Open Camp Look At The Stars ★ Look How They Shine For You ☆ Birth

[Dewshine's icon Dewshine Dewshine]

Come on, come on
We can go away

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Moons ago the idea of having kits gave Dewshine nothing but dread and fear. But now that it was actually happening despite the chill of leafbare on the horizon, she felt pride, joy especially. There was nothing to fear now, outside of the usual dangers of leafbare. The shadow of Coalstrike looming over them was no more.

Now more than ever she finds herself missing Serpentberry, Rowanfeather was more than skilled enough, of course-but still she found herself wishing the molly was here. If only to share in the joy of the occasion. She can almost imagine the sharp-tongued comments about her children as each kit comes into the world, mewling for milk and warmth as they're gently moved to her side.

Exhaustion pulls her down, eyelids heavy and body trembling from effort but stubbornly she struggles to stay awake. "How many..?" She lifts her head- barely- from the moss to look to Copperstorm, smiling softly. Her gaze drifts to the nearest of her children at her side, a tiny thing, red fur still somewhat damp but it doesn't seem to bother her too much from what Dewshine can tell. "Mmmm... Squirrelkit." Finally she raises her head fully to count. To take in the tiny blessings she and Copperstorm brought into the world together. One, two, three, four, stars.... Six kits. Six children, all free from Coalstrike's shadow looming over them. A breath of relief leaves her at the thought.

37 moons

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We Don't Need Them

DEWSHINE

✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
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[Webpaw]

WEBPAW
SHE/HER
11 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Webpaw still didn't really respect Dewshine as a mentor, but... well, it was pretty clear that since taking over her mentorship, she'd been dealing with a lot. Webpaw couldn't really fault her for that. Carrying kits must've been exhausting, and especially with ShadowClan accusing Dewshine's mate of murder?

Needless to say, Webpaw felt a little bad for her mentor. The apprentice padded into the nursery after it was apparent that the birthing was finished, setting down a plump squirrel in front of Dewshine and Copperstorm.

"Thought, uh, you might be hungry," she mewed. Her eyes strayed to the kits, tiny little wiggling masses of fur. Had she really been that at one time? Weird. "And, uh. Congratulations." With a dip of her head, the apprentice turned to leave.

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OOC: Webpaw will leave unless @Dewshine or @Copperstorm have anything to say to her!

 

[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Bright golden hues softened as Copperstorm gazed down at the six tiny bodies pressed against Dewshine's flank. They squirmed and mewled... Warm, fragile, alive. His breath hitched. These kits... They were theirs. His and Dewshine's. Beautiful. Precious. Loved.. Already, impossibly, endlessly loved. His heart felt as though it could spill over with the sheer force of it. A family. A future. Something he had built with Dewshine, not inherited from fear or tainted by the cruelty of the cat who sired him. Coalstrike's shadow would never reach these kits, not while Copperstorm still drew breath. They would know gentleness. They would know joy. They would know a father who loved them with his whole heart. Forever and always.

" Six. " The word escaped him as a reverent whisper. He leaned forward to gently bump his head against Dewshine's, purr vibrating through his entire frame. " Six little ones, Dew... " he whispered, his eyes fixated on the little bundles of fur. Careful not to disturb them, he brushed one paw over the soft pale pelt of a kit whose fur reflected Dewshine's own beauty. " Plumkit. " he murmured, pride and tenderness mingling in his eyes.

His mate had already named the little reddish one pressing close to her belly, Squirrelkit. A ThunderClan name. A strong name. He smiled at that. His gaze lingered on the smallest kit of darker fur. For a moment, his heart twisted, not with fear, but with memory. Not of the monster who raised him, but of his sister lost somewhere out there. This kit was new. Untouched by that past. And he would make sure she never knew the cold weight of a tyrant's expectations. " Dewshine... " he breathed, voice thick as if every word had to push through that fullness in his throat. " They're all so precious. So small. And they'll never have to be afraid. " His chest ached, not from sorrow now, but from gratitude so fierce it almost hurt.

He pressed closer to his mate, overwhelmed by everything she had brought into his life. " Thank you... " he whispered, barely audible. " For this. For them. For us. "

As Webpaw slipped into the nursery with a squirrel dangling from her jaws, Copperstorm's torn ear twitched in acknowledgment. His golden gaze followed her movements, sharp as always, assessing, but softening as he took in the gesture. Webpaw was a pawful on the best of days... Spirited, stubborn, rough around the edges. But beneath that bristling exterior was a heart that cared more than she'd ever admit, he thought... A small smirk tugged at his muzzle as he dipped his head to her.

" Thank you for the food, Webpaw. That was very kind of you. "

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

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[Pineconekit]

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⸙ PINECONEKIT ⸙

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Pineconekit knew Dewshine would have kits soon - fae knew that the molly was only warm fur in the absense of faer own fathers, someone to sleep against. No connection, no bond, just warmth and protection. Pineconekit knew this, so why did she feel so sad now, looking at the newborns that would steal all of Dewshine's attention away?

The queen birthed six whole kits to care for and love and Pineconekit felt happy for her, of course, but... the kitten also felt envy. The kits would grow up with both of their parents at their side, while Pineconekit had none. How was that any fair? Part of her resented the kittens for that, though she quickly chased that thought away - she knew it wasn't the kits' fault... Fae just wanted to be angry at somebody, because of this injustice thrust upon her.

But who could she be angry with? It wasn't Dewshine nor Copperstorm's fault that they would no longer have space for her, nor was it the kittens' fault. The only one she could be angry with was herself and so she was. Pineconkite mumbled a simple "Congratulations" before she stomped outside the nursery, to wallow in her own anger by herself.

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☘︎ OOC: Sorry about her, she's going through it​

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[Boarthorn Boarthorn]

While the oversized tabby was still amidst his healing following his scuffle, not even the ache of his wounds could have dragged him from the news of his baby siblings' arrival. He had sat away from the nursery, not wanting to crowd his mother, but the moment he could, Boarthorn padded towards the nursery and peered within.

Laid at the side of Dewshine was... A lot of kittens, a lot, a lot. As he walked within, he realised there were six of them, tiny writhing things. In that moment, the oversized tom felt his eyes prick with tears, for his giant heart, he wasn't always a crier, but the closer he padded to his mother and father, and seeing how utterly tiny they were, tears rolled down his cheeks. "They're so little..." He whispered, like he could frighten them with even the slightest rise of his voice.

Boarthorn had been surrounded by kittens a lot in his apprenticeship, Fawnkit and Serpent's lot, even Leveretkit whomst his parents took under their wings, but these? They were the smallest things he had ever seen, or had he really gotten so big? Regardless, the young warrior sat at his mother's side, nudging her cheek with his nose as he purred. "I'm so happy you and the kittenths are all okay, Mama."

He gazed on the many tiny writhing things, in the blink of an eye, their little family all of a sudden so much bigger. Boarthorn's heart welled as he lay down. There was not much he could do in his still-injured state to help, but with the nip of the cold front on the horizon, he could keep his mama warm and gaze on his siblings. He wiped his face with an oversized paw as he spoke again. Kittens so small could not hear much, but even so, he spoke to the tiny things. "I'm Boathorn, I'm your big brother." The young warrior purred, it felt so soon that they had told him the good news and within a blink they were already here. They were so small, and the world so big, he had always vowed to protect his family, and the kittens were no different.

Something his father said made his face curl in a smile as he nodded, looking up to him with a sense of duty. "'nd I'll alwayths protect them too." His wounds were evidence that even as a warrior, he struggled to fight, but if it the world were against his family, he would protect them no matter what stood in his way.

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BOARTHORN He/They, Thunderclan Ranger, 12 moons.
A long-haired, blue ticked tabby tom with a prominent underbite, blue eyes and growing vitiligo.
mentored by Loonstar // mentoring no one
littermate to Saltpaw // sibling to Leveretkit, Primrosekit, Nettlekit, Butterflykit, Plumkit, Squirrelkit & Olivekit.
Copperstorm x Dewshine // parent to none // mated to no one
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTEMPTED ACTION
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[primrosekit]

The dark furred kitten is born - and compared to the rest, it seems to be without consequence. Even now, with her fur ruffled by the unbidden breeze and a quick working tongue, the night-drenched child hardly whistles out a cry. She wriggles between the warmer and cooler pelts of her siblings, a block of shadow amidst the unrelenting shades.

They're named slowly between utterances of grace and hope - Squirrelkit. Plumkit. Perhaps one day, the girl would wonder how her parents could come up with six names. Maybe when they get to the final one, they are grasping for nettles, struggling for anything. Maybe they've somehow planned for this.

For now, however, she simply holds herself as close to Dewshine's side as she can. The air is tinged with the oncoming leafbare and it is simply too cold for the girl. She prefers a semblance of what she had mere hours ago, and, well... this is the closest she has to that.

 

[rowanfeather]

☆ Rowanfeather had been fussing over Dewshine, the memory of her mother's friendship with the pregnant molly a heavy weight on her shoulders. She had denied Dewshine of Serpentberry being at her side for the birth of her long awaited kits; she would do everything in her power to make up for it. When labor had started she'd moved fast, she had to when she had to fetch everything herself. She couldn't keep relying on the stray apprentices that wandered around camp during the day.

Labor was, as Rowanfeather had learned, painful and often long. Copperstorm was a steady presence, but the nursery was, in general, far too crowded. And Dewshine had six kits. She'd have to talk to Loonstar about a solution to the overcrowding.

She pushes a small bundle of herbs towards Dewshine– "here, eat this too. It'll help with a bit of everything," she says, attempting a smile. "I'll let you two have some space now. Please fetch me at once if you think something is wrong," she adds, addressing Copperstorm. "Anything at all."

With a final nod, she leaves the den, shoulders heavier than ever. A glimpse into a future she would not have, she thinks. One she could not allow herself to have, at any rate. Serpentberry may not have been her biological mother, but there was more of her in Rowanfeather than of anyone else, and she was afraid of it. What if the poison drips through?

☆ ROWANPAW. 14 moons
mentored by serpentberry,
adopted daughter of serpentberry and thornstar
peaceful powerplay allowed
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