02-25-2020, 01:20 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: Times New Roman;font-size:10pt;text-align:justify;"]As days went on, Moth felt herself growing heavier, and unable to walk as far as she would normally. Even if she hadn't been a medic, at this point, she would have just known that the kittens were closer and closer to coming, and so, she stayed in her house, afraid of moving somewhere else in case she suddenly went into labor, so that they would be safe inside of a clean home, unable to get sick from dirt and mud, or from others, and so that she could be close to Selby, in case she felt like something was wrong, and, besides, she was still concussed from her unwelcome trip to the Pitt, and therefore thought it best to stay indoors anyway.
It was early in the morning, and Moth had just woken up, hungry, and had began to walk herself to the kitchen of her home to grab some food she kept in the pantry on occasions like this, when she felt an extra kick to her stomach, pain wracking through her body, and she knew. It was time. But she wasn't ready. "S-Selby!" The medic would call out, in hopes that he could hear her, unknowing if he had stayed in her home last night or if he had gone back to his own, and she'd scramble the best she could, heading to a proper room where they'd be safe and warm when it was over.
When it was all said and done, there were five kittens at her side. The first to be born was an orange tabby male, the next, a sharp black male, small in size and stature, but healthy. The third was a smokey colored tabby male, obvious to those who knew the leader before Leroy as to who's bloodline they came from, for he looked almost alike to the former general. Fourth came another male, speckled grey and black with white toes, small like one of his brothers, through broad shouldered. Fifth and finally came another that looked similar to the first, though white splayed through her body more, and back leg twisted, kinked, around her tail. She wasn't the smallest, though she was small, and she seemed... sickly. If one was to come into the room with her, they would see Moth focusing attention on this kitten as she had already deemed the others healthy.
It was early in the morning, and Moth had just woken up, hungry, and had began to walk herself to the kitchen of her home to grab some food she kept in the pantry on occasions like this, when she felt an extra kick to her stomach, pain wracking through her body, and she knew. It was time. But she wasn't ready. "S-Selby!" The medic would call out, in hopes that he could hear her, unknowing if he had stayed in her home last night or if he had gone back to his own, and she'd scramble the best she could, heading to a proper room where they'd be safe and warm when it was over.
When it was all said and done, there were five kittens at her side. The first to be born was an orange tabby male, the next, a sharp black male, small in size and stature, but healthy. The third was a smokey colored tabby male, obvious to those who knew the leader before Leroy as to who's bloodline they came from, for he looked almost alike to the former general. Fourth came another male, speckled grey and black with white toes, small like one of his brothers, through broad shouldered. Fifth and finally came another that looked similar to the first, though white splayed through her body more, and back leg twisted, kinked, around her tail. She wasn't the smallest, though she was small, and she seemed... sickly. If one was to come into the room with her, they would see Moth focusing attention on this kitten as she had already deemed the others healthy.