TW: Sensitive Content Camp RiverClan A storm between heartbeats // kitting

[TroutKit TroutKit]

tw - descriptions of birth complications.

The den grows heavy, the scent of blood thick in the air, overwhelming the softer scents of moss and milk. The world has narrowed to breath and pain, to the tense rhythm of contractions and the shudder of limbs that give and take with every breath.

He is not aware of the turmoil his parents face, nor that several of his siblings have already arrived—slick, crying, alive. Time drags as the fifth kit delays, suspended in silence while the others cradle against their mother's belly.

From the moment he begins to emerge, it is clear something is wrong. He is backwards—tail first. The pressure clamps around him, suffocating. He doesn't even get the chance to use his lungs, fluid-filled, drowned, delaying him even the choice to take his first breath. To fight for his chance at life.

ooc - he's a breach baby! good luck jingle...

 

[pineheart]

Jinglemoon speaks and pleads with Adder, though Pine doubts seriously that the tom will listen. But then a voice cuts through the noise, sharp, full of pain– the one voice Adder would be willing to listen to. Wave. Before Adder even confirms his consent, Pineheart has already pushed Peachtrot inside, mumbling a quick apology as he does so. Not for what he'd said to her, but for the shoving, though he doesn't clarify this.

He gives Adderfang a sharp look– now is not the time for him to scold. He'd done what he did for both of them, having thought the two would've at least discussed who they wanted to be present for the birth. Apparently not. He glances around the den over his shoulder, spotting Rainpaw.

"Rain," he says, "go get Galepaw back in here. Not Pikestar– only Galepaw. Do you understand?"

see the life i've had

could make a good man bad

• ooc: pushing @Peachtrot and addressing @Rainpaw
• PINEHEART : 51 moons
  mentor to torrentpaw
  tags

 

[Littlebrook Littlebrook]

There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head

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Worry flickered across Littlebrook's face as her gaze locked on the den. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her paws already moving before she could think to hesitate. She crossed the clearing in swift, silent steps, brushing up against Pineheart with gentle urgency. " You did what you thought was right, love… I think you did well. " she murmured, voice low and earnest. Then it hit her. Love. Her ears twitched, heat blooming beneath her fur. Had she really just said that?

She stumbled, just a little. " Pine. " she sputtered, as if saying his name could somehow smooth over the word that had slipped past her lips. She frowned faintly, but didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned against him just a bit longer, grounding herself in his warmth. Her eyes flicked back toward the den, heart thudding with unspoken worry. " Do you think… " she began, but the question died in her throat. She couldn't bring herself to say it. Couldn't voice the fear that gripped her chest like a thorn caught deep in her pelt.

Would Wavesong be alright? Would the kits?

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