{$title} TRIGGER WARNING! Jadethorn births her kits in the privacy of Fourtrees
trigger warning
Birth and Dramatic Cursing
There's only two types of people in the world
The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe
The day had started off as a normal day. A nice day even. The sun was shining for once, drying out the mud underpaw so they didn't have to slosh through it with every step. It was more like compact earth, which the molly was happy about. With the extra weight agaisnt her sides and stomach, it was becoming increasingly harder to drag herself through the wet earth of the pocosin. Her footfalls were heavy and movements slow as she enjoyed the rarity of dry heat while on a walk with her former apprentice. They were listening to her yap on about her new warrior duties and being able to flaunt it in front of the apprentices still older than her. A laugh had just escaped her maw before it croaked to a stop, breath hitching as pain made her already heavy pawsteps stop in their tracks.
"Flea..." The name was said through clenched fangs, tail curling against her flank as she let out a groan. Liquid was already dripping down her back legs and every bone in her body suddenly knew that it was time. The stones in her belly were not going to wait any longer, no matter how much she may have wanted them to. A deep breath was taken in, before it was shakily sighed outward. "Coal and Wolf... Go get them... And meet me at where those idiots held the gathering..." Back to the colony grounds, a neutral place where no one would question a birthing mother surrounded by cats ready to tear apart any predator who came near. Another breath and she started her trek towards the great oaks, paws shaky but weight bearing. If Flea tried to protest, to follow her steps, she'd narrow her toxic gaze at her.
The decision was made when she had found out about the kits, but it meant that she couldn't have them back in the closed off walls of camp. Her dear snake wouldn't get out alive if that was the case. Once Fleafire was bolting back to camp to find the other Night Guards, Jadethorn focused on each step she made, pushing through the coming waves. Her voice was soft as she walked. There was one more cat she needed to meet her there... but that one would be harder to let know about her circumstances. And, in hindsight, it was the most important cat she needed there. "Froststorm... You better be here, you dead bastard... Grab...Serpentberry... Thunderclan's medicine cat... Whatever weird ghost bullshit you can pull to get her there..." It was hard, to trust in a ghost. But this was the spirit who helped Fleafire graduate under her tutelage. Who helped her get into the position she was in now. She trusted that he'd find a way to pass on the message. And so, her steps carried on, working to get her to the place she promised they'd find her at.
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The trek was a fucking pain. Her paws ached by the time she got there, legs shaky underneath her as she stepped into the clearing where even more blood had been spilt only a few weeks prior. So much for 'holy' ground. A ripple through her muscles made her steps falter, a groan escaping through gritted teeth as her legs finally gave way. Directly against the center stone, curled so perfectly in the roots of the massive tree. It made a huff of amusement escape her. It'd be the perfect place for her stones to come to life. Directly underneath the towering bark that the 'stars' deemed so important. Her stones would shine so brightly that they wouldn't be able to be ignored. They will etch a mark in the history of the clans, that much she knew. She would make sure of it, along with the two other night guards that had sired them.
Another wave had her claws digging into the earth, clenched fangs seperating in a held back cry that ended up escaping as a hiss. "Fffuck! No one said it would fucking hurt this much." The first that came seemed to want to see the world, like the trek here had been the only amount of time they'd wait to be born. They came quick and Jadethorn had a short repreive between the waves to look at the new life. The deep black coat was reminescent of the first sire. How fitting for the first born. A name was quick to come to her mind and as she reached down to run tongue against long fur, she whispered out their new moniker. "Obsidiankit. Sharp and cold. Fitting with your father." The molly wouldn't get much of a chance to recover, the next wave bringing ears back and claws back into the dirt.
Their siblings would not wait and Jadethorn suddenly didn't want to be alone any longer.
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ooc—— @FLEAFIRE @Coalstrike @WOLFPACK
@serpentberry (you may tag Rowan if she brings her along)
@Froststorm (messenger boy can lurk if he wants)
KITS: @ImPissed @ScremeEgg @teddy @DessertDingo @phoenixwashere @DALLAS
No posting order except for the kits' birthing order!
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Jadethorn she/her
❖ An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
❖ Night Guard of Shadowclan
❖ 35 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
❖ speech thought attack
❖ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
penned by Taru
