Pain, Flowers, And Snakes (Private, Kitting Thread!)
(First of all, brief rundown. @Moondew has not been active lately, like, at all. So, I'm saying that Wisteria's Twolegs kicked Adder out, and have kept Wisty stuck in the garden. She recently escaped to the broken, abandoned barn, and is having her kits there. So, Adder's Poison has been separated from her mate, and if @/Moondew comes back, then they will reunite. But for now, Wisteria will raise the kits on her own.)
Wisteria was tired, she was cold, and she was hungry. Adder's Poison, her beautiful mate, was kicked away by her Twolegs, and the Kittypet hadn't seen her since. The puffy, white and pale yellow she-cat was curled in a ball, in the warmest corner of the anbandoned barn, fluffy tail tight around her swollen belly. Adder hadn't seemed pleased when Wisty told her she was expecting.. And now the pretty she-cat wouldn't know if her mate would ever accept it. No. She would stay positive! Wisteria would see her Beautiful Venom agai-arghhhhh!
The pretty white she sat up quickly, bending over into herself, excruciating pain shooting through her from her belly. Wait... It was moving, far more than usual. The Kittypet gasped, and stumbled backwards a bit, into a slightly more sheltered, darker corner behind her. Curling up on the straw, Wisteria panted, breath coming in short, panicked gasps. This was supposed to be easier... She was supposed to have her mate with her. Suddenly, more pain shot through her, and it continued, each wave more painful than the last.
She yowled, pushing through the pain as best she could. But Wisteria was a Kittypet, and pain was not something she was used to. With a pained growl, the pale, fluffy she-cat pushed like her life depended on it (it might..) and finally, after a few long, agonizing minutes, the first kit slid out. And with it, some blood. For once, the Kittypet ignored it, and guided solely by her motherly instincts, already strong, Wisteria reached over and brought the first kit to her belly, soothing it with licks. Another wave of pain came, and this time, after about five minutes of pain, two kits slid out with the push, making the blood a little larger. She wasn't bleeding too much, but the Kittypet didn't know anything about herbs, so it could potentially be dangerous.
With a pained shudder, Wisty dragged the kits over, and they had only just started suckling, when the next kit arrived. And then the next. Hopefully, that was all. Because she screamed. A loud, pained scream, that tore up her throat. Shuddering, taking deep, gulping breaths, the pretty she-cat brought the last two to her belly, before collapsing, utterly exhausted. The blood pool around her tail and belly grew slightly larger, but she was too tired to move out of it. So, she closed her golden eyes, just halfway, and let the kits suckle.
Re: Pain, Flowers, And Snakes (Private, Kitting Thread!)
Widow ♠ He / She / They { Any } ♠ Ex-kitty-pet
Widow had been patrolling, as she often was. With the influx in aggressive clan behaviors many outsiders showed up hurt or injured, and Spider being the tom he was, wanted them all in so they could heal up. It's not that Widow minded, it just... was never their style, but he'd do anything for his beloved Spider.
That's when the tortie heard it, a scream. Eh? What was that? Another scream of pain followed. Someone must be in trouble? The large cat shot forward, their gaze locked on the barn doors as they burst in, eyes quickly scanning the dimly lit barn. That's when it hit them, the scent of blood- Oh no- He was too late-
That's when he heard it, the mewling of kits. It was unmistakable, not that Widow would know, none of his kits had ever made a noise when they were born. The outsider shook their head, this wasn't the time to mope over the past though, she had a job.
Widow's ears stayed perked, swivelling as he searched for the source of the mewling, that's when she saw her. A gasp escaped the cats maw as she made her way over "You- Are... are you alright?" Stars... there was a lot of blood... not enough to worry about death, but enough that Widow might have to do something to stop it.
"Do you need help?" They asked, though figured the answer was yes, they'd still wait for some kind of response. Their gaze flicked down to the kits for a moment, they seemed alive and healthy for the most part, well that's what he thought until he noticed one was barely moving, was it even breathing?
Widow's whiskers twitched as they leaned down, sniffing at the kit, eyes widening. She grabbed the kit with a paw beginning to lick at the kit, applying gentle pressure to the kit's back "come on, come on, come on" They murmured to themself, focussed only on the kit.
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Bay ♥ He / Him ♥ Outsider
Warm... dark... safe... It was wonderful. This was the life, he never had to do anything, just simply exist. Bay felt something... movement. why? Suddenly it was cold and unfamiliar... hard to breathe actually. He quietly wheezed, was this what living was? It kind of hurt, his tiny lungs begged for air but all he could do was helplessly gasp.
That's when he was grabbed, warm paws touching him. Breathing was... harder... his gasps has weakened, the sounds around him began to further muffle. The world he'd just been brought into faded away, that's when he sputtered back to life. Taking his first real breath, though it came out more as a deep gasp. After that it was... easier though. He couldn't see but began to slowly squirm his way toward the scent of milk. He wasn't far... but it felt like miles to the tiny newborn.
Re: Pain, Flowers, And Snakes (Private, Kitting Thread!)
♡ Coast ♡
she/her | bisexual
nurturing - kind - observant "It's crazy what you'll do for a friend,”
A white body slid out, golden flecks scattered about their pelt. It was dark, warm and sweet, but very very dark. The she-kit began to wail as it was lifted and brought to towards the comforting scent of milk and mother. The golden and white kit mewed, cuddling up to the bundles of fur at her side. What was this feeling? She nuzzled into her mom's belly trying to get closer to the warmth as she suckled.
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Rattle
He/him/his — 0 Moons — Outsider
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A startled mewl wracked his body as he was thrust violently from the warmth. With a weak tilt of his head, he’d fall against the ground, fur flattened in fervor. Yet through his struggle he could hear the pulsing hearts of his family around him guiding him closer. With a strained effort, he dragged himself towards his mother, resting against the teeming bodies next to him. A soft sigh escaped him as he pressed firmly against her, his feeble wails drowning into the night.
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Re: Pain, Flowers, And Snakes (Private, Kitting Thread!)
Cobra laid there, squirming and struggling
(Cobra is being adopted out, or may be stillborn)
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Re: Pain, Flowers, And Snakes (Private, Kitting Thread!)
Cobra ♠ He / Him ♠ Outsider kitten
Cobra struggled, pushing past his siblings, not caring for or really concerning himself with his brother's tiny barely breathing form. He wanted out of this... cold. Was this freedom? Stars it was awful...
The tan tabby felt a shiver run down his spine, a squeal escaping his maw as he felt a large paw pushing him away from Bay and toward Wisteria's belly. Cobra lashed out a tiny paw toward the paw ushering him forward, a pitiful hiss escaping past his lips.
The unnamed kit squirmed. It had been dark and silent- Now, it was blinding, but still silent. He squealed, a harsh sound, but it frightened him that he couldn't hear it. What was happening? The tan-coloured tom calmed down slightly when a warm paw lifted him to a warm place- it was soft and fluffy, but there were numerous other bodies crowding the space. He kneaded his small paws against his mother's belly, and started to suckle, ears flat by his head.
Wisteria was tired, but she was still alert. Not caring in the slightest about the blood, not now. It was a wonder the Kittypet -no, ex kittypet- had even noticed she was bleeding. A strange smell reached her nose- The queen wrinkled it, tail curling in disgust. It smelled weird. And Wisty didn't like that. But because she was unused to scenting for dangers, the newly loner-ed loner only noticed when Widow was in the door and attacking her kit. Well, she wasn't, but the fluffy white queen was tired, hungry, in pain, and deeply on edge.
Was she alright? Was she alright?? "No, I am not!" Wisteria said. It wasn't quite a snarl- Even now the queen couldn't bring herself to sound so feral- But it was close. "What are you doing to my kit!" The queen snapped, pulling it away from Widow and closer to herself. She bared her teeth. It was then that the puffy white and pale yellow queen noticed that he wasn't quite breathing properly. But after the loner had gotten him... He was fine, and now happily suckling at her belly with her others.
Still wary, but not outright hostile, Wisteria eyed the dark loner. "...Apologies. Who are you." She said, rather flatly, tail tight around her kits. The she-cat was raw from losing her mate, and scared from the loss of blood that was now brought to her attention. She was pale. Not too pale, but enough that it was noticeable. Her golden eyes fluttered, half-closing for a second before Wisty snapped herself back awake. "I'm Wisteria."
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Widow ♠ He / She / They { Any } ♠ Ex-kitty-pet
Widow narrowed her eyes but stayed silent at Wisteria's remark, it's not like Wisty was in any shape to fight so arguing was useless "He's fine- probably- Don't worry" He said with a soft sigh, glancing back toward Wisteria, the bleeding seemed to be stopping on it's own at least, this is what Widow assumed, but the pain was... probably something that should be dealt with.
Widow didn't really have any real medicinal knowledge, just prior birth experience. Hm. Uh... Widow's gaze scanned the barn for anything, before swallowing "I... know a place... it's not too far from here- the two-legs can help you... it helped me when I showed up injured- She let me go and will do the same for you- probably i think- if... if she doesn't I'll get captured alongside you and help you escape" They said, flashing a nervous smile "I... I can get my husband to help me carry you and your kits to the two-leg" She said with a sigh "I... think you will be fine bleeding-wise... but I can't do anything to help with the pain... i've... heard poppyseeds can be used for pain but I don't... know for sure..." She frowned "I promise you though, I mean no harm to you or your kits- I was just checking out the land when I heard you- My name's Widow" She finally said, realizing he'd been over explaining instead of giving the queen her name.
"You're a kitty-pet right? Why're you out here?" They asked, tilting their head, would her own two-legs help? or were they bad two-legs like her former one had been.
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Bay ♥ He / Him ♥ Outsider
Bay squirmed amongst his siblings, feeling particularly drawn to a very similar looking kitten, though Bay did not know this yet. The cream tom crawled closer to Coast, settling in next to her before finding a place by his mother to suckle, blissfully unaware of the outside drama.
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Cobra ♠ He / Him ♠ Outsider
Cobra squirmed in next to the rest of his siblings, settling in between Bay and Rattle. He laid his head on Rattle's head as he began nursing, kneading gently at his mother's belly with one paw and his brother's shoulder with the other. His tiny thorn sharp claws gently dug into fur as he squeaked and mewled.
Pain, Flowers, And Snakes (Private, Kitting Thread!)
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