Open Camp I Live To Let You Shine // A New Litter

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

Owlbear had been right- it does hurt. It's the first thing that comes to mind when it begins, a barely noticeable discomfort quickly racing towards near unbearable pain with each contraction. Some instinctual shift in her own body that Honeyflower did not care to try and understand in the heat of the moment bid her to ride along with each wave of pain. To let it take her wherever it was going, and the Gale Guard closed her eyes so tightly against it that she saw stars.

The sounds of her own pained panting is interrupted suddenly by mewling that she vaguely recognizes as what must be them. Her kits. Hers and Sweet's. She's exhausted, but she shakily raises her head all the same to look. How many? Were they all ok? What if something's wrong?
"Look at them, Sweet," Honeyflower murmurs, briefly forgetting in her tired delirium. Her tail curls around them. Protective. "Three of them... What do we name them?"

She has her own name ideas, of course, but she wanted to hear her mate's opinions first. One of them, a brown little bundle of fur, vaguely reminds her of the rabbits on the moors they now called home. She finds herself reaching to gently nose the tiny thing towards her father's paws.

"Bunnykit..."

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All We Have Is All We Need

Tags

Honey

✿—Moor Runner Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
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@Sweetnose @sassafraschill @bunnykit @lotuskit @HONEYCOMBKIT

 

[lotuskit lotuskit]

The greenleaf warmth is now all she knows. While still colder than what she was used to, the unnamed child does not detest the gentle breeze. Not while she lies in beside her mother and siblings, safe and secure. Her pale furred paws knead into Honeyflower's soft underbelly, an equally as soft purr rumbling from in her chest. Despite not being named yet, the young daughter of Honeyflower and Sweetnose falls fast asleep, easily comforted by her new surroundings.

 

[HONEYCOMBKIT HONEYCOMBKIT]

What once was warm and soft and all enveloping turns cold and harsh and unwelcoming in just a matter of a few seconds. Already, they've made themself known to be a chatty kit, a squeak leaving their mouth when they're cleaned. This... This sucks! Despite not knowing what that is, what it means, despite not being fully aware of anything around them, they've already decided that this cold was horrible. They begin their crawl towards their mother, towards warmth.

Unnamed, for now, she could only part her jaws and let the whole universe know her utmost displeasure (especially as a breeze blows through) with the worlds loudest mew she could muster, for as long as they possible can. Eventually they settle, trying to clamber over their siblings, trying to be first to the milk. Whether they are or not, they quiet for the short future, tired from their endeavors and hungry.

SO WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ♡ WHEN THE WORLD DON'T ORBIT AROUND YOU

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  HONEYCOMBKIT ♡
  
  ( kitten of windclan )​
  ❥ small but stocky ticked chocolate tabby mink w/high white
  ❥ sweetnose x honeyflower; sibling to lotuskit & bunnykit
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed & welcomed
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"