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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The High Priestess ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

 

❦ Wails and whimpers do white hot pain rippled through the balmy summer air which hung in thin humid wisp around them, the summer day had hazed over into a blurred cacophony as kits and queens filtered out and more and more felines seemed to filter in, a mask of medical detachment snapped over his worry twinged expression which once again settled into a calm neutral state - comforting with a professionalism of separation. Mossy hues flicked over Mothcloud’s writhing from, waiting and watching as he slipped over to place a diligent paw gingerly on the queen’s wriggling stomach… something felt wrong… fundementally wrong as the small bodies within the ginger spotted mollies body tried and fail to slip easily from the warm embrace of their mother and into the cold caress of a harsh world. Stepping away the freckled tom’s gaze remained trained ever so cautiously on the kitting queen, a foot slipped from her and the bloody pain became adamantly and starkly clear, bitter and logical assumptions had becomes cold reality as the first kit attempted to wriggle itself free and out… yet… it remained almost locked within its mother as if it were too big or she was too small, hind legs kicked in an attempt to escape and Mothcloud moved to sit on her haunches, a better position for the tight situation at paw. Attention flicked momentarily to the large, onyx pelted tom that slunk into the nursery to comfort his mother, he was utterly in the way but if this would help Mossfreckle would let the tom be as long as he didn’t bumble around and get into every place he shouldn’t be, removing himself from his peripherals with a shake of his angular head to clear his reeling starry mind, [B]”Do you think you can stand? It may be best to stand and walk around to see if they loosen up. From what I felt and have seen, the kits - at least the first one - is coming out hind legs first rather than head first as they should be, if it dosen’t come out naturally after walking, I will have to work to pull it out which may have some issues but nothing to permanent… I will say that it’s probably best that after this kitting you don’t have anymore litters for your own safety… this one is going to take its toll,”[/I] his tone was curt and his words were explanatory, never rude but never beating around the bush.

❦ One eye trained on Mothcloud the medicine cat moved to address the welcome and somewhat welcome third parties that where standing in various levels of usefulness in the space around him in the small now blood scented, bramble den, ”Fallenmoon, since you are here help your mother stand up and walk around,” oriental ears pressed down as his star marked brown canted over a lanky shoulder, ”Grouse, make sure he doesn’t drop her. Thank you for standing guard. Pay attention so you can see what happens, please, you can ask questions after if need be but this lesson is hands on and I don’t have the time to explain every little thing, I trust you enough to learn it regardless,” foresight switched form dark and spotted pelts to pristine white - slightly ruffled from the situation - ”Nightshiver, is there anything you can think of right now? Also, I want you to take care of the kits once they come out, when all are out I’ll help you but I want your paws on them and rubbing because I doubt all will be in perfect condition… this situation is less than ideal…” the last bit was more mumbled to himself as the herbalist shuffled moss beneath his paws in silent and utterly new preparation for the possibility and likelihood of what was next come.

{ @ChromeSilver_Hwaa ~ Mothcloud // Fallenmoon } { @Estelle ~ Nightshiver } { @redshiftreign ~ Grouse }