It Wasn't This Bad With Bristlekit!!! [Tagged/Open]

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Tags: Fiction @rachie66756 Dyzzie @terrwyn Anya nomstar

Adderwing lay in nursery. It was cold and dreary day, but she didn't mind. The nursery was still very warm. There weren't many other queens in there. It wasn't a good time for kits. The cold and lack of food was bad for her and the kits, but she didn't feel bad for having kits. 

Just as that thought passed through her mind. A stabbing pain stabbed her belly. She moaned and called out, "PRICKLEHEART!" She needed her mate, NOW! Pain rippled through her body. It was blinding. It hadn't been this bad with Bristlekit! She closed her eyes and the pain continued to coarse through her body. She felt like she could scream. 

The next... Well it could have been few minutes, or few hours, or few days. Adderwing didn't really know, to her it felt like years, but no that was silly. She tried to move to see her kits. She didn't even know how many she had! Her body... her body just refused to move. Her muscle screamed as she tried to move her leg, and she screamed a little too. "Prickleheart..." but her voice was dwindling away. She couldn't see her mate, but she also couldn't see her kits. Her rolled back, and she blacked out.

((Sorry wasn't feeling very creative with this.))

[Fiction]

The spiky furred tom raced toward the nursery, roughly pushing aside anycat that got in his way. "Adderwing!" He cried, crouching next to his mate, "Adderwing, it'll be alright." He winced, watching her in pain.

Finally it was over. "They're beautiful, Adderwing," he said softly, a tone that he didn't often use. When she didn't respond, the dark brown tabby went over and licked the top of her head.

"Prickleheart..." Adderwing said quietly, then fell unconscious.

Prickleheart growled quietly. What had happened to her? He realized it after a few moments. She was paralyzed due to having such a large litter. He licked the top of Adderwing's head again, then turned his dark green gaze to his kits.

"Snakekit," he said, looking at a small brown tabby she cat. "After your mother."
"Nettlekit," he said to a spiky furred brown tabby she cat. "After my mother."
"Briarkit," he said, naming a large, long and spiky furred dark brown tabby she cat.
"Cedarkit," he named a large, long furred dark brown tabby she cat.
"Jaggedkit," he said to a long and spiky furred dark brown tabby she cat.
"Cherrykit," he told a small, long furred brown tabby she cat.
"And Bumblekit," he named the only male of the litter, a dark brown tabby tom.

Laying down next to his family, he curled his tail around them, and watched his kits move, exploring.

[Dyzzie]

Briarkit mewed, wiggling around slightly, trying to move from where she lay to closer to the first scent that smelle of milk. Surely her mother. And then another voice - deep but soft? Father? Eyes squeezed shut, the little kit curled up against her mother's belly, searching for the milk that'd fill her belly before luring her to sleep. It didn't take long before the spiky-furred kit was suckling. Once full, the kit curled up beneath her father's tail, laying her head over the edge of it, promply falling asleep.

[Anya]

Cherrykit squeaked; she heard the thudding hearts around her, the smell of milk and the prodding of her siblings.

The little brown she-cat moved her way around, her little nose led her to her mother in search of her first meal.

Snuggled up close the small form began to feed.

[nomstar]

The only male lay still on the floor. He listened to the noises around him. The sound of his siblings. The sound of cats around him. The sound of his belly grumbling.

He wriggled towards the scent of warmth and milk. He could hear his siblings squeaking and squirming around him. He began to feed on the warm, gentle milk.