Moved Accounts
So I recently moved to Thundrstormy so if you follow me to go follow that account! Because this account will be officially dead after this post. This is for a few reasons, and one of them may be because someone just reminded me I wanted to do this.
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[WCO Winter Contest] - Little Miracles
Made by Crumbless, edited and posted on deviantart by me[tawny~]
Snow fell from the sky, sending flurries scattering down to the ground, turning the world white. Light streamed brightly into the nursery inside Thunderclan’s camp. As a blizzard raged outside the walls, a few snowflakes whisking into the nursery, sending a cold chill into the warm, and milky scented den. A white mass of fur began to pant deeply, named Pheasantheart, with her mate, Grousefall, next to her, with a worried expression on his face. The kits, they were coming a bit early than expected, but, Pheasantheart was the same when she was born, so Grousefall tried to not to worry all that much, for his mate, and for the kits. It was his duty, he didn’t want to fail them, ever. “It's...okay Pheasantheart..the kits will be worth it...I promise you!” Her mate encouraged, with the same worried expression still plastered on his face, licking her head gently, trying to comfort her, somehow.
Pheasantheart didn’t have the strength to reply, gritting her teeth in pain as a ripple passed through her, making her gasp in shock. “I-It hurts Grousefall!” The white furred molly whimpered, eyes wincing in pain. The pain….! She thought, Pheasantheart wanted to yowl her heart out, that the pain was too much, that this wasn’t worth it, but her proud demeanor refused her to do just that. Sounds of pawsteps, and the crunching of snow filled her ears as the medicine cat entered the nursery quickly, a bundle of herbs in her jaws. Crowthistle set the herbs down quickly, and gently nudged some of them toward Pheasantheart. “Here, Pheasantheart, eat these, they’ll help your milk supply, alright?” Pheasantheart yowled as another ripple came through. “Crowthistle...is their anything...I can do to help?” Grousefall asked, concern filled in his eyes. The medicine cat gave a slight distracted nod, tail flicking softly. “Ah, yes, she’s needs water, she’ll be thirsty, get some moss, and dip it in some water near the stream, alright?” Grousefall gave a court nod, before speeding away quickly, not wasting anytime. Crowthistle turned her attention to Pheasantheart, “Alright, now.” She started as a ripple of pain passed through the queen. “When I say push, push, got it?” Pheasantheart gave a half of a nod, before giving out a yowl as another ripple passed through. “PUSH!” Crowthistle yelled.
A few moments later…
Three small bundles lay suckling at her side, some mewling happily. Pheasantheart was very exhausted, and Grousefall could tell by the way her eyes sparkled, and her flanks heaved. “Are you...alright Pheasantheart?” Grousefall asked worriedly, he had been fussing about her for a few minutes, and Crowthistle had left the nursery to give them some space. His optics were filled with pride, as he gazed at them, with wide, brilliant green eyes. “They were born in leafbare, like you!” He commented excitedly, a happy expression across his face, and optics in total. “Yes..they are..” Pheasantheart murmured, love filled in her eyes, this time. Their all so wonderful….I can’t imagine when they’ll be able to be warriors… She thought with warm thoughts in her mind, her kits were important to her, and her mate, and she wanted them to grow happy and strong. “What should we name them?” Grousefall asked, snapping Pheasantheart out of her mind, and getting her back in the living world. “Oh! Yes!” She mewed out loud, turning her head to look at her wonderful little bundles. Names… “Perhaps..Grasskit for this one?” She nudged towards the patched tabby, who mewled in protest at her mother's nudge. Grousefall gave a satisfied nod at the name. “That would be lovely!” He exclaimed, love, wonder, and excitement filled in his eyes, and Pheasantheart gave a loving expression, thoughts swirling about the future, something she wanted to happen. My kits could be great warriors, and perhaps...leader, or a medicine cat! “How about Deerkit for the tom, and Snowkit for the other she cat.?” Grousefall mewed, nudging the other two kits as he spoke. “Yes...yes...sounds nice dear..” Pheasantheart mewed with contentment, eyes sparkling with love, looking a bit distracted, but Grousefall was too focused on the kits to notice. “These kits will be the greatest warriors, I bet.” They will… Grousefall mewed proudly, nudging at his mates muzzle, purring with satisfaction. “They certainly will..” Pheasantheart mewed back, intertwining her tail with her mate’s as she gazed down at her kits, love shining from both of their eyes. I’ve never been so happy in my life...but leafbare is harsh, am I so sure they will survive? Grasskit already looks too weak...I fear she’ll never make it to newleaf..Watcher Raffle THINGy(Tis is not mine)
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