[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Mystical

Weaselshade was out of breath by the time he reached the nursery. He wanted to make sure that he checked on Thea every day or every other day, and he had a patrol in a few minutes, so had gone as fast as he could to reach the nursery. When he entered, it seemed like a perfectly normal day to him, as though he was going to be there for a little while and leave. But what he saw shocked him. Lying in front of Thea were three kits. Small and skinny as they were at birth, but each of them beautiful. When Weaselshade reached Thea's side, he asked "Did you name them yet?" Though he appeared as if he didn't care, Weaselshade desperately wanted the answer to be no. He wanted to name at least one of the kits. He would let her name the other two, he just wanted to name one. To Weaselshade patrols no longer mattered, nothing else in the world did. Only the kits. The whole world could be calling his name and he wouldn't care. Only the kits mattered. They were beautiful, every one of them, to him, there could be nothing more beautiful than them. Their small colorful bodies, one of them dark, against his siblings light cream and white streaks. One of them fluffy, like him, while the other two's fur seemed short. Two of them looked like their mother, one looked like him, but that didn't matter either. Because all of them were special. All of them were beautiful. All of them were perfect.

The unnamed kit who had a good side and a bad side even at birth, did not take kindly to being jostled around. She knew that the one doing it was right beside her, so she pushed up against him. She needed space and warmth as well as he. That was something he needed to understand. She did not take kindly to his ways.

Originally Posted by Crybaby (At the Disco)

(hhh trying to remember what the hec Clearkit looked like...hh smol Thea)

The unnamed she-kit, with a whitish pelt resembling her mother, was clearly not standing up for herself much. She let the unnamed tom push her aside, but continued to suckle, not wanting to seem totally helpless. She squeaked occasionally, her eyes shut tight and ears pinned down. Warmth seeped into her pelt, both from her mother and her siblings, and tiny purrs vibrated from her throat. She was content, despite being slightly pushed by the tom-kit, though a bit confused to where she was.

Humming ever so softly, the drained new mother continued to gently nose her newborns, feeling the tickle on her nose from their shaded pelts. One of the kits looked like her, albeit a lot darker than her appearance. Instead of her light creamy pelt, the Tom kit obtained more of a chocolate-drop coloring. Nonetheless, he looked mighty handsome, but only if he could act that way. Thea tried to soothingly lick her antic son to calm him down, but he continued to thrash around and try to dominate his sisters. The queen's eyes than caught hold on a little light fawn colored she kit. Though tiny, Thea immediately caught on that this little girl was, indeed, Weaselshade's daughter. She could had been the complete doppelgänger of her old man. It made Thea's heart churn for a second as she stared at her second eldest. Almost like...his little silhouette. Then, Thea's eyes rested on her own little doppelgänger. The smallest of the bunch, and a pelt color that blended in with Thea's own creamy luxury. Was this...was this how motherhood first started? When you nursed your own kits, and hearing their little squeaks of protest? The feline laid her head down, shifting her position a bit to give her daughters' more access to milk since their brother was being a little devil. She was ready to lull to bed, but a rushing sound made her ears perk. So, she lifted her head m, unconsciously drawing her tail to wrap around her kittens in case it was a threat. Instead, it was the father of her kittens, so Thea relaxed, gazing down at her little ones and loosely unwrapping her tail from them so Weaselshade could have a better look at them. Thea wasn't even looking at the Tom, she was too caught with her three miracles. "...no, I waited for you," she replied, rather dreamily as she nosed the little she kit at the end. Thea already had plenty of inspirations for names, and she was ready to give them their names, but since this was a joyous day - for the both of them - Thea looked up at the male, her eyes large rounded moons of glistening sparkles. "Did you have any ideas?" Her voice was hushed, almost whispering like it was a secret only the two of them could handle. That was already bad enough, the molly was emotional during her entire term, and now that her term was over with - she was still emotional! Maybe, it was because she was extremely drained of energy, and simply wanted to sleep. So, she laid her head down once again, and slithered her blue gaze to the Tom, expectantly. .

If the other kit wanted to push on him, you best believe this unnamed Tom kit was gonna retaliate. With little force, as he wasn't a strong one, but he was ferocious - in the womb, and out. These new surroundings...this new comfort, it was considered overwhelming to him. He needed space. All the space he could get, and these other two disasters weren't needed. Since, he was practically still a newborn; considered harmless, he continued to lash around. He squeaked in protest. Whenever he felt his mother's nose sliding soothingly against his fur, it calmed him down, only a tiny bit, but he immediately went back to squeaking whenever that comfort left and was shared equally among his sisters.