TW: Sensitive Content Open Camp Crystallising Clear As Day ~ Kitting

[Batgloom]

{$title} TW for kitting and mentions of death

BATGLOOM
​ 'cause it feels like I've been living upside down ​

He has been feeling restless today. Even more so than he usually did since he settled into the nursery about a moon ago. He's still not used to spending most of his days in camp. Sometimes he feels like he needs to do something to make up for not being there for his mate. Logically he knows it's not his fault his mate died, but… he often feels like he should have been there. If he had been, Shiveringsong might still be alive today.

A searing hot pain moves through his body. Does it mean it's time? Are his kits coming now? Another wave of pain hits him. It's best he gets to Jinglemoon or Rainpaw now. Hopefully one of them is in the medicine cat's den. He carefully gets on his paws, his sides heaving. Moving around has become a lot more exhausting than it used to be. He also isn't as fast or agile anymore. It's a good thing that the way to the medicine cat's den isn't far. Still, it's exhausting and his steps are heavy. "Jinglemoon? Rainpaw?" He asks, when he enters the medicine cat's den. "I think my kits are coming now." He lies down on his side again. Shuffling his limbs around until he found a some semblance of a comfortable position. Now more than ever he wishes Shiveringsong would still be here, that he could meet their kits. He knows Shiveringsong would be happy about them having a family. He would have been good father, he's sure about. He hopes he watches them from Starclan now. His breath goes heavy as another contraction hits him.

What can I say?

✦

I'm survivin'

• OOC: @Lullabykit @nya (Melodykit) @M0DERND0C (Hailkit)
• KEY:
  "speech"
  'thoughts'
  physical interactions
  attacks
  

  "other character's speech"

  
  
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  Batgloom is a large, longhaired black tom with white spots on his legs and white freckles, one blind, pale green eye and one missing eye and a scarred pelt. He usually tends to be quiet and keeps to himself. While he is often perceived as cold and tends to push others away, he is deeply loyal and wants to protect those close to them. He prefers it if things are in order.
  Riverclan Warrior
  71 moons, ages every 23rd
  transmale (he/him)
  peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed
  

 

[Jinglemoon]

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JINGLEMOON

RIVERCLAN

MEDICINE CAT

HE/THEY

28 MOONS

DINGO

Jinglemoon would drop the herbs he had been sorting at the back of the medicine den when he heard his name be called by Batgloom-- Whipping around he'd hurry over to the medicine den's entrance and tried to encourage and help the expecting tom along to the nearest nest available. Here or in the nursery would've been alright but he was here now and Jinglemoon wasn't about to have him walk back to the nursery in his current condition, the kits were coming now! And they weren't about to wait. "Batgloom! Come on in! Here- Let's get you comfortable"

Sending off the nearest apprentice to fetch fresh soaked moss, the medicine cat would pick up a solid and rather smooth stick out from a pile at the back of the medicine den, clenching it between his teeth for a few moments at one end before nodding and bringing it over to Batgloom, "It'll help a little bit with the pain, just bite on it when you need to, especially during contractions-- Don't worry about it breaking I can grab you another if you need it" He truly did wish there was more he could give the expecting parent when it came to kitting outside of just trying to help them be as comfortable as possible during the process, but if there was a herb that helped with that that didn't also interfere he was yet to find it...

The best medicine he had found so far outside of just making them as comfortable as possible was to try and take their mind off of it during it when possible, to give the expecting parent something hopeful and comforting to latch onto while they waited for their kits to come join them out in the world. Jinglemoon knew that for Batgloom this was going to be a tougher feat as Shiveringsong had been taken from him far too soon. The blue tabby tom would give the large black tom a reassuring smile that was laced with sorrow. What a cruel night the first gathering had been for so many cats.

"Do you have any names picked out for them?" He wanted to give Batgloom something positive to think about during and figured the kits themselves would be a good place to start.

When danger greets you with a smile

A long furred blue tabby tom with low white, long pointed ears with curved tips and dazzling blue eyes. Usually walks with a jingle in his step. Good listener and always thoughtful.

Sibling to ASTRO, Uncle to TWINKLEPAW, ECLIPSEPAW and COMETPAW
Mentoring RAINPAW
"speech" // 'thoughts' // #3b90ff