turning she'd been doing in her mossbed. Just getting over to the makeshift den made her break a sweat.
"Ms..." Swanberry paused. Oh, right, Mistyshard wasn't here anymore. The queen simply bit her tongue before resuming her statement, her voice frail. "Ms. Berrypaw, a moment, please?" She heaved out, sliding onto the floor in painful exhaustion. Stars, what was wrong with her? Okay, details, info, something to keep the apprentice afloat and updated. "Erm, I'm uh pregnant, I've had pain similar I guess, but its sharper this time. Is there a way you can..." A gasp. "Ugh, check if I ate something bad? I don't know, talking is literal torture..."
TO ALL KITS
I am mentioning you so that you are aware of this thread and this birthing, so get your brains ready!! You don't have to roleplay your kit in this thread but I don't mind if you do! :3 and if you haven't already, submit them to the alliances!!
Berrypaw was woken in the middle of the night by the sound of Swanberry's pained and hesitant mew, blinking sleep from her leafy-green eyes. Shaking out her pelt and rising to her paws, the peered through the dimness of the lonely makeshift den to see the queen shuffling in, clearly in pain.
"Oh, hello—" Berrypaw's greeting was cut off by a large yawn, shaking her head as if trying to force it away. Focus, Berry, wake up — someone needs you! She padded over towards Swanberry, she took note of the queen's distended belly and her ruffled fur, probably from restless sleep. Concern creasing her brow, Berrypaw listened quietly at first as she guided the queen over towards an freshly-made nest, motioning for her to lie down with her skinny brown tail.
"Sharp pains, feeling sick..." Berrypaw echoed to herself in a mumble, wracking her young brain. It could definitely just be a stomachache, but with the queen looking this pregnant... She thought for a moment before reaching out, gently pressing one of her small brown paws to Swanberry's stomach. She could feel wriggling inside from the kits, and a certain convulsion that rippled through her belly... oh, stars, she knew that feeling. Only once before had she encountered it, but it was unmistakable. Contractions, if she recalled correctly... the beginning signs of birth.
Eyes widening a bit, Berrypaw cleared her throat, her soft voice wavering ever so slightly. "Ah... h-how long have you been pregnant, exactly...? Because — and I-I might be mistaken — it feels like... m-maybe the kits are trying to come out," she said a bit ungracefully, and with a slight nervous chuckle. "It... i-it might be time..."
Already her mind was racing — oh stars, what did Mistyshard do again during Spiritbunny's kitting? Think, think, think...
↳ *riverwhisper* ༉‧₊˚✧
the lost lover
worldweaver t2 ✦ he/him ✦ died at 25 moons ✦ 3 moons in death
[SPIRITUAL ENCOUNTER ACTIVATED]
Riverwhisper paused as he was relaxing in StarClan. Something wasn't right. He stood up, walked closer to the pool where he'd watch the Clans- specifically Swanberry. Peering closer, he noticed Swanberry clearly looking like she was in pain and Berrypaw looking distraught. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he felt like he needed to be there.
"Ok." he said to himself. He'd never done this before, never meddled with the living- though he had the power to - he decided to dip his paw into the pool. And then he slowly inched into it, until he was fully submerged. He thought that if he could pass through the thing that allowed him to see the living, they must be connected.
So he dived.
Pushing through the weight he felt while swimming through, he could see the world becoming less blurred by water, less distorted, and more clear and solid. Reaching out, he felt his paw touch solid ground. Riverwhisper extended his other paw, and that one touched down as well. He let his hind legs land, and soon he was standing in the living world, a place he hadn't been in for moons.
"Hey. It's going to be ok, Swanberry." he murmured. The silver tabby gently brushed his mates flank with his soft tail. He laid down beside her, whispering encouragement in her ear. Riverwhisper looked up at Berrypaw, his eyes calming. "You're gonna do fine. Just stay calm, and remember whatever Mistyshard taught you, alright? I believe in you." he said with a soft smile.
↳ *riverwhisper* ༉‧₊˚✧
the lost lover
worldweaver t2 ✦ he/him ✦ died at 25 moons ✦ 3 moons in death
[SPIRITUAL ENCOUNTER ACTIVATED]
Riverwhisper paused as he was relaxing in StarClan. Something wasn't right. He stood up, walked closer to the pool where he'd watch the Clans- specifically Swanberry. Peering closer, he noticed Swanberry clearly looking like she was in pain and Berrypaw looking distraught. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he felt like he needed to be there.
"Ok." he said to himself. He'd never done this before, never meddled with the living- though he had the power to - he decided to dip his paw into the pool. And then he slowly inched into it, until he was fully submerged. He thought that if he could pass through the thing that allowed him to see the living, they must be connected.
So he dived.
Pushing through the weight he felt while swimming through, he could see the world becoming less blurred by water, less distorted, and more clear and solid. Reaching out, he felt his paw touch solid ground. Riverwhisper extended his other paw, and that one touched down as well. He let his hind legs land, and soon he was standing in the living world, a place he hadn't been in for moons.
"Hey. It's going to be ok, Swanberry." he murmured. The silver tabby gently brushed his mates flank with his soft tail. He laid down beside her, whispering encouragement in her ear. Riverwhisper looked up at Berrypaw, his eyes calming. "You're gonna do fine. Just stay calm, and remember whatever Mistyshard taught you, alright? I believe in you." he said with a soft smile.
Berrypaw was woken in the middle of the night by the sound of Swanberry's pained and hesitant mew, blinking sleep from her leafy-green eyes. Shaking out her pelt and rising to her paws, the peered through the dimness of the lonely makeshift den to see the queen shuffling in, clearly in pain.
"Oh, hello—" Berrypaw's greeting was cut off by a large yawn, shaking her head as if trying to force it away. Focus, Berry, wake up — someone needs you! She padded over towards Swanberry, she took note of the queen's distended belly and her ruffled fur, probably from restless sleep. Concern creasing her brow, Berrypaw listened quietly at first as she guided the queen over towards an freshly-made nest, motioning for her to lie down with her skinny brown tail.
"Sharp pains, feeling sick..." Berrypaw echoed to herself in a mumble, wracking her young brain. It could definitely just be a stomachache, but with the queen looking this pregnant... She thought for a moment before reaching out, gently pressing one of her small brown paws to Swanberry's stomach. She could feel wriggling inside from the kits, and a certain convulsion that rippled through her belly... oh, stars, she knew that feeling. Only once before had she encountered it, but it was unmistakable. Contractions, if she recalled correctly... the beginning signs of birth.
Eyes widening a bit, Berrypaw cleared her throat, her soft voice wavering ever so slightly. "Ah... h-how long have you been pregnant, exactly...? Because — and I-I might be mistaken — it feels like... m-maybe the kits are trying to come out," she said a bit ungracefully, and with a slight nervous chuckle. "It... i-it might be time..."
Already her mind was racing — oh stars, what did Mistyshard do again during Spiritbunny's kitting? Think, think, think...
(if you'd like me to tag the kits too just lemme know hehe, just didn't wanna spam them in case not )
[Swanberry]
She, Her\Queen\28 moons\Riverclan
"Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming. Did its people want to much too?"
Baby Boomer - [ACTIVE]
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(NOTICE!: I am aware that cats should not be pregnant for seven months (as Swanberry unfortunately has been due to not getting enough kits in time lol). So let's just pretend she's actually been pregnant for something a little over 2 months which may justify the absurd amount of stillborns )
Was feeling embarrassed in the moment normal? Swanberry hadn't really gone to the medicine den, she never felt the need to. But now, she felt oddly out of place here. Or maybe the embarrassment of getting sick was ebbing at her, something about it just had childish undertones despite the possible danger. It was nearly humorous, but Swanberry was in too much pain to strangle a laugh from her throat, not a chance.
She waddled over to the moss bed, her head reeling as her vision blurred at the edges. She began to rest her head onto her large paws, her face scrunched up as though she'd eaten something overly sour. Like a... What was it? "Lemon." Swanberry wheezed, not entirely aware that she'd spoken aloud.
She felt the rough paw pads of the medicine cat apprentice along her swollen belly and Swanberry merely blinked. Yes, I'm pregnant. I honestly thought that was pretty obvious when I walked in... but Swanberry could tell that something else flashed in the brown cats eyes, a look of cautious unease. The strawberry blonde cat blinked at her, her head tilting sideways. "What?" She murmured, or maybe she hadn't said anything, she couldn't tell. Perhaps she merely mouthed the words without the correlation of sound to come with it.
Then words came flying at her, at a speed that made Swanberry think far too much about what was even asked. "Eh... Two moons? Three maybe?" All a blur, Swanberry nearly couldn't remember anything. But the pain stayed with her, of the first few kicks and the stupid headaches, that was enough to get a good amount of the chunks engraved into her skull. Then something odd happened, as if a star straight from Silverpelt decided to touch down to the earth. The pained queen let out a harsh yowl her claws unsheathing as she spat. "What the heck is that!?" She rasped, her voice straining in her effort to yell. Like a blur of starlight. Starclan. Riverwhisper.
The queen tensed, her eyebrows knitting in disbelief. She watched as he crowded himself into the den, starry fur and all, and Swanberry felt like sobbing, if she wasn't already. She would've showed him some affection in response to his own, but she was merely in awe. She'd only seen her mate in a dream, never reality after he died. It didn't seem real, it couldn't be. Jade eyes looked over to Berrypaw, attempting to get confirmation of whether or not she was dreaming. If the medicine also saw him, then maybe she wouldn't be insane.
(also, to answer your question squidz, there's no needs to constantly tag the users who rp the kits! Once or twice is enough for me :3)
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
↳ *riverwhisper* ༉‧₊˚✧
the lost lover
worldweaver t2 ✦ he/him ✦ died at 25 moons ✦ 3 moons in death
[SPIRITUAL ENCOUNTER ACTIVATED]
Riverwhisper paused as he was relaxing in StarClan. Something wasn't right. He stood up, walked closer to the pool where he'd watch the Clans- specifically Swanberry. Peering closer, he noticed Swanberry clearly looking like she was in pain and Berrypaw looking distraught. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he felt like he needed to be there.
"Ok." he said to himself. He'd never done this before, never meddled with the living- though he had the power to - he decided to dip his paw into the pool. And then he slowly inched into it, until he was fully submerged. He thought that if he could pass through the thing that allowed him to see the living, they must be connected.
So he dived.
Pushing through the weight he felt while swimming through, he could see the world becoming less blurred by water, less distorted, and more clear and solid. Reaching out, he felt his paw touch solid ground. Riverwhisper extended his other paw, and that one touched down as well. He let his hind legs land, and soon he was standing in the living world, a place he hadn't been in for moons.
"Hey. It's going to be ok, Swanberry." he murmured. The silver tabby gently brushed his mates flank with his soft tail. He laid down beside her, whispering encouragement in her ear. Riverwhisper looked up at Berrypaw, his eyes calming. "You're gonna do fine. Just stay calm, and remember whatever Mistyshard taught you, alright? I believe in you." he said with a soft smile.
[Swanberry]
She, Her\Queen\28 moons\Riverclan
"Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming. Did its people want to much too?"
Baby Boomer - [ACTIVE]
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(NOTICE!: I am aware that cats should not be pregnant for seven months (as Swanberry unfortunately has been due to not getting enough kits in time lol). So let's just pretend she's actually been pregnant for something a little over 2 months which may justify the absurd amount of stillborns )
Was feeling embarrassed in the moment normal? Swanberry hadn't really gone to the medicine den, she never felt the need to. But now, she felt oddly out of place here. Or maybe the embarrassment of getting sick was ebbing at her, something about it just had childish undertones despite the possible danger. It was nearly humorous, but Swanberry was in too much pain to strangle a laugh from her throat, not a chance.
She waddled over to the moss bed, her head reeling as her vision blurred at the edges. She began to rest her head onto her large paws, her face scrunched up as though she'd eaten something overly sour. Like a... What was it? "Lemon." Swanberry wheezed, not entirely aware that she'd spoken aloud.
She felt the rough paw pads of the medicine cat apprentice along her swollen belly and Swanberry merely blinked. Yes, I'm pregnant. I honestly thought that was pretty obvious when I walked in... but Swanberry could tell that something else flashed in the brown cats eyes, a look of cautious unease. The strawberry blonde cat blinked at her, her head tilting sideways. "What?" She murmured, or maybe she hadn't said anything, she couldn't tell. Perhaps she merely mouthed the words without the correlation of sound to come with it.
Then words came flying at her, at a speed that made Swanberry think far too much about what was even asked. "Eh... Two moons? Three maybe?" All a blur, Swanberry nearly couldn't remember anything. But the pain stayed with her, of the first few kicks and the stupid headaches, that was enough to get a good amount of the chunks engraved into her skull. Then something odd happened, as if a star straight from Silverpelt decided to touch down to the earth. The pained queen let out a harsh yowl her claws unsheathing as she spat. "What the heck is that!?" She rasped, her voice straining in her effort to yell. Like a blur of starlight. Starclan. Riverwhisper.
The queen tensed, her eyebrows knitting in disbelief. She watched as he crowded himself into the den, starry fur and all, and Swanberry felt like sobbing, if she wasn't already. She would've showed him some affection in response to his own, but she was merely in awe. She'd only seen her mate in a dream, never reality after he died. It didn't seem real, it couldn't be. Jade eyes looked over to Berrypaw, attempting to get confirmation of whether or not she was dreaming. If the medicine also saw him, then maybe she wouldn't be insane.
(also, to answer your question squidz, there's no needs to constantly tag the users who rp the kits! Once or twice is enough for me :3)
| BERRYPAW |
small & nimble dark brown she-cat with darker flecks and light, leafy-green eyes | the collector
"...Lem-on?" Berrypaw echoed confusedly and slowly. What in StarClan's name is a lemon?
But she didn't get an answer, for the half-delirious (or at least dazed) queen was already going on, her jade eyes flickering as she tried to deal with the pain and the onslaught of confounding emotions and sensations. Berrypaw became more and more sure, especially when she said 'two or three moons'... ah. So it was more than likely—
Oh!
The sudden burst of light dazzled her eyes and Berrypaw blinked in shock, staggering back in surprise. She'd only ever seen StarClan cats twice, and each time they had completely taken her off guard. It took several moments for her eyes to adjust to the brightness of the starry-pelted cat that suddenly appeared; she recognized him... a RiverClan warrior. One of the ones who'd died in the raid. Her throat tightened immediately at the thought on top of her utter surprise to see him here, just now...
Oh, they must've been mates... of course. That all made sense. And only confirmed to the medicine cat apprentice that the time for kitting had certainly begun. As the initial shock ebbed away into realization, Berrypaw shook her head to clear it, letting out a shaky breath.
"You're gonna do fine. Just stay calm, and remember whatever Mistyshard taught you, alright? I believe in you."
She offered a weak, sheepish smile and a firm nod to Riverwhisper's words. She was still scared — stars, more like petrified to be doing this all on her own — but it was like the visit from the dead was something of a comfort. A sign that they were being looked over; they were going to be alright... and she could do this. Yeah... she could do this... he was right...
"T-Thank you," she whispered genuinely to Riverwhisper, dipping her head to him. Then sense and reason came back to her, and her leafy-green gaze narrowed slightly in concentration and determination, doing her best to shove down the nerves that prickled her paw pads. She had to act — now was the time. "I-I'll be right back..."
The small herbalist then raced to the herb stores, grabbing a prepared moss ball and dunking it in a nearby clean puddle. And the nearest stick she could find. She ran back over, dropping the items right next to Swanberry's muzzle for easy access. "...Here. Some water, y-you gotta stay hydrated," she instructed before racking her brain. What had Mistyshard done? Right...
Berrypaw then crouched over by Swanberry's stomach, gently massaging and kneading with small, sheathed paws, as if coaxing the kits out. She knew she probably shouldn't give the suffering cat any poppy seeds; she might get sleepy, and the last thing Berry needed was an unconscious queen actively giving birth.
"I-It'll be okay, Swanberry... I definitely think it's time for them to come, s-so... just... start pushing, like clenching your stomach, and see how that goes... o-okay...?" She mewed, pawing the stick closer to Swanberry's muzzle. "Ah... for pain," she explained softly and quietly, almost like it was a secret that if said too loud would make the queen panic as she realized it was happening.
This would be a learning experience for both of them, it seemed. At least Berrypaw had sorta seen this once before, but still. Here goes nothing...
"...Lem-on?" Berrypaw echoed confusedly and slowly. What in StarClan's name is a lemon?
But she didn't get an answer, for the half-delirious (or at least dazed) queen was already going on, her jade eyes flickering as she tried to deal with the pain and the onslaught of confounding emotions and sensations. Berrypaw became more and more sure, especially when she said 'two or three moons'... ah. So it was more than likely—
Oh!
The sudden burst of light dazzled her eyes and Berrypaw blinked in shock, staggering back in surprise. She'd only ever seen StarClan cats twice, and each time they had completely taken her off guard. It took several moments for her eyes to adjust to the brightness of the starry-pelted cat that suddenly appeared; she recognized him... a RiverClan warrior. One of the ones who'd died in the raid. Her throat tightened immediately at the thought on top of her utter surprise to see him here, just now...
Oh, they must've been mates... of course. That all made sense. And only confirmed to the medicine cat apprentice that the time for kitting had certainly begun. As the initial shock ebbed away into realization, Berrypaw shook her head to clear it, letting out a shaky breath.
"You're gonna do fine. Just stay calm, and remember whatever Mistyshard taught you, alright? I believe in you."
She offered a weak, sheepish smile and a firm nod to Riverwhisper's words. She was still scared — stars, more like petrified to be doing this all on her own — but it was like the visit from the dead was something of a comfort. A sign that they were being looked over; they were going to be alright... and she could do this. Yeah... she could do this... he was right...
"T-Thank you," she whispered genuinely to Riverwhisper, dipping her head to him. Then sense and reason came back to her, and her leafy-green gaze narrowed slightly in concentration and determination, doing her best to shove down the nerves that prickled her paw pads. She had to act — now was the time. "I-I'll be right back..."
The small herbalist then raced to the herb stores, grabbing a prepared moss ball and dunking it in a nearby clean puddle. And the nearest stick she could find. She ran back over, dropping the items right next to Swanberry's muzzle for easy access. "...Here. Some water, y-you gotta stay hydrated," she instructed before racking her brain. What had Mistyshard done? Right...
Berrypaw then crouched over by Swanberry's stomach, gently massaging and kneading with small, sheathed paws, as if coaxing the kits out. She knew she probably shouldn't give the suffering cat any poppy seeds; she might get sleepy, and the last thing Berry needed was an unconscious queen actively giving birth.
"I-It'll be okay, Swanberry... I definitely think it's time for them to come, s-so... just... start pushing, like clenching your stomach, and see how that goes... o-okay...?" She mewed, pawing the stick closer to Swanberry's muzzle. "Ah... for pain," she explained softly and quietly, almost like it was a secret that if said too loud would make the queen panic as she realized it was happening.
This would be a learning experience for both of them, it seemed. At least Berrypaw had sorta seen this once before, but still. Here goes nothing...
[Swanberry]
She, Her\Queen\28 moons\Riverclan
"Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming. Did its people want to much too?"
Baby Boomer - [ACTIVE]
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(made an oppsie when submitting the form she actually has a total of 10 kits 6 being stillborns 4 being alive lol)
Swanberry didn't want to think anymore, pain chased her at all sides and she wished to be completely numb in that very moment. But the painless sensation didn't come and Swanberry was left with her pain gnawing at her from all sides. She blinked glassy eyes at Berrypaw as the apprentice pushed something green her way. Moss? Yeah, that was moss right? She couldn't tell, she didn't want to tell, but it smelt of water so she lapped at it.
Words were spoken. They buzzed in and out of her strained ears but she caught most of the worried mews sent her way. "Thh.... Mrs." She managed, her sentence cut short from a ripple of pain. She winced and secured the stick in her jaws. So. This was it. She was giving birth and she had no idea what the heck she was doing. Fun.
She gnawed down at the stick in her jaws, her teeth grating against the wood. Push right? She need to push. But moving in any way was enough to make her wish for death, but she'd probably be worse off if she kept these kits in her. So, she had a pretty difficult choice.
...
Screw it.
She pushed and cursed at the pain. It was honestly terrible, almost made her hope she was never pregnant in the first place, but that was a terrible thought one she shamed herself for having. No, no, no. She'd love them, she'd love them all because they deserved that love, every last bit of it. Then, she felt herself lighten and the pain slightly subsided. Swanberry blinked in surprise, resisting her urge to crane her neck to see what her kit looked like, but the pain smashed back into her like a raging wave, so she pushed on. [TURTLE/SHARKKIT HAS BEEN BORN!]
Swanberry tried to distract herself as she strained, seeing as the stick wasn't doing her many favors. It was something nice to focus on, but not completely distracting. She tried to think of something, but then she felt the lightened feeling chime through her stomach once more. Okay, maybe she was getting better at this? [JASMINEKIT HAS BEEN BORN!]
The queen suddenly felt a great deal of pride surge through her dark paws despite the feeling of claws scraping at her stomach. Her kits. Those were her kits. She felt as her belly emptied more and more, thinking of their possible names as she went. [4 STILLBORNS HAVE BEEN BIRTHED] [(i dunno man. silkkit, pumpkinkit, streamkit, berrykit (there's two)]
She wasn't sure how much time had passed by now, nor how much blood she was possibly loosing, which was maybe a lot, but she didn't really feel anything. Well, she still felt pain but she couldn't smell the copper or blood. Or perhaps she was completely out of it. Then her stomach churned and lightened as it had times before. It almost felt as though she'd been here forever... [2 STILLBORNS HAVE BEEN BIRTHED!] [berrykit (told you :3) shimmerkit]
Okay... That had to have been it, right? At this point, the queen was probably sobbing uncomfortably in pain, she could feel the wet tears pelting into her fur. Though, she had a feeling that she wasn't completely done yet. She wondered how many kits she was having, how they may look, if they'd have her eyes. It soothed her worries and before she new it, the tight feeling in her stomach edged away. [BUBBLEKIT HAS BEEN BORN RUNT!] [RIPPLEKIT HAS BEEN BORN!]
Then it stopped. An odd calm after the storm. Swanberry loosened her bite on the stick and slowly lowered her forehead to the ground below. Stars, she felt like throwing up. "That's.... It?" She rasped, her voice coming out as though she was forty moons instead of twenty eight. She felt as though she just sat through an entire lifetime. "Ms. Berrypaw..." She couldn't... She wanted to sleep.
Just a white tabby kitten. Small. Defenseless. And...Cold!
He slipped into the world of the cold. It was not right. It was not good. He shivered a little as he moved all about before finding warmth against his mother's belly. It wasn't as good as his home before, but it felt right and it felt warm. It felt like a home.
Long silver-blue fur slicked to her side, not that she knew that. Her world was still dark, dark and cold. Once the tiny thing was freed from the sac she was trapped by, shrill mewling escaped her throat. She squirmed forward, following some powerful, latent instinct towards an alluring scent. The kitten didn't know that this scent was that of her mother, she didn't know what that was yet, but she instinctively knew it meant safety, warmth, and food.
She wriggled and squirmed towards this sanctuary, struggling to reach her mother's side. She wriggled through the blood stained ground, mewling helplessly until she finally felt something come in contact with her tiny paws.
[Swanberry]
She, Her\Queen\28 moons\Riverclan
"Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming. Did its people want to much too?"
Baby Boomer - [ACTIVE]
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(made an oppsie when submitting the form she actually has a total of 10 kits 6 being stillborns 4 being alive lol)
Swanberry didn't want to think anymore, pain chased her at all sides and she wished to be completely numb in that very moment. But the painless sensation didn't come and Swanberry was left with her pain gnawing at her from all sides. She blinked glassy eyes at Berrypaw as the apprentice pushed something green her way. Moss? Yeah, that was moss right? She couldn't tell, she didn't want to tell, but it smelt of water so she lapped at it.
Words were spoken. They buzzed in and out of her strained ears but she caught most of the worried mews sent her way. "Thh.... Mrs." She managed, her sentence cut short from a ripple of pain. She winced and secured the stick in her jaws. So. This was it. She was giving birth and she had no idea what the heck she was doing. Fun.
She gnawed down at the stick in her jaws, her teeth grating against the wood. Push right? She need to push. But moving in any way was enough to make her wish for death, but she'd probably be worse off if she kept these kits in her. So, she had a pretty difficult choice.
...
Screw it.
She pushed and cursed at the pain. It was honestly terrible, almost made her hope she was never pregnant in the first place, but that was a terrible thought one she shamed herself for having. No, no, no. She'd love them, she'd love them all because they deserved that love, every last bit of it. Then, she felt herself lighten and the pain slightly subsided. Swanberry blinked in surprise, resisting her urge to crane her neck to see what her kit looked like, but the pain smashed back into her like a raging wave, so she pushed on. [TURTLE/SHARKKIT HAS BEEN BORN!]
Swanberry tried to distract herself as she strained, seeing as the stick wasn't doing her many favors. It was something nice to focus on, but not completely distracting. She tried to think of something, but then she felt the lightened feeling chime through her stomach once more. Okay, maybe she was getting better at this? [JASMINEKIT HAS BEEN BORN!]
The queen suddenly felt a great deal of pride surge through her dark paws despite the feeling of claws scraping at her stomach. Her kits. Those were her kits. She felt as her belly emptied more and more, thinking of their possible names as she went. [4 STILLBORNS HAVE BEEN BIRTHED] [(i dunno man. silkkit, pumpkinkit, streamkit, berrykit (there's two)]
She wasn't sure how much time had passed by now, nor how much blood she was possibly loosing, which was maybe a lot, but she didn't really feel anything. Well, she still felt pain but she couldn't smell the copper or blood. Or perhaps she was completely out of it. Then her stomach churned and lightened as it had times before. It almost felt as though she'd been here forever... [2 STILLBORNS HAVE BEEN BIRTHED!] [berrykit (told you :3) shimmerkit]
Okay... That had to have been it, right? At this point, the queen was probably sobbing uncomfortably in pain, she could feel the wet tears pelting into her fur. Though, she had a feeling that she wasn't completely done yet. She wondered how many kits she was having, how they may look, if they'd have her eyes. It soothed her worries and before she new it, the tight feeling in her stomach edged away. [BUBBLEKIT HAS BEEN BORN RUNT!] [RIPPLEKIT HAS BEEN BORN!]
Then it stopped. An odd calm after the storm. Swanberry loosened her bite on the stick and slowly lowered her forehead to the ground below. Stars, she felt like throwing up. "That's.... It?" She rasped, her voice coming out as though she was forty moons instead of twenty eight. She felt as though she just sat through an entire lifetime. "Ms. Berrypaw..." She couldn't... She wanted to sleep.
Just a white tabby kitten. Small. Defenseless. And...Cold!
He slipped into the world of the cold. It was not right. It was not good. He shivered a little as he moved all about before finding warmth against his mother's belly. It wasn't as good as his home before, but it felt right and it felt warm. It felt like a home.
Long silver-blue fur slicked to her side, not that she knew that. Her world was still dark, dark and cold. Once the tiny thing was freed from the sac she was trapped by, shrill mewling escaped her throat. She squirmed forward, following some powerful, latent instinct towards an alluring scent. The kitten didn't know that this scent was that of her mother, she didn't know what that was yet, but she instinctively knew it meant safety, warmth, and food.
She wriggled and squirmed towards this sanctuary, struggling to reach her mother's side. She wriggled through the blood stained ground, mewling helplessly until she finally felt something come in contact with her tiny paws.
The medicine cat apprentice did her absolute best to keep under control despite her speeding heart and even speedier thoughts. So.. many.. kits. And... oh, oh stars... some of them weren't moving... it was a miracle Berrypaw wasn't seeing spots around her vision. Did she do something wrong? Why weren't they squirming or crying? Oh, no — no no no...
Quelling her panic enough to keep moving (her brain in a sort of autopilot over the sheer determination and need to get this done), Berrypaw took in shaky breaths, immediately helping nip open the little sacs around each kit and gently pawing them towards their mother's belly. When Swanberry's head sagged and the contractions ceased, Berrypaw gently nudged her, pawing the moss ball of water closer again.
"Y-Yes... that's it," she mewed, her voice shaky in a mixture of nerves and adrenaline. "You did g-great, Swanberry, uh... H-Here, drink something... a-and I know you're tired, b-but I need you to help me, okay? T-There's a lot of kits here, I'll n-need you to help... each one needs the sac around them broken with just a small nip of your teeth, a-and then you need to warm them up... lick their fur the wrong way," she explained almost breathlessly, demonstrated with the nearest tiny bundle of new life [ Ripplekit - @/goodacacia ], immediately tending to the helpless creature who was shivering. Stars... the others that weren't moving were haunting her brain, but she couldn't let that distract her — not when the ones that were definitely alive and mewling needed her help...
Berrypaw worked with trembling paws, gently guiding the moving kits towards Swanberry. She swept her tail over the still ones, panic flaring in her green gaze that she hid by shielding them from view of the queen, desperately using a mixture of her gentle paws and tongue strokes to stimulate them to life in vain, vain hope...
"...s-stars... wake up... p-please, little kits... y-you can do it..." The young apprentice urged in a soft, broken whisper, feeling desperation claw at her heart. There were so many... more than half of them absolutely still... she worked even more hurried, still gentle but panicked, silently urging the little motionless bodies to just wake up--
☆TurtleKit☆
Female | 0 Moons | RiverClan Kit | Posts: 1/10
pale cream she with gray marks around her body and green eyes
Purrks: None
Interaction For: @Marigoldwhisper
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She was warm…then cold. But one thing she knew from those first moments, she was the best. She felt more bodies join her…was she the first? Of course she was! She stayed in middle of the warm bodies around her, bundling close to her mother as to say ‘pick me! pick me! She felt…panic, but she didn’t quite know what it was for yet. She didn’t know much of anything yet. Just that she was first, that something wasn’t right, and the world was very chilly.
"now I lay as I study a blank wall" [p]
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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
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