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Post by busybee on May 26, 2024 18:23:12 GMT -5
 Florastorm
⤁ Forest-With Rowanfire ladylantsov ⬽
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 She was feeling weak already. How much longer would this go on? Would she have the strength to make it through it all? Then she saw her kit. Her beautiful, gorgeous daughter nuzzled into her father next to her, and she felt a surge of strength. She could do this, she would do this, for her kits, for her mate, for herself. Forcing herself to at least sit up while she was laying down she took a few deep breaths, trying to catch her breath as she braced herself for the next pain, no kit came with it. She let out a low groan, hanging her head with the stick loosely gripped in her jaws as she fought to keep her strength, waiting for the next contraction with a forced patience. With the next pain came a small calico kit. |
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Post by ladylantsov on May 26, 2024 19:19:47 GMT -5
|| Sorry my iPad is dead, so my coding will be really ugly till morning 
busybee | Florastorm
With each moment that passed Rowanfire was sickeningly aware that his mate was growing weaker. The metallic smell of blood clung to the air and was beginning to stain the mossy floor underfoot. While only lightly for now, but he knew that if this wasn’t over and quickly, that they were going to be in trouble.
The father leans closer to her, lapping gently at her grey brow. “You’re doing amazingly my love,” he promises her, tail stroking gentle patterns up and down her spasming flanks. “Just a little longer and this will all be over.”
He could only pray his words were the truth.
Another spasming shudder, and he is the father to a second daughter, somehow even smaller than the first. “Hello little darling,” he greets the calico, lifting her up by the scruff as gently as he dare. This little one, already fiesty, apparently has no need for her father’s help. Her squirming quickly breaks the kitting sac open herself, and she mewls furiously as Rowanfire leans down to lick and nuzzle her. “A second daughter, my love,” he informs Florastorm, nuzzling her ears with all the adoration he can muster. Before letting the newest kit nuzzle into place against his chest beside her sister.
Starclan let this be over soon.
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busybee
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Post by busybee on May 26, 2024 19:21:31 GMT -5
XDXD
Sorry Rowanfire. Two more, and the last one has a surprise))
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Post by busybee on May 26, 2024 19:30:34 GMT -5
Florastorm
⤁ Forest-With Rowanfire ladylantsov ⬽
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Everything was wavy at the edges of vision but she forced herself on, not even realizing as the next few pains came and passed, her exhaustion becoming predominant now. She slumped down, unable to hold herself up any longer, her muzzle coming to lay close by her mate, close to her two daughters. She breathed in their scents. Her kits, she was a mother now. What about that? It made her heart swell and for a split moment she forgot what was going on, until the next pain hit and she groaned out, the stick still clamped in her jaws as she lay slumped there, saving all of her remaining strength for when the next pain hit and she pushed. They were greeted by another gray tabby.
((XDXD. I also just realized that Marshkit and Fogkit are both longfurred. So far they all follow long gray fur though. Croakkit the only one with short right now. I don't know what fur length Sunkit has so.
𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X]
You guys around by the way? Gonna need you when this is over and they manage to get her and the kits back to camp. Though she probably won't be good to move until after a medicine cat takes a look at her.))
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Post by ladylantsov on May 26, 2024 19:36:59 GMT -5
busybee | Florastorm
Rowanfire tends quickly to the dark grey furred little one, this one is less eager to acclimatise to the world than its sisters had. Rowanfire has to nuzzle and lick at the kitten furiously to get it to respond, “Come on sweetheart,” he murmurs, trying to hide his panic from his mate, ears flattened with concentration.
Finally he is rewarded by the sweet sound of his little one’s first mewls. He leans down to inspect the little one, and grins as he tells his mate she has a son. But his smile fades when he realises just how weakened she is.
“You’ve got to stay with me, Florastorm,” he meows, practically an order. He licks at her cheek, reminding her that he’s right beside her, that their little ones need her. “They’re so beautiful my dear, come on, sweetheart, open your eyes for me, look at them.”
Beneath him his muscles coil, his heart racing in the cage of his chest.
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 26, 2024 19:48:07 GMT -5
(What order are they born in? Too many gray ones for me to remember lol)
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Post by ladylantsov on May 26, 2024 19:52:26 GMT -5
|| Think it’s Marsh, Sun, Fog & Croak
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Post by busybee on May 26, 2024 19:56:11 GMT -5
Yep, they're born Marsh, Sun, Fog, and Croak
Which mean Croak is next. He's the big boy who's causing all of the issues. He's about to cause more issues and his momma already weak))
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 26, 2024 19:58:08 GMT -5
{ i'm here! if need be i guess we'll have to poof Finchpaw back to camp? }
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Post by tumblepaw on May 26, 2024 20:02:23 GMT -5
Sunkitjust born outside of camp | with her parents
kit ~ she/her ~ 1 minute old Confusion and fear. One moment she’s content and the next she’s not. Seeminly someplace new. The kit squirms around a bit, claws out in fear and tearing open something. Suddenly she’s cold and feels soaked. She grows quiet after the sudden chill hits her.
Then she feels warmth. Something licking her. She eagerly crawls over to the source. So much warmth. She nuzzles in immediately and drifts off to sleep.
Happy birthday, Sunkit!
Daddy cat mistook her fear for being feisty. Because Sunkit is shy and quiet. Either that or she was upset for being kicked out of her old womb! XD
Sorry, guys. I have no idea how to rp a newborn kit being born without making it PG-13 or R rated. Birth is disgusting, and I say this after assisting and witnessing several. Afterwards is wonderful though.
Since it was asked, Sunkit has short hair. Poor thing is the only non-gray one. XD
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Post by ladylantsov on May 26, 2024 20:05:27 GMT -5
|| Sorry
and imagine how Rowanfire feels 😂 these kits seem to be by the milkman
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Post by tumblepaw on May 26, 2024 20:10:30 GMT -5
|| Sorry
and imagine how Rowanfire feels 😂 these kits seem to be by the milkman
Poor Rowanfire must be so confused. Two kits look like mom, one looks like mom’s sister. Why don’t any look like him? |
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Post by busybee on May 26, 2024 20:56:48 GMT -5
Florastorm
⤁ Forest-With Rowanfire ladylantsov ⬽
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She was grateful, beyond grateful, that her mate was by her side. Her love for him was as strong as his for her and that was what partly kept her going now, that and the extreme need to finish this, to bring her kits into this world and stay strong so she could meet them. Pain engulfed her entire body, everything aching and burning, her fur messy and the air in the makeshift shelter thick and damp around them. With the next several pains she kept trying to push, again and again and again. Straining as much as she could for what felt like the millionth time to her she began to worry and fear once more, the fear driving her to try and sit up once more. "No. Please no." She shifted back and forth, still trying but nothing seemed to work, no way she turned seemed to help and time was moving painfully on, she knew that she had to get them out, they wouldn't survive if she didn't. "They're stuck, Rowanfire, help. Please help," she sobbed out, not even realizing that she was crying so much from the mixture of pain and fear.
((I'm tempted to claim the second medicine cat spot so that we have another one that I can have returning to camp soon.
Also, Rowanfire can help out by massaging her very lower belly to help move the kit along  ))
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Post by ladylantsov on May 26, 2024 20:58:23 GMT -5
|| I think reading that traumatised me a little
Im going to bed but will respond in the morning
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Post by busybee on May 26, 2024 21:15:06 GMT -5
ladylantsovOop, i'm sorry.... I didn't mean to I hope you sleep alright))
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on May 27, 2024 10:54:14 GMT -5
(Sorry I haven't been posting. I will try to get replies sometime today)
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Post by Sand on May 27, 2024 11:22:07 GMT -5
Scorchdawn wetlands — accompanied by: Ashbreeze he/him - sr. warrior 
Scorchdawn kept up the pace with Ashbreeze, feeling the wetland foliage squish between his toes. He ignored the strange feeling, opting for focus on their patrol. He was sure that he and Ashbreeze would have a fine hunt and return back to camp with plenty of prey.
It was clear to Scorchdawn that his son was daydreaming or losing focus. Whichever it was, the ginger and white tabby tom preferred that Ashbreeze knew where he wanted to hunt and how he was going to do it. Yet he didn't bother to comment on his silence and continued padding ahead.
Finally. Took him forever to give me an answer, he thought while listening to the white and ginger tom's reply. "That's true about birds.I find that the mix between the forest and the marsh is best in greenleaf," he meowed in response. Scorchdawn wasn't really sure what else he could say, but then came Ashbreeze's question.
"The forest easily. You can always find a vole or two hiding beneath the undergrowth. They enjoy eating the small plants they can find. If you're quiet enough, they won't suspect you coming after them," Scorchdawn rambled, his gaze wandering while speaking. He then realized they had yet to stop to choose a hunting spot. "D'you think we're close to your hunting place yet?"
[ tags: Dew | image credit: best-wallpaper / pinterest ]
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Post by ladylantsov on May 28, 2024 5:56:33 GMT -5
ROWANFIRE
The warrior had distracted himself lapping at the three kits curled up in the warmth of his chest, eyes glowing with a fondness that was thick enough to drown him. He'd kept one eye on his mate, encouraging her gently as necessary, but he'd had no reason to believe anything was wrong. Until, when it became clear after several desperate pushes, that a kit remained that was refusing to join its littermates.
No please no, the words echoed through his mind, and the tom jolts into the consciousness that he was better used to on the battlefield than this sacred place. The adrenaline pumping through his veins better suited at throwing himself into the heart of battle, not bringing new life into this world. His ears flatten, eyes narrowed with concern. Then the word 'stuck' burns its way through his veins as harsh and electrifying as lightning.
His mate was crying, and for a moment his own heart beats to the pace of her panicked, pain-wracked sobs.
Rowanfire responds not with the panic of a first-time father, but the strategy and calm of a seasoned warrior who knew what it was to stare death in the face time and time again without flinching. He ensures the kits at his paws are safe, and stands. "Whatever I can do, I'll do it, my dear." He says calmly, knowing his own panic will do nothing to help his mate or this kit.
The russet-furred tom had never been particularly a believer, but in that moment he would have devoted the rest of his life to StarClan if they got his loved ones through this next battle. And like whispers from the night, he knows what he needs to do.
He kneels beside her, mamoth paws as gentle as they can against the now noticeably reduced swell of her stomach. Kneading as gently yet firmly as he can into the grey-fluff of her fur. Working in time with the contractions that wracked her frame, trying to coax his last kit along. |
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Post by tumblepaw on May 28, 2024 17:49:19 GMT -5
Cricketpaw looked down disappointed and flattened her ears against her head. She didn’t want anyone getting sick from bad freshkill, but she had been looking forward to seeing more of the territory. At the rate she was going, Florastorm’s kits would be seeing more of it before her!
“Do we have to?!?”she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. ”Only one cat needs to report it, right? And then the rest could still hunt...” Hopefully this way there was a chance she could still see the marsh today and hunt. She ignored her weaker leg as it wobbled, shaking her foot slightly in an attempt to make the feeling go away. It would hold up for a while longer. But she wasn’t sure if it would last for another trip this far out and back.
Poor kid. Sometimes it sucks being a child with boring adults in charge. XD Just ignore her suggestion if you don’t have a good counter, like maybe the others didn’t hear her. She’s just upset about not seeing the marsh and not going hunting after all. Besides it’s Breezewing’s call, and he wants the patrol to stick together for this. |
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 28, 2024 22:06:23 GMT -5
 The new happy family cuddle time, drawn by me |
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 28, 2024 22:11:11 GMT -5
{ sooooo cute }
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 28, 2024 23:54:36 GMT -5
Thank you!!
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Post by aquatail on May 29, 2024 0:57:05 GMT -5
Awwwwwwwwww so cute !!!! I love that drawing! You must practise a heap
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 29, 2024 1:25:11 GMT -5
Been drawing for most of my life so I have gotten better over the years ^-^
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Post by ladylantsov on May 29, 2024 2:04:58 GMT -5
|| I think my heart just popped - that is so cute and you are very talented!
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 29, 2024 2:43:32 GMT -5
Thank you!! busybee requested it |
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Post by tumblepaw on May 29, 2024 12:04:54 GMT -5
That’s so cute!! Just a happy family after everything calms down. I can’t wait to see Rowanfire and Florastorm name their kits in the rp! |
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Post by busybee on May 29, 2024 16:42:58 GMT -5
𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰Cute! One question though, which is supposed to be Croakkit? None of them look like him))
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Post by busybee on May 29, 2024 16:47:48 GMT -5
Fox
⤁ Southern Border-With Stormfur, Coastivy, and Bittermeadow 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 ladylantsov Dew ⬽
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 The fox bit and tore at the two cats that had forced it to drop the third, trying to get in a hit anywhere it could reach or get to. It felt the paw hit over its eye and the pain that followed forced a loud, awful, ear-splitting screech from the beast as it reared back, shaking its head a few times before turning toward the cats again, giving them a chance to see the damage done to its eye, the right eye closed up and bleeding with four deep claw marks straight across it and the left with a deep gash above it that was bleeding down into its other eye. The fox was rabid now, not thinking, not even moving on instinct anymore, it moved on pure rage and malice. As it leaped at them again, it left its belly exposed.
Just gonna repost this)) |
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![[X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] Avatar](http://storage.proboards.com/6575102/avatar/VQoldmEgMavutmZptfwi.png)
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