Open Camp there's nothing left to fear // born time

[hazecloud]

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The kicks at her ribs and aching muscles would hardly compare to what lanced through her entire body now. Panic had her heart rush to her throat, struggling to calm herself down as her body trembled. Smokewreath is a weapon of knowledge and experience, his words as calm as the gentle streams that wind through their home. Lichentuft is a comforting presence and Hazecloud felt safe surrounded by so much love in her vulnerability.

The mother doesn't remember much beyond the euphoria of seeing so many kittens at her side, healthy and squirming with life. Four, quite a large litter for a first-timer, she's told. How lucky they are to have such a big family right away! "Aren't they amazing?" Hazecloud's nose twitched as she nudged it against the soft fuzzy ears of her kits. They aren't doing much other than squeal and roll about, but to her they were little miracles. "What do I do now? Should they keep eating, will they need to stop so they can sleep?"

It's all so new, Hazecloud's lack of experience with newborns shines in this moment especially. Little things came to her naturally- departing for the quiet safety of the nursery for one, cleaning the ick off her kittens faces to help them breath another. Nothing else seemed to click in a similar way after, though, except feeling her appetite return tenfold.

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ooc Information

• ooc: — wahoo babies time! @lichentuft @Smokewreath
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  HAZE— SHE/HER ･ 32 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN CARETAKER ･ PENNED BY @gonkpilled!

  a smoky blue molly with warm green eyes. haze is a short and stout molly with a longhaired pelt that is beautifully kept. she is a highly skilled, agile swimmer and fisher with a surprising mischievous streak.

 

[lavenderkit]

First of the river's water, she is born.

A child of ashen grey and silver curls, the unnamed infant suckles greedily alongside her littermates. It is as much instinctual as it is purposeful, kitten claws and milk teeth scoring into anything they can each gain purpose on. It is infinitesimal, the moment where she is feverish to survive and eager to be perceived - to the moment where her tense shoulders relax and her form slumps, just so slightly, as the ever nagging exhaustion finally wears her down. She pays no true mind to her parents as they fuss over names and duties; the most she provides is a burp upon being prodded or cleaned. She sleeps, for that is all that is expected of her.

 

[lichentuft]

lichen

Hazecloud is lucky that her will to be a good partner is stronger than the itch to leave this to Smokewreath... It is an awkward affair to acknowledge her role in this and simultaneously know that if things were different, she might be in that nest caterwauling instead. She stays... because if she doesn't she may very well find her pelt scored off of her skin come daylight. Still, it is over far quicker than she expects and at the end of it there is only good news; a bounty for RiverClan in its infancy, new life to grow along the riverside just like it once had near the ocean's bay.

Lichentuft is just as lost as her mate is- the semantics of feeding them, knowing what to do, what they need... She'd been around when Smokewreath's litter was born but not so closely as to make note of these details. Instead, she favors just admiring them... so small, pale and wiry in their fur. It would surely grow in curled and soft like Hazecloud's, with any luck... "Hopefully they take after you," she murmurs softly, pressing her cheek against the queen's before glancing towards Smokewreath, "Think yours will want to meet them...?"

 

[MISTPAW]

Kittens were something that were personally out of their league, not that they minded them being around... But they're not quite used to them, sticking mainly to their brother in the Shipyard and focusing on survival for them two alone. However, when they hear Hazecloud has had her litter, paws itch to visit for some reason... Perhaps out of curtesy, being polite, or perhaps they just want to see how they look. They've never seen new kittens before, and its hard to imagine a cat that small like the adults would murmur. Their mouth clasps around their catch from earlier, and they make their way towards the nursery.

It's not hard to spot Hazecloud, with Lichentuft hovering around her and Smokewreath there, too. They hesitantly approach, giving a respectful dip of their head. "Congratulations... Fish, if you're hungry..." they set it down gently, close enough to the queen where she could hook it and drag it if she wanted it, but far enough that it wouldn't get in the way. Their eyes flit over each of the kits, four in total, and they keep themselves from frowning. They're... Small. And a little bit ugly, but in a... cute... way...? Their eyes are shut, and it doesn't seem like they want to open them. One of them burps and Mistpaws sharp features grow soft in surprise for just a second; can they do that? Is that normal? They've never seen cats this itty bitty... "Cute." its contradicting to their thoughts, but they'd never say them out loud. Besides, they were sure to grow like the other kits. They give the parents an extremely awkward encouraging nod, Smokewreath and Lichentuft included. "If you're thirsty, just call." Mistpaw rises to their paws and turns to leave, satisfied and wanting to leave the new parents alone with their new kits.

 

[Frostmoth]

Though there were kits living in and born at the shipyard, Frostmoth is almost certain that Hazecloud is the first to give birth within the bounds of RiverClan. And for whatever reason, a new brood of kittens means that the nursery is clamoring with more than kits and their parents today. After his patrol has returned, Frostmoth decides to pop by to pay Hazecloud and her kits a visit. It had been a successful patrol with multiple catches, so he figures he might as well bring something by for the molly to enjoy. He excuses himself from the disbanding patrol, carrying a fat chub along as he pushes his way into the nursery.

He stands close to the entrance, surprised by the number of visitors already present. Frostmoth drops the chub uselessly at his paws. He feels a bit stupid that Mistpaw has beaten him to bringing a fish to the nursery, and glances around for another queen to offer it to before resigning himself to leering awkwardly at his repeat gift. "Um... I also... Brought a fish..." he volunteers shakily.

The bicolor leans forward, trying to get a better look. He is only slightly peering over the shoulder of one of his crowded clanmates, trying not to lean too far forward or fall on them from where he is standing on tip-toes to see better. Frostmoth has forgotten his discomfort at bringing the same offering to Mistpaw, and is now sparkling with wonder at the sight of four newborn kits at Hazecloud's side. "Wow," he murmurs quietly "Oh, do they have names?"

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 17 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
• penned by carat!

 

[Jinglemoon]

JINGLEMOON, 23 Moons, RiverClan Medicine Cat // He/They // #3b90ff
A long furred blue tabby tom with low white, long pointed ears with curved tips and dazzling blue eyes.
Sibling to ASTRO, Uncle to TWINKLEPAW, ECLIPSE and COMET
Always walks with a jingle in his step! Good listener and ever curious about the world.
Played by DINGO

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Jinglemoon had been in quite the flurry today! Hazecloud's kits were on the way and he needed to act fast in order to do what he could to make sure it all went smoothly- Gosh knows kits did not wait until the grown ups were ready for them! These were RiverClans' first litter since having formed as well and the first litter he had helped to deliver since becoming a medicine cat, the weight on his spine that Phloxwish had mentioned to him all those nights ago now felt more real then ever.

He had brought a stick in for Hazecloud to try and help with the pain if she felt she had needed it but in what felt like both mere moments and moons worth of time the nursery was soon full with four new little scraps of fur! Jinglemoon was quick to try and assess their mother and all four little kittens shortly afterwards, his nose alert for trying to scent if anything might be off or if there was too much blood, all seemed fine though and he'd allow himself to relax a little in response. "Four of them! Congratulations! You did wonderfully Hazecloud, they're all beautiful" He purred happily and hoped she would be able to get a good rest soon enough but first some food would likely be needed-- Speaking of which! Both Mistpaw and Frostmoth were quick to come baring gifts of prey.

"You should eat and then rest if you're able, you'll need your energy" He dipped his head to the two who brought forward food in thanks before looking over the kits again, Hazecloud had already gotten a start on cleaning the ick off of them "Cleaning their fur the wrong way should help as well" He thought to maybe leave doing that to the new parents but would offer a paw if they requested it. He perked his ears when the RiverClan deputy asked if the litter had names, curious to hear what the kits names would be!

 

[Smokewreath]

all you have is your

FIRE

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When he had his kits it had been Willowburn, Lichentuft and Hazecloud and he had not been able to find his sister before rushing to the nursery once he'd been alerted but it was still much more crowded than his had been and he wondered if the extra presence was offputting to the gray queen at all before snorting and deciding she was probably thriving in the attention - the diva.
His attention drifted, locking onto the tiny scraps, various shades of gray and mottled pelts-some with stripes and some without. A coal black nose leaned down, neatly nudging the side of one kits face with an amused grin curling at his lips, "This one stole some spots from me." Speckled in the corner of one eye the tiny stone-colored kit sported a scattering of pale flecks akin to his own; he had no paw in siring this litter but it still tickled him to see, "That one is just Lichentuft the second. With hope it won't have your attitude."
At the question to his kits he lifted his head, orange eye lighting up in a rare display of delight, "I'll go get them!" The dark tom turned, gently shouldering his way past the gathered cats to go see where his own little copies were wandering around.

Ooc- Went to fetch @BEE @CICADA. @CRICKET

─ & the place you need to reach.

Smoke

— RiverClan Warrior
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
#ff7d46

 

[Jackdawkit]

x

JACKDAWKIT

I WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN

The striped kitten that so eerily looked like a miniature of Lichentuft, gave an almost annoyed and shrill mewl at Smokewreath's nudging of his sister which in turn had moved him a fraction of a centimeter slightly to the right and thus lost his warm spot against Hazecloud that he had been perfectly content in. The wriggling gray bundle squirmed about, small smooth furred frame inching back into his place with stub of a tail raised and quivering and little paws scrambling against the nesting beneath him. Once he was situated back the urge to sleep struck immediately from his efforts, all that moving about had exhausted what little strength he had and a pink tongue lolled out as he yawned to doze back off in the blink of an eye, just an instant drift into dreamland that would be something he'd envy the ability to do later in life when sleep did not come so mercifully fast.

BATTLE WITH A TRUE HERO

JACKDAWKIT

━━━━⊱ kitten of riverclan
━━━━⊱ son of lichen & haze & smoke
━━━━⊱ he/him
━━━━⊱ A lanky blue tabby lynx point with ocean blue eyes.
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
#74CFE7

 

[Adderfang]

A dripping fish dangling from his maw as he poked his soggy muzzle into the nursery. Adderfang didn't want to intrude too much, but he did want to congratulate the Hazecloud. The smell of milk and viscera reminded Adder of when his were born. He knew the molly was no doubt exhausted and aching. After what he and Wavesong went through, losing one of theirs, he was very relieved to see the birth went well.

The tom intended to drop off his offering and get out of the way, until his eyes landed on the small pile of fish. His shoulders drooped and he hung awkwardly in the entrance, torn between going in or dropping his fish in the fish and heading off to find something else.

Eventually, he concluded that he was too little, too late, and pressed past the crowd to awkwardly add his fish to the pile. Then he admired the bundles as they writhed against their mother's belly, tall enough to peer over those that blocked his path. With such a healthy litter, things were going to get a whole lot livelier from here on out, not that a single day so far had been dull. Even so, new lives being brought into the world was something to be celebrated.

He blinked softly at the new mother, muttering his congratulations. The nursery was crowded enough, so he didn't stay long. Adderfang plotted the way to the exit, nodding to Smokewreath and Jinglemoon as he passed them.

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

• "speech" - thoughts
  
  

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
  𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​