The fluffy white-and gray molly inhaled and exhaled shakily as the rushing waves of rolling pain began to ebb away, as she finally birthed the last of her kits. The young molly had given birth to three little kits, they were rather petite, having come earlier and far more swiftly than she ever would have expected. Fortunately, they were merely a week or so early, therefore any complications they might face would be mild and non-life threatening. It might make them more susceptible to mild sickness and such, but other than that they were healthy and brimming with life.
Snowdove reached down and began to gently lap at the damp fur of her little tom, the last to be born, to clean him up and get him dry and warm alongside his siblings. The newest Queen of the nursery felt her heart skip aching beats within her chest as she stared at the little tom, she couldn't help but see his father in him. She missed the tom that had helped her through her ordeal. Though they had mated by no choice of their own, she still cared for him. Yet he had stayed behind because he believed that he would be unable to survive the trek and living in the wild after.
Therefore, Snowdove reluctantly said her farewells to him and started out on a lone journey after he had taken her halfway. Though having been sans a leg, she had made it back to Windclan just in time. No one else had been present for the birth of the kits, aside from the other Queens and the Medicine Cat. Snowdove had gone into labor very early in the morning, and most of her kin and her clanmates had been asleep.
She didn't wake them because there was no time. The kits were coming fast and therefore she had no choice but to ask another Queen to fetch Quiethawk. Her first two kits, the she-kits, had come fast, though the tom had taken his sweet time. She had started to fret for her last kit when it took so long for him to come, but now that he was finally here- she could rest easy knowing all was well.
"Oh!"
A meow of surprise caught Snowdove's attention and she turned her head towards the nursery entrance just in time to see a piece of prey flop to the ground after it had fallen out of cream-and-orange she-cat's mouth. A soft smile spread itself across her maw as she regarded her young sibling Poppyblaze. It wasn't a shock that Poppyblaze was already up and about, the feisty she-cat was an early riser, much more than most.
"Poppyblaze! I've had my kits, there are three of them, aren't they just beautiful?" Snowdove breathed out, her chest warm and fuzzy with a love she had never known before. "Go on and get everyone, so they can see the newest members of our kin."
Poppyblaze nodded, beaming as she picked up the piece of prey and dashed over to Snowdove to place it next to her nest. She then leaned down and lightly tapped one of the kits against their little head with her nose, "They're perfect, sister. Wait here, I'll be back in a blaze!~" She turned away and bolted out of the Nursery and headed to the Warrior's den.
Once she arrived in the den, she called out for Goldenrose, "Mom! Mom wake up! Get everyone else, Snowdove kitted!~"
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Edited: Feb 15, 2022
A Flutter, A Misty Morning, And a Quiet Song Through The Gorse. {{Snowdove+Open Rp}}
A Flutter, A Misty Morning, And a Quiet Song Through The Gorse. {{Snowdove+Open Rp}}
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She was smiling softly as she looked down at the little newborns, letting out a soft hum before she turned her chin to lightly rasp her tongue over the back of Snowdove’s head. Her daughter had done such a good job giving birth to her first litter, smiling gently as she pressed the side of her muzzle against the side of her daughters head. “You did such a great job.” Goldenrose hummed lightly, her green eyes laid upon her new grandkits, purring softly at the sight of them. Goldenrose adored kittens. “Of course, you won’t. I think you are stronger than you’ve ever been.” She said softly, her eyes briefly roaming towards the vacant space of Snowdove’s missing hind leg.
Eyes turned down towards the little cream and white kit, smiling softly to learn the little darling was a Molly. “Mothkit.” She said softly, gaze softening as her eyes then turned towards the dark grey and white little she-kit. “Mistkit.” She purred, echoing the names of her grandkits with fondness as she looked down at a dusty brown tom with dark brown and black specks all along his flank. “Gorsekit.. you’ve truly chosen perfect names.” Goldenrose smiled. Eyes lifted towards Poppyblaze as her daughter promised to look after them. Ears twitching as she gave her child a soft smile before looking down at the kittens. “They have one of the best aunts looking after them.” Goldenrose purred, turning her chin to gently kiss her daughters ear. “Congratulations Snowdove, they are simply beautiful.” She purred.
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