LITTLE STARSWEEPER ◇ birthing

[SWORDSKIT.]

IF SOMETHING GOES A LITTLE WRONG
WELL YOU CAN GO AHEAD AND BRING IT ON

Things changed over time or that's what most people expected, the small kitten having been in the warmth of their mother and close to most of their siblings only to have it stripped away in mere moments. He arrived a lot sooner than his other siblings, he was the second born to both Winterhymns and Magnum. The moment he had landed within a bundle of blankets, a shrill mewl would pierce the silence and the air would begin to fill his lungs. It was all so new and strange... And cold. The feeling of a warm tongue brushing against him didn't seem to settle the child either, with small paws stretching out as if to get a grip of something yet his paws didn't seem to do that as he flailed for a few moments laying there continuing to mewl loudly. He was lost or at least, somewhat on why he was suddenly in the cold instead of being warm and huddled up with his siblings.

Suddenly, his stomach began to hurt with hunger. He tumbled onto his side for a moment which startled him to the point where he stopped crying but once he rolled onto his belly and felt a bigger tongue lap at him, the child let out a hiss of protest. The dark furred child beginning to stumble around with small sniffs, the scent of milk making him begin to crawl forward a lot faster. Swordskit having to climb over a few of his siblings whilst doing this task, he toppled forward on accident with his nose hitting the tummy of Winterhymns. Once more, the child was becoming vocal until he found a place to feed and began to suckle, a few muffled mewls leaving him before he fell completely silent. He was surrounded by his siblings and it was a bit warm... Now he had food. He supposed that it wasn't that bad being out in the world.

Just him, his eleven siblings, and their parents. Nothing more, nothing less.

— Reggan