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"AHHHH!" Came a shriek, followed by a crash. Maplenose was scrambling back into camp, her eyes full of tears and her tail dragging behind her. "SMOKECLOUD!!" She wailed the medicine cat's name, followed by a "WHITEPAW! SOMEBODY!!" The poor tortoiseshell she-cat had never experienced childbirth before, and it was a heck of a ride, let me tell you that. The pain she felt in her abdomen was unimaginable, and she wanted nothing more than to get these kits out of her. "KITS! KITS! THEY'RE COMING! SKELETONKEY!!!" Her last cry was for her mate, and she doubled over in pain, falling to the ground in the middle of camp.
( after this, we can skip to where the kits are at least 3 moons old c: )
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♀ Obsidiankitspell • a black molly with white socks, and hints of vitiligo • taken by @sinful
♀ Quartzkitsparkle • a completely white molly with striking amber eyes • taken by @sinful
♀ Amberkitdapple • a dappled orange-and-black white molly with green eyes • taken by indy
♀ Topazkitdawn • a white molly with faint grey-and-ginger tabby markings and amber eyes • taken by Spot
Skeletonkey rolled his eyes from his relaxed position by a tree outside of the camp. He didn’t need heightened senses to pinpoint that annoying maw. Couldn’t she keep to herself for at least five minutes? He could hear the register of pain in her voice, of course he could, but did he care? No. Irritated that his lazy day in the sun was interrupted, he made his way into the camp, his movements calculated and slow. He felt no need to rush to her side; her pregnancy had been a fluke and he’d been forced to come along for the ride. At the end of the day, though, perhaps he’d gain some sort of benefit. It was his only hope.
(Yeah, ive been trying to reply with Smokecloud but my phone keeps glitching on me and I only managed to ask for a kit lol! I will reply as soon as I can. Ill be off work in a couple of hours and I can jump on my computer)
Smokecloud rushed to the scene at Maplenose's call. "Its okay. I'm here now." He reassured before turning to his apprentice, "Whitepaw, quickly, go get some Birthwort and a stick." Then his attention turned back to the queen. "Just focus on breathing." He touched Maplenose's side with his paws, feeling her contractions and examining how far the kits are from coming as he waited for Whitepaw to return.
"Oh goodness," Maplenose gasped as another contraction racked through her body, causing her to shake uncontrollably. When Skeletonkey came into view, though, she managed to muster a sweet smile.
He took a seat across the way, plenty of distance between them, gaze hard. He wasn’t going to reciprocate the expression; after all, why would he smile on the worst day of his life? Children... he was going to be a father. It was laughable. He would have considered relieving them of their misery that night in the nursery, but... it would be far too messy and he wouldn’t be able to defend himself. No, he needed another option. One that guaranteed his own comfort.
(I messaged Blue but she hasn't really been on much this week)
Smokecloud was gentler than he usually was. When it came to birthing queens, he did not treat them the same way he treated wounded or sick warriors. He was much more kinder and soothing. "Are you okay giving birth here? Or do you want me to try to move you to the nursery?"
He took a seat across the way, plenty of distance between them, gaze hard. He wasn’t going to reciprocate the expression; after all, why would he smile on the worst day of his life? Children... he was going to be a father. It was laughable. He would have considered relieving them of their misery that night in the nursery, but... it would be far too messy and he wouldn’t be able to defend himself. No, he needed another option. One that guaranteed his own comfort.
"Not excited to be a father?" Tone teasing, on the verge of falling into mockery. Eternalstar slipped up beside Skeletonkey and gave him a sideways look. Before he eyes turned back towards the soon to be new mother and her dramatics. Though Maplenose seemed to have calm down for the most part now. The sweet smile she gave to the medicine cat spoke towards an already soft nature, perhaps motherly. Eternalstar hated it personally; hadn't been even close to what one could consider a mother to her own kits. "You still have time to run I suppose."
"Your sense of humor could use some work." She hummed as if the previous comment had been a joke. "And I suppose if the kits disappear I know the reason. What about Maplenose? Should I be worrying about her going poof as well?"
Maplenose had overheard part of Skeletonkey and Eternalstar's conversation, and through the pain of her contractions, she could hear her heart breaking. "Move me to the nursery," She responded dryly, and with a great huff, she was able to push herself up and onto her paws. Leaning against Smokecloud for support, the heavy she-cat made her way to the nursery, despite the agonizing fire that was spreading throughout her stomach and legs.
"She could supposedly go anywhere. Another clan, perhaps?" Though Maplenose would be easily discovered whatever clan she went to. Eternalstar had worked hard ensnaring all the leaders surrounding their borders promises of friendship. The fallclan leader regularly told her how the previous springclan warriors that had left to there were doing. "I think it'd be interesting to see how much you would care? When your kits are born are you going to go pretend to be the happy new father?"
He looked at her, expression hard. “Do you think I can? Care, that is.” He watched the heavily pregnant queen heft herself up and start toward the nursery. “Pretending to be anything takes effort and even that soubds exhausting. No, I’ll teach them the hardest lesson of life as their first lesson of life: nothing’s fair and 99% of the time people won’t like you because you aren’t them.” He glanced at her. “Would you pretend?”
"For the kits no." She responded with finality, thinking of her own first litter, the first accident. Perhaps the only accident, as the litters that followed she chose to have if only to use to manipulate their fathers or to have insurance for later. "I like to think it's easier for them to never know what they're missing by being absent from the first moment." She quipped with a cruel little smile. Being more open with Skeletonkey than she had been with any other Springclan cat ever. "The mother though, I would pretend with her. Pretend to have cold feet, say all the pretty little lies to quell her dissent. If only to be able to use her a little more.
Skeletonkey scoffed. “There’s nothing to use from her. You saw: even with my behavior she still looked at me with that doe eyed expression. I’ve been debating whether she’s mousebrained or just blissfully ignorant.”
