Mother May I [P]

[roo!]

Sparrowfur - she/her - 20 moons
Beefed Up I - ACTIVE
Baby Boomer - IN USE

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A sudden sharp pain surged through Sparrowfur's body-- it was like no pain she had ever felt before. She had earned scars, she had felt claws against her skin, but this was a totally different category. Anguish she had never felt before. She was terrified, she was aching, she felt alone.

But oh,

Then she wasn't

Four loud mewls. Four beautiful kits. They were all so perfect. The molly was overcome with a warmth that she couldn't describe. A fierce protection, a teary embrace. The warm bodies moved close against her full stomach. Against her full heart.

There were five kits.

Five! Stars, how exciting! So many kits to name! She was eternally grateful that she and Yarrowcrest had thought of so many, and now they finally had faces to go along with the names. Five wonderful kits. Five wonderful new lives she would get to share with. It was all so perfect she had forgotten. Only four were mewling.

She lapped and lapped and lapped until she left as though she might swallow the poor kit. It did not move. It was starting to feel cold to the touch. She pushed her muzzle close to the still kit and prayed. She prayed like never before. Though, it was more like a desperate plea than a prayer. But then again, what is a prayer if not a cry?

Please Starclan, have mercy.

There was nothing she could do. The stars had decided to take one of her own before she had the chance to love them. Her worst nightmare was coming true. Sparrowfur cluthed the remaining kits close to her, before Starclan could touch their perfect pelt with such cold and wretched claws. There was still life. There was still hope. Stars be damned, she would not let these kits go without a fight.

[WHEW HOPE THIS WAS OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! med cats- @Omari / @rudolph]
[ the kits - @Dust / @FrostyGalaxy / @Starfall / @/Omari ]
[pahpa - @silver.]

[silver.]

yarrowcrest // he/him // 20 moons
purrks: mind reader [INACTIVE], flock together tier 1 [INACTIVE]

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It was time! After waiting what felt like an eternity, here they were in the medicine cat den, his beloved Sparrowfur in more pain than he could ever imagine. Seeing her face contort and her body struggle made his heart ache but he knows there was nothing anyone could do about it. Thus was the pain of birthing a litter. He didn't have any firsthand experience with kitting until now so each and every yowl of pain had him on edge. One kit, two kits... Then another, and another... And another?! Five?! So many more than he was expecting! Proudly-- and nervously, of course-- he looks over the five bundles of wet fur as his mate begins to groom them clean.

Until she's licking madly at one in particular. One that did not cry. Or wriggle. Eerily still. Eerily... Lifeless.

Yarrowcrest was worried this would happen. Worried that one or more of them wouldn't make it past their first night. Being prepared for it lessened he pain only slightly, his nose moving to press into the lifeless little one while Sparrowfur held the other four close. He knows she must be hurting. Must blame herself for things neither of them could control. So he moves to press his muzzle into the top of her head, offer a few comforting licks to the fur between her ears.

"You did great, Sparrowfur... It's okay."

sparrowfur | @roo! // wormkit | @Dust // locustkit | @FrostyGalaxy // mothkit | @Starfall // cricketkit @Omari