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Post by LEAF ! on Apr 17, 2012 2:09:49 GMT -6
duskwhisker ,
queen of boulderclan. this was bad. this was bad. this was very, very bad. she had been having phantom tickles and twitches all week, sensing movement inside her gut which gave her odd sensations all around her body. last night she had frozen in the nursery while the other she-cats around her had been comfortably warm in the new-leaf air, and she had never been able to find a comfortable way to lie in the past half a moon. pregnancy was pathetic, duskwhisker decided, and it was likely why she had subconsciously left it until relatively late to try it. never, ever, ever again. nothing could be worth this discomfort and-- pain! "whitewing! patchfoot! darkfeather! shadowheart!" she meowed from within the nursery, hoping that somecat, any cat would come to her aid. it had never been this bad before: the convulsions that were rocking her body were worse than she had ever experienced. this had to be it, didn't it? this had to be the moment and it seemed she was going to go it alone. she was so dreadfully alone and nobody was here to look after her, freezing cold in her hindpaws and tail, sweating like a cornered fox on her head and flank. the pain wracked her form in waves now, so at least she had a few moments every minute or so to calm down. but her breathing was heavy and her thoughts were muddled: she couldn't breathe, she couldn't see, everything was heavy and everything hurt. "is any cat there?" she moaned, far too quietly that any feline outside the den could feasibly have heard her. she truly did not want to do this alone. she could raise whatever kits she had by herself: she had aligned herself to doing that a moon ago, aware that she had a network of supportive friends and relatives to aid her whenever she struck trouble. she may have been a new mother, but she was certainly not a young one, and she could manage this on her own. but giving birth was another matter entirely, and though everything seemed like it was ready to tear the earth apart, root by root and tree by tree, the pain was almost ready to black out her brain and her breath was coming fast and shallow: even though she was about ready to give up and die, something told her to hold on, hold on. a voice, inside or outside, telling her to hold on. and so she did.
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Post by • ruthie • on Apr 18, 2012 9:38:05 GMT -6
w h i t ewing
Whitewing enjoyed being a medicine cat. He was appreciated by the other cats - respected even! - and usually got away with a lot of things an ordinary warrior could not. Recently he had managed to get a warrior to accompany him to retrieve a wealthy amount of mallow leaves, knowing he would need them very soon. It was a good day to be a Boulderclan cat - kits were coming. Being a medicine cat, he was a frequent visitor to the nursery. He enjoyed being with the kits and playing with them, and being unable to have any of his own, it was a relief to at least be able to see others’. But recently he had heard some surprising news! Duskfeather, a lovely she-cat, was pregnant!
Whitewing was never one to judge, but he had also heard she and the father of the kits weren’t exactly mates. In fact, he wasn’t entirely sure what they were - perhaps the gossip he had heard going around was false. He wasn’t one to question Duskfeather about the father. Kits were kits, and he had a feeling she was going to be a loving mother whether she had the father to help her or not. And as the moons went on, Whitewing was always sure to check his stash of herbs just in case. And now that he had received his thyme and mallow leaves, Whitewing was particularly happy with what he had in store.
Moving to lie on his side, eager to relax, he suddenly heard an urgent yowl. His ears perked and he got to his feet, his moons of training teaching him that ignoring any yowl, whether it be real or a false alarm, was something to investigate. His name! Was that his name? He moved swiftly from his den towards the nursery, having a good feeling. He then quickly returned to his den halfway, picked up a few marrow leaves, and then continued his short journey to the nursery, a small smile present on his face. He peeked in, eyes darting around the nursery until he spotted Duskfeather. Aha, he knew it! She was ready!
“Duskwhisker. They’re ready to come out, I see. Short of breath at all? It is your first kitting, so I’m not surprised.” he spoke through the mallow, treading towards her slowly. He put them down by her, sitting on his rump. He had been through dozens and dozens of birth, so his general demeanour was rather calm. Hopefully he would rub off on Duskwhisker, but he doubted it. Many first Queens were too nervous to be impacted by the world around them.
“Have some thyme,” he nudged them to her with his paw, “Just chew it. It’ll help your anxiety. And when you’ve finished that, the mallow is there to soothe your bellyache a little. But don’t have too much. This is a natural experience, Duskwhisker, and I am here. I assure you your brother and the father will come any moment, too.”
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notes haha so i've never actually done this before, please bare with me :C ALSO patchfoot is coming soon i swear OTL
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