Quiet, Sam had to agree, was always better. Between Elduin's and Sea's return, the threat of.. whatever looming off in the distance, and the sickness killing the male bodied doberman, Quiet was always better. Easier to handle. A soft sigh crossed her muzzle at the soft announcement from Goldie, picking up pillows here and there and curling up behind the Captain. Sam, this time, told softer stories- one of times far far before the reckoning of her Grey earth. Her nose had pressed gently to the neck of her lover when it came time, offering gentle encouragement.

As far as Sam was concerned, the Captain knew what she was doing. Sam was just an assistant in this plan. But, finally, when the final cub came free, Sam rose to her paws and came about the front of Goldie, her nose slowly lowering down and nuzzling at each of the suckling children.

"SPEECH"

For a time, things had been nothing but serene for Lovekit and his siblings. There was warmth, and darkness, and occasionally the unpleasant scrape of horns or wings against another body. Then, all of that was swept away in a rush of cold and muffled voices that felt incredibly far away for the young kit, eyes still sealed shut and ears flattened down. At the very least, their arrival into the world was much calmer than it was for many others, such as the cousins and siblings that they would come to know. Instead of shouting or chaos as their mother rushed somewhere to give birth, they were welcomed into the world with soft touches and nuzzles, and the feeling of a gentle tongue brushing back their fur. There was no unpleasantness, except for the sudden rush of cold that came with emerging out into the real world. Not to mention the feeling of his siblings squirming and mewling urgently around him.

Larger than most of his siblings, Lovekit took more after Goldie than he did Sam, although his sharply pointed ears and little scrap of a tail did make it clear that Sam had an influence. With his bulky feline body, the young boy was able to easily shove his way forward, a loud mew of protest leaving him whenever he bumped up against Lawkit or Harlow. Lowering his head down, it wasn't long before the kitten was suckling happily, unbothered by anything else in the world besides the primal desire to eat. In the future, the boy would have far more words to say, and many more goals in mind, but for now? For now, he was just happy, and at peace. As long as he had his mothers and his food, he had no problems in the world.

IF MY LIFE IS GOING

Ever since his return, Seapaw had moved on to his own room. He hadn't been too happy about it, if he was honest with himself, but he knew his mothers needed their space so he kept his muzzle shut. Up until the meteor had hit, he had always slept curled with his mothers.

In place of those old habits, he had started to make his first action of each day to check up on his mothers. Today was no different, as he trudged across the house, massive tail draging across the floor. He would rasp a paw against the door before pokeing his head into the room. A small gasp left him at the sight and he looked to his mothers, as if asking for permission to enter.

Roxanne had been there the first time Goldenluxury had brought life to the Typhoon and well, hearing the news of more great nephews and nieces warmed her heart mainly due to the fact that Goldie was having a family of her own. Her legacy being a vast and impressive one, Roxie could only imagine how the children would react to their mother's stories, a warm smile fitted on her maw as she carried a small load within her jaws. Much like Lucifer, the Officer had wanted to make her own type of gifts for the little ones and she couldn't help but watch Lucifer with amusement, seeing someone so tall and dark carrying some plushies that seemed to have been crafted by his own claws was endearing to say the least. Roxie didn't have such great gifts like that but she had taken the time to knit woolen blankets for the little ones and made them some small bandanas that she thought they'd like. Though even if she was spoiling Goldie's children with such, she had not forgotten her own children having made the same for them even if they were growing older. She would fret over all her children over a tuft of fur or if they had eaten that day, they would never hear the end of her... Until her end came, that is.

Pushing that thought away, the aunt of Goldenluxury wiggled her way into the crowd only to find her pupils widening at the sight of the cubs. Pups? Cups? Pubs? She wasn't sure of what they'd be called considering how they were both feline and canine but, she would love them all dearly regardless of what they were or how they looked like. Both Sam and Goldie had done well, it was good to see some new blood around here even if it was more new additions to the Roux family. Oh, how they were growing at a fast pace... Like rabbits. Roxanne knew that Goldie would never have so many kids like her father or at least, hoped she wouldn't but that alone would be her niece's choice and Roxanne would respect that. Roxie didn't think she would have anymore kids of her own seeing as her crumbling love life was less fruitful in comparison to when she actually had cubs though she did miss the soft pitter patter of paws within her home, they were soft and distant now with her children moving out. It saddened her though she knee they would all leave the nest at some point, perhaps, she will move to the Officer's quarters too... Silencing her train of thought, the Officer would set down the basket only to speak with a slow nod "Blankets and bandannas for the little ones," Before she would add with a soft purr "They're absolutely precious," [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]