URCHINSPINE ── .✷
Now I can realize,
So many kits, so few mothers.
She was cursing the dead under her breath. Serpentberry taking in foundlings and then going off and dying, it was cruel to the kits. Loonstar had also taken it upon herself to bring in that little fourtrees kit, and now those parents had left their children without parents? It was all too much and it was making the caregiver's head spin. It was overcrowded, and it felt like she was the only one doing anything about it. Not to mention some of these kits were a handful and a half. She could at least have a moment of peace knowing her living children were much better behaved.
She could feel the ache in her aging bones from attempting to keep up with the little hellions, a deep ache that spread through her entire spine. She gritted her teeth at the feeling, looking at all the kits with their boundless energy. She wished she was younger, the kind of caregiver that could keep up with these kits. It wasn't their fault that her body was failing her after all, it was her own --- the rogues. She grimaced thinking about who her life was changed that day, her mate and one of her children taken from her in one shift motion. Her pride taken from her. Not only did she lose her better half that day, she lost some of herself.
The road to healing had been long, another molly stepping in to raise her youngest litter while she recovered. She could tell it had an impact. The way Lupinepaw, Comfreypaw, and Primrosepaw looked at her was like looking at a stranger, a stranger they were obligated to call mother.
It felt like someone ripping another hole in her throat every time they looked at her like that.
She adjusted her position again as another kit bounded over her frame, feeling the sting of her bones, the ache that radiated. Maybe she was too old for this, she muttered to herself as the kits kept playing, giggles coming from their tiny frames as small paws flew. She moved her neck to get a look at another group, and then it all went black.
The nursery erupted into scared yowls from the kits, one calling out for someone to help 'grandma urchie' to anyone that was passing by.
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She was cursing the dead under her breath. Serpentberry taking in foundlings and then going off and dying, it was cruel to the kits. Loonstar had also taken it upon herself to bring in that little fourtrees kit, and now those parents had left their children without parents? It was all too much and it was making the caregiver's head spin. It was overcrowded, and it felt like she was the only one doing anything about it. Not to mention some of these kits were a handful and a half. She could at least have a moment of peace knowing her living children were much better behaved.
She could feel the ache in her aging bones from attempting to keep up with the little hellions, a deep ache that spread through her entire spine. She gritted her teeth at the feeling, looking at all the kits with their boundless energy. She wished she was younger, the kind of caregiver that could keep up with these kits. It wasn't their fault that her body was failing her after all, it was her own --- the rogues. She grimaced thinking about who her life was changed that day, her mate and one of her children taken from her in one shift motion. Her pride taken from her. Not only did she lose her better half that day, she lost some of herself.
The road to healing had been long, another molly stepping in to raise her youngest litter while she recovered. She could tell it had an impact. The way Lupinepaw, Comfreypaw, and Primrosepaw looked at her was like looking at a stranger, a stranger they were obligated to call mother.
It felt like someone ripping another hole in her throat every time they looked at her like that.
She adjusted her position again as another kit bounded over her frame, feeling the sting of her bones, the ache that radiated. Maybe she was too old for this, she muttered to herself as the kits kept playing, giggles coming from their tiny frames as small paws flew. She moved her neck to get a look at another group, and then it all went black.
The nursery erupted into scared yowls from the kits, one calling out for someone to help 'grandma urchie' to anyone that was passing by.
@Seafoambelly open after Seafoambelly posts!
- when I close my eyes that all I need is to be with you