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Even though her eyes were open, she could see nothing but darkness. It wrapped around her, the cold seeping between her layers of fur. A shiver made it’s way down her spine, there was someone here with her. She spun around in circle desperate to find the source of her unease but seeing nothing. The sound of rustling grass could be heard, but it’s direction was impossible to determine. Each time she thought she had found it, it slipped away into the darkness. Suddenly there was a flash of light in the distance, and she found herself running towards. It was blinded her as she emerged into the lightened clearing.
She suddenly found herself in the gladiatorial arena. She gazed up at the faces of the cat around her, jeering and snarling. Confusion set in, but her older brother, Proudlion, set a gentle paw upon her shoulder. She turned her gaze to the arena only to see her mother and father fighting. She felt herself wince each time blood was drawn. She couldn’t take it any more. Why was everyone just standing here? Why was no one stopping them? She shrugged off her brother’s paw and went charging into the arena, just as Goldenstar stood over the injured Hazethroat. She bravely stood between them, uttering a single word ‘father’. Her father’s gaze softened as she felt the spray of hot blood splatted across her face. Before her now stood a lion with cold eye, blood flowing from his throat seeping onto her paws. She turned away from the grizzly sight, only to come face to face with a lioness. Her throat had also been slashed, but upon her face a smile. She squeezed her eyes shut as the blood began to run sticky around her paws, every second becoming deeper and deeper. She could feel it lapping at her belly, her throat, until she was submersed. Her lungs gave way, as she began to fade back into the darkness.
Littlebird’s felt her lids lifting as soft morning light began to fill the den she shared with Foxstar. It had just been a nightmare… one of many that she had since that fateful day. She blinked, the smell of blood still strong in nostrils. She shook her head trying to clear her mind, but it persisted. Then a piercing pain, in her side made her curl as she realized it wasn’t just a nightmare… She was laying a pool of her own blood. A blood curling scream broke through the eerily quiet and darkness of SunClan’s camp.
While Littlebird had gotten further on in her kitting Jetclaw made a point of meeting up with Skipstep early in the morning before morning prayer. It allowed the siblings to get plenty of hunting in so the clan had plenty of prey for the day and Jetclaw could stay by Littlebird's side all day without guilt about needing to serve her clan. Skipstep had tagged along today with her as they headed back to camp, hoping to visit with Littlebird before returning to the janus camp when both sibling's ears pricked at the sound of the scream.
Jetclaw having gotten used, unfortunately, to hearing Littlebird's cries of pain recognized te she cats voice and dropped her prey. "Littlebird!" She cried racing into camp, Skipstep forced to drop his burden as well and hurry after his sister.
The pair didn't hesitate to enter the den, Skipstep gasping in horror at the sight of the blood pooling under littlebird. "Littlebird!" He cried going to her side immediately. "What's happening?! Why is she bleeding."
Jetclaw looked at the blood and at littlebird panicked looking deeper into the den to see if Foxstar was present the tan and black she cat horrified that she didn't know what to do. "I don't know but, calm down." She hissed to her brother before shifting to Littlebird and giving her a lick. "Shh, it's okay, we'll get help. What do you need? Skipstep look at the herbs and get ready to grab some." Jetclaw hissed under her breath at her brother who nodded and quickly looked towards the herbs.
Littlebird shakily lifted her bloodstained paw into the air, as it shimmered in the morning light. Her vision blurred, making it difficult to focus on the image before her. She had only seen one kitting before, and it had been nothing like this. Sure there had been a little blood, but the queen hadn't been laying in a pool of blood. Something wasn't right, but she didn't have the experience needed to deal with it..
Voices and footsteps blended togather in a thrum of sound indisinguishable from one another. She couldn't make out what the two cats were saying, as she felt a lick upon her head. She was scared and confused, was it another dream? This couldn't be happening...right? She groaned as pain began to grip at her stomach "Get Foxstar..." she managed to murmmer, getting weaker by the moment. Even if she had been in her right mind, it was doubtful that she would have been able to handle such complications
"Skipstep get Foxstar!" Jetclaw snapped, her brother looking about ready to argue but Jetclaw snapped. "NOW!"
Skipstep snarled at his sister, looking anxiously at Littlebird before he darted off shouting into camp for Foxstar, or anyone who could help "Littlebird's kits are coming!" He shouted.
Jetclaw then turned her attention to Littlebird. Her own heart pounding in her chest at the amount of blood and the pain Littlebird seemed to be in. "Littlebird. Hey, focus on me." She urged getting right by Littlebird's head. "Hey, HEY! You gotta focus okay," She said urgently. "Skipstep's going to go get Foxstar, we're going to help you. You're..." She trailed off tail flicking anxiously as she eyed the blood unsure if Littlebird was going to be okay. "You're going to have wonderful kits," She said softening her voice and giving her a gentle lick. "So I need you to focus, while we wait for Foxstar. And relax. Breathe, breath just in and out."
The tan and black she cat was at a loss she had no idea what to do. Should she get cobwebs? Would cobwebs help if the blood seemed to be coming from inside Littlebird? Not from an external wound?
Blood did not scare him. Death did not concern him. But still, it was vexing to see an enemy he could not fight. The initiate had come at once when she screamed, but he did not enter the den. He leaned against the entrance as the other cats went to work, expressionless as his cold eyes rested on the bleeding feline. Her screams alerted him, though he had already been awake and on guard: he had expected this would happen sooner or later, and he guessed that the father might have some bright ideas about trying to claim them for himself. Singedwolf hadn't seen so much as a whisker of an enemy yet, but he wasn't about to let his guard down.
"You're making quite a mess, little bird," he rumbled, ears twitching back. "Are you trying to bring every fox in the territory here to visit?"
The small she-cat began to drift in an out of conciousness. She would catch glimpses, and snippets of words that were being spoken to her. The only clear word echoed inside her head, BREATHE. Yes, she needed to breathe. She tried to focus on her breathing, the sound of air coming in and going out. The pain was almost unbearable, her mind unable to focus on anything more complex than the sound of her own breath.
The first kit was large, far larger than a cat her size would be able to birth without assistance. It would never draw it's first breath, having already passed away after it's umbilical cord had cut off it's oxygen while still within her stomach. It was was the most likely cause of her early contractions, and the rough pregnancy that she had endured.It now blocked the other kit's only entrance to this world and would need to be removed quickly if the others stood a chance at survival. No one could be certain that the other kits were still alive. Time was running out for the kits and mother.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 15, 2018 16:21:28 GMT -5
( So so sorry, I'm here now. ^-^' )
Two cats heard Skipstep's cries, one being the cats whom the tom was calling for, and the other a Senator who had seen and assisted in more births than she could count.
Foxstar's ears pricked at the tom's voice, and in one swift movement, the Priestess rose to her paws trotting towards the tom, an expression of seriousness on her face as she approached. "Take me to her." Was all the feline stated, ever the calm cat, despite her rather stormy expression. Behind the she-cat, Mountainsound had arrived, sensing the urgency in Skipstep's tone. Foxstar certainly didn't need her help, per say, but by the sound of it, having extra paws would most certainly not be unwelcome.
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Not a moment later, and both cats stood near the kitting feline, the Priestess' expression hardly changing, whereas the older feline was already running through herbs in her mind at the mere scent of blood. This wasn't good, and it was something both cats could tell.
A few words later, with Mountainsound promising to be back in a moment, and Foxstar was left alone with Promised while the Senator went to gather herbs. "You still with us, Littlebird?" The fox-hearted feline questioned, noting the deceased kit after nipping open the sac and moving them quietly off to the side. She could grieve later, if she chose. For now, the Priestess goal was to ensure that Littlebird actually survived the ordeal. Finding a new Promised would be rather inconvenient indeed.
She began to see the flashes of images that her father had showed her in her nightmares over the past few moons. The lion and lioness with bloody throats, dead cubs all around their paws. The feeling of her father's steaming blood splattering upon her face, as her mother gave him a fatal blow. The feeling of that blood seeping and searing into her, spreading until it coated her inside and out. It was becoming difficult to tell what was real, and what was dellusions as the searing pain and heat would turn to cold darkness.
She would stare vacantly at the walls, with a few moments of the den around her coming into focus only to slip away. into the visions once more. At first Jetclaw and Skipstep had been at her side, each time the den began to come into focus another cat would be there. She thought she had heard Singedwolf, but his words were muddled. Then the form of Foxstar came into view, but she couldn't tell if she were really seeing it, or if it was merely another image
"Foxstar... am I dying?" she managed to whisper. This was how she always imaged dying to be, the confusion, the darkness, the memories that haunted you.
As the next kit began to emerge, it would soon become apparrant that it to was to far gone to save. It moved a little, and its heart still beat, but it had went to long without oxygen waiting for the first deceased kit to make it's way out. It would only take one breathe before it to passed on.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 15, 2018 21:24:24 GMT -5
"Of course not." Foxstar admonished, though her tone lacked any real bite as she nipped the sac open, watching the kitten's breathing as it faded almost instantly. Perhaps it was good Mountainsound had gone to collect herbs, for the Priestess hardly spared the dead kit a glance before moving it to join it's dead sibling. She considered trying to save the kitten, but it didn't take a genius to realize the newborn was long gone already. "Alright, keep pushing. You're going to be alright, you just need to focus." The Senator would be back any moment, and then she could properly stop the bleeding while Mountainsound cared for the kits, if it turned out that any survived the ordeal of their birth.
Focus. Focus. Focus. She thought, but it didn't last long. This time she began to see the nights that she had spent with Leatherfern, the way he had looked at her. The intense hatred and hurt, that slowly turned back to love as they came to understand one another. She thought he had left her to her fate, and he thought she had abandonded him and the clan.
The long nights spent in his warm embrace in loner's territory, the stolen glances, their deep conversations. Part of her still longed for that, but it could not be. They now walked different paths, and neither could afford to be with the other. Their relationship was over, no matter how much it hurt. She than began to see the gathering, and the hurt in his eyes as she had wrapped her tail around Skipstep's.
The next kit began to emerge, it's fur a deep chocolate brown. Though small, it was a fighter and the first sounds of new life began to emerge from the darkened den.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 15, 2018 21:56:09 GMT -5
No sooner had the third kit appeared than Mountainsound entered, carrying a wide array of herbs, one paw wrapped so thick in cobwebs that the gray fur beneath was all but lost. She hardly had enough time from the moment she entered to when she was beside the newborn, nipping the sac and licking the young kit's fur backwards to warm it, to even set down the herbs between her and Foxstar, paw raised to allow the Priestess to unwrap webs at her leisure. She focused heavily on the living kit, though she kept the two deceased ones close, giving them a few experimental licks, just in case Foxstar had been mistaken, but that's all she allowed herself before focusing back and the brown kit. She could hope the two would return to the living, but that wouldn't bring them back from the Isle of the Chosen.
Foxglove leaves and cobwebs for the bleeding, Lady's mantle and chamomile pushed towards the Promised's muzzle to, again, help with the immense bleeding, and give her strength to fight through the rest of the kitting. "Eat the herbs, Littlebird. They'll help." Her voice was clinical and cold, the words and order that would hopefully pierce the fog of her mind.
She could feel something pressing against her lips, though she fought against the pressure. She tossed her head, and clamped down her teeth. She was seeing something far from reality, the lion with the bloody throat shoving his paw into he mouth. It was like he was trying to tear her apart from the inside out. As the rough leafs scratched against her lips, it felt like the tips of the lions claws. Blood began to fill her mouth, and it was only as she gasped to breathe the herbs filled her mouth. The images faded as the den began to come back into blurry view
The cold words of her mentor finally reaching her ears as she swallowed the herbs being shoved into her mouth. Another kit began to emerge, but it was to late. It to showed now signs of life. Almost as quick as it emerged, the last one was soon to follow in quick succession. Its long gray fur had been slicked against it's small body, making it look smaller than it was. Even with it's fur slicked back, her was almost double the size of the smaller brown female. As soon as it had been freed, it began to protest the rough treatment loudly.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 15, 2018 22:44:46 GMT -5
Two out of five. And the two most certainly weren't in the clear yet either. Mountainsound thought with a pang of sadness. Pushing aside her own grief at the loss of innocent lives, the former medicine cat worked to keep the kits warm, whispering to them softly, soothingly, to hopefully let them settle down. She'd give them to Littlebird in a few moments, once Foxstar had determined her stable. The kittens, hopefully, would be alright for those first few heartbeats.
"That's all of them." Foxstar commented, changing out the cobwebs and herbs to continue helping stem the bleeding. "You doing alright, Littlebird?" Her tone didn't hold the air of an order any longer, though the cold tone of her voice remained. It wasn't comforting, then again, it wasn't meant to be. The Promised would most certainly not be happy to find out that not all her kittens had survived, though the Priestess, admittedly, couldn't sympathize much. After all, she never had been the maternal sort, even when her kits were newborns, as most of them could attest to.
Skipstep anxiously hung back in the mouth of the den. He hadn’t wanted to interefere with the high priestess and the senators efforts, but he strained to see if Littlebird was okay. He could see the small bundles and noticed that some lay unattended. He noticed though that they were not breathing or moving and he felt a pang. The kits were already dead. Even after all the suffering Littlebird went through to carry them to this point. They were dead.
Jetclaw hadn’t moved from her spot. She had shifted to ensure she wasn’t hindering Foxstar or Mountainsound but she stayed close pressed against Littlebird. “You did it! They’re out,” the tan and black shecat meowed giving her sister in law a few gentle licks to try and sooth her. “Are you okay? Your..” she glanced at the kits seeing three not moving, but two were and were being cared for by Mountainsound. “Your two little ones are real fighters! Just like their mother.”
"Two..?" she replied in barely more than a whisper. two.. no there had been more than two. Even in her foggy mind, there had to be more than two. She looked around with blurry eyes, as she began to panic welling up in her chest. She didn't even see the two kits that Jetclaw said were doing well. The thought was cut short as a painful ripple made it's way down her side. The bleeding had started to slow, but she was in a greatly weakened state. She wasn't able to think very cleary
"Where are they? Where are my kits? Skipstep?" she sounded frantic, and shetried to force herself to her paws only to collapse back into the nest
“No no, relax,” Jetclaw insisted gently nudging her to lie back down. “Mountainsound’s caring for them,”
“And I’m right here,” Skipstep emboldened by Littlebird falling for him skirted around Foxstar to get closer to her. “Just take it easy Littlebird,” he gave her a gentle lick as Jetclaw shifted to lie beside Little it’d once more providing her support and warmth. “Just breathe,”
Before she could even land in the nest, Skipstep was at her side. The warmth of his body seeped into her fur ans he slipped into the nest beside her. She burried her nose in his fur, as the warmth of his voice reached her ears. He was always warm, the ever present scent of sunflowers that always clung to her fur entering into her nose. She just breathed in his scent, his presense helping to calm her fears. In that moment, he was what she needed.
Skipstep had been there for her every step of the way, but all she had done was push him away. Their relationship had started off as a mere arangement, and yet here she was seeking him for comfort. It wasn't fair to him, all he had ever done was be supportive and loving. He was in love with her... and no matter how much she had tried to deny it, she was in love with him to. She didn't know if she would ever be able to prove it to him.
"Are they ok?" she questioned. She was tiered and longed to close her eyes and curl up with skipstep and sleep, but she needed to know they were ok.
“Yes,” Skipstep meowed settling by her, taking Jetclaw’s place the tan and black she cat going over to the three unmoving kits and trying to urge life into them. Perhaps they just needed more encouragement and Jetclaw set about trying to urge just a little bit of life out of them, as Mountainsound was caring for the two that were breathing.
But after she’d tried for a minute and got nothing, she gave up. The three kits had been born dead. Her tail drooped but she shifted to turn her focus to the living ones.
“They’re Fine Littlebird, Mountainsound And Foxstar are just making sure they’re and you’re okay before giving them to you. There”s a gray one and a brown one, she’s quite feisty that one,” Jetclaw purred. “They’re tough fighters already, just like the rest of the family.”
With his confirmation that the kits were alright, she closed her eyes and leaned into his warmth. With all that she had been though, she needed to rest. She wasn't out of the woods just yet, and she would be very vulnerable to disease and infection until she had recovered. She felt weak and shaky, but the bleeding had almost stopped. She was becoming more stable.
She smiled as her described the two kits, although she had hoped that they would not closely resemble their true father. She didn't want the clan to view them in an unfavorable light.
Just then a commotion began outside the den, making her lick her ears towards the entrance where cats had begun to shout.
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 30, 2018 15:32:19 GMT -5
"You can't go in in there!" Whitemagnolia screeched as she chased the large brown tom from a ways away. The tom carried frost on his pelt, still seeming to have not melted from the warmth of SunClan's territory. His green eyes were ablaze and wide like the moon. His claws scrapped on the earth as if they were not used to such an easy trek. She large tom moved with forceful purpose the muscles on his shoulders and back seemed to ripple when he walked, a sign of the physical effects his home territory had on his body.
