Braveburst
[ ?? moons | She / Her / ?? | Wc Queen ]


TW: Birthing, Stillborns

Leaf-bare always had been a difficult time of the year. Death stood around the corner, ready to catch whichever cat was unlucky enough to cross its path. Snow froze young kittens to this very death, and sickened elders into their graves. Braveburst never liked leaf-bare for that very reason. She had seen too much death envelop this very season. But the pregnancy she had bore for the past two moons promised to change this. It had been a difficult pregnancy for the queen, if anything because of her personal feelings; she had been overjoyed, of course! But felt rounder than plump mouse in its winter-sleep, and heavier than a badger, lugging around a belly that foretold a large litter for her and her mate to raise. Her mate whom she hadn't seen in days. Braveburst didn't fool herself; this was how the season of cold went. And though the pain ached her heart into breaking, her sole comfort was his kittens. The one she would have to raise with stories of their father.

The birth of her litter hadn't been easy. She was a prideful cat, and that was the only reason why she hadn't called for their skilled medic even when others prompted her to. She wanted to do this by herself, and maybe that had been a mistake. For none of them survived. None, but one. She felt exhausted; on the verge of passing out, her body damp from the effort that had been put into bringing these young into the world. The struggle; small smears of blood covered the dirtied nest and stillborn kittens that lay discarded aside. She felt too weak to look at them, too hurt. Her only focus was her surviving little boy. Her darling son. With the strength she had left, Braveburst curled herself around the little body, hoping to beckon him close to her heart. Hers. The baby was hers. She would never let anything happen to her precious little boy.

"Robin... Robinkit."
She named him for the colours that reminded her of this lovely little bird; a fog in her mind seeing him just as that. A fragile little bird. Hers to nurture and hers to protect. His siblings hadn't survived; none of them did. Some malformed, others plain dead; another queen would help her bury them. Right now, all that mattered was him.
"Nothing.. will ever. happen.. to you."
She whispered to him her promise.


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he / they . 4 moons . windclan kit

a smaller, tri-color kit with very fluffy fur. his pelt is full of greys, browns, golds, and white, and he has blue eyes.
purrks ; none yet! | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | questioning gender/sexuality

└> . . . @Alchemist Kitsune ; @phoenix :3 sorry this was so late

crowkit was bored with a capital B. he doesn't really like the snow, and would much, MUCH prefer to be cozied up in the nursery with his siblings and dad, or maybe playing mossball with the other kits in the nursery. as far as he knew, gracks and egres liked the snow more than him, and he didn't LIKE that, because that meant they all went out into the snow and played without him while he was stuck in the stupid dupid nursery.

crow lazily watches as egretkit defeats an enemy mossball, and he has half a mind to pop off his nest and go help her crime fighting. slowly, he rolls off, flumping down on to the moss floor. he remembers that the big guy who crow was named after had made good on his promise to make it lots warmer in here, and he makes a silent note in his head to pounce on crows and thank him when he sees the deputy next. his mission to help egres defeat the enemy mossball is thwarted when it's thrown at him, and crow makes a sleepy annoyed noise.

' egres!! why would you do that!!! that's so mean 'n not fai- OH MY GOSH GRAMMA DAPPLE!! ' crowkit quickly recovers from the utter offense that is the mossball hit, following closely behind his sister as she speeds towards the fury. once he arrives, he skids around so he won't hit his grandma, before plopping himself down next to egretkit. his eyes shimmer with delight, head tilted up towards dapplebreeze.

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" never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted
just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect "