[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by starfall

@Noire @Slash-GNR @mony @TehDerpyShoelace

It was time. It had finally come. The white molly let out a huff as she waddled into the nursery, her soft, plump stomach almost touching the ground. Her kits were coming. Within a few moments Sheepface layed herself down in a soft looking nest and grabbed a nearby stick "Oh goodness, oh Great Starclan I'm terrified. Okay, here we go Sheepface, it's just me I can do this though." she told herself, her tail twitching with worry. Her green hues flashed with pain. The time had come.

~Time Skip~

She was exhausted, out of breath, but she was proud of herself. She did it. Sheepface pulled her kits close to her stomach with her tail and smiled sweetly down upon them. She was so proud of them, so excited to raise them, and so ready to love them with all of her heart. After a few seconds of just staring at her bundles of joy she let out a small gasp, she still had to name them. Her green hues danced with contemplation and worry, could she do it? Even though it was just name she felt an immense amount of pressure. She looked at the two kits that looked just like their father, silver with white specks. She sniffed and smiled, nudging the first Tom gently with her nose "I'll name you Slickkit. Then I'll name you...lambkit." she purred. She then looked at the kits that looked like her, she let out another purr "And then as for you three I'll name you.... Nightkit, Snowykit and....Sugarkit." she purred as she nudged her son in the direction of her stomach. She was proud, she could already tell that they would grow up to do great things.

Upon hearing his mothers soothing voice the Tom nudged closer to his mothers stomach, suckling the milk that she provided. He could feel other warm bodies lying next to him, squishing him. He began to wiggle around, hoping to create some space for himself. But alas it did not work, not only did his siblings scoot closer, they were practically lying on top of him. This greatly annoyed the Tom.

The world was dark. But felt warm. The ground was hard...was this the ground? The small tom-kit did not know. The only thing he did know was that he was moving something, making small mews as he pushed around, blind and deaf. He of nothing, of no one, but he felt the other bodies. The other furs that were near his, and as his thoughts were forming at this age, he pushed himself further until he got to where he wanted. Where was he trying to go? On instinct, he felt small nudges, pushing him closer to something much warmer. Something that truly felt like love. His mouth opened wide, and he latched onto the teat that provided a warm substance to travel down his throat. Whatever it was, it was delicious. The tom wanted more of it. He suckled vigorously, and stopped momentarily, mewing out loud nothings until he latched back on, sucking once more.

The tom grew restless, and he again started to stagger about, feeling over the small bodies of the warmth that filled the air. Though he didn’t know he was climbing on top of them, or anywhere near them. But, he made sure that he was at another part, not knowing where he was or what he was doing. He was still near the sudden love that washed upon him. He wished he could latch his mouth to suckle again. To feel that warm substance going down his throat once more. Where was it anyway? Oh, what had he done to get rid of it? The tom-kit turned a direction, and instantly bumped into the furry stomach that he will come to know as his mother. As he felt her love once again, he latched onto a teat and begin nursing again. He could feel the others jabbing him in his side, and he let out small mewing noises--whether they were out of annoyance, or out of love would never be known. At this very moment, the only thing that mattered was that he was covered in warmth and he had this delicious source of goodness travelling down his maw.