wisteriastrike wisteriastrike
this isn't what you wanted it to be
@CICADABUZZ :)
She parts her jaws in a yawn, their oversized litter quite literally taking everything from her. Wisteriastrike anticipated something like this - the exhaustion, the lack of reprieve - but not to this extent. She thought she would be blessed with two, maybe three new souls to nurture at best. But six? It's still unfathomable. Yet she's laid beside six little tots, with little chests rising and falling, little paws twitching and noses sniffling. Maggotkit, bug had called one. Centipedekit, another. Then some pretty names, like Oleanderkit and Goldenrodkit (both she wouldn't delude herself to believe them to be for her.) And then... Elderkit, was it? Odd, but she never asked why. And Deathberrykit. She can't say she saw bug when his older child was renamed, but she heard enough rumors of how their claws flexed and their stature changed. She didn't argue, to say the least.
In any case, the Caretaker knew that she was walking into a world of new experiences by becoming a mother. Still, she hadn't anticipated this much responsibility - and during a drought of food, no less.
Their kits are asleep - for who knows how long, she's sure Mirepurr or Timberfrost will come grab her once they start to awake - and she slips into the medicine den. Her plumed tail is careful to not touch anything, as she would rather not drag anything into the nursery that'd make someone ill.
"Cicadabuzz~?" she croons bug's name with a slight lilt, "Have you any hunting skills?" she asks plainly, knowing that it doesn't care for small talk.
She parts her jaws in a yawn, their oversized litter quite literally taking everything from her. Wisteriastrike anticipated something like this - the exhaustion, the lack of reprieve - but not to this extent. She thought she would be blessed with two, maybe three new souls to nurture at best. But six? It's still unfathomable. Yet she's laid beside six little tots, with little chests rising and falling, little paws twitching and noses sniffling. Maggotkit, bug had called one. Centipedekit, another. Then some pretty names, like Oleanderkit and Goldenrodkit (both she wouldn't delude herself to believe them to be for her.) And then... Elderkit, was it? Odd, but she never asked why. And Deathberrykit. She can't say she saw bug when his older child was renamed, but she heard enough rumors of how their claws flexed and their stature changed. She didn't argue, to say the least.
In any case, the Caretaker knew that she was walking into a world of new experiences by becoming a mother. Still, she hadn't anticipated this much responsibility - and during a drought of food, no less.
Their kits are asleep - for who knows how long, she's sure Mirepurr or Timberfrost will come grab her once they start to awake - and she slips into the medicine den. Her plumed tail is careful to not touch anything, as she would rather not drag anything into the nursery that'd make someone ill.
"Cicadabuzz~?" she croons bug's name with a slight lilt, "Have you any hunting skills?" she asks plainly, knowing that it doesn't care for small talk.