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Contractions had woken Blue up in the early morning hours. She had managed to ignore them for the most part and went about her day as normal. The pain wasn’t all that different than her usual aches, or so she convinced herself, chewing on raspberry leaves and keeping her paws busy so she didn’t think about it too much. She organized some of the herbs in the Shaman’s den, replaced the bedding in her nest, she even caught a mouse that she’d eat when she was hungry (although it presently still sat outside her den, untouched). No one bothered her all day and she managed to nap briefly before the sun set. Blue hadn’t shared the news of her labor with Funk or Nyiradessa, though. She figured she could do this on her own. She’d always done everything on her own, after all…
But she had underestimated the pain. She choked back her screams but towards the end couldn’t hold them back anymore. It was terrifying. She was a small cat but these were big kits, especially the first one, a bengal like his father. The next two came easier, a couple of dilute spotted tabbies who shared the same placenta. They mirrored each other almost perfectly although one was much larger than the other. As soon as she passed the afterbirth she groomed his brood clean, nursed them for a little while, then cleaned up the mess and stepped outside. The kits were screaming for their mother almost immediately but she ignored them and lowered herself to the ground. The cool concrete felt great against her sore body. She felt like herself for the first time in moons but was now a slave to a different kind of prison: Motherhood. Blue had hoped seeing the kits would make her heart full but it did not. How was she going to do this? Her kits continued to cry, but she felt no urgency to return to them and rested her head on her paws, deep in thought.
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POSTEDFeb 29, 2020 16:16:31 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
[ so i'm not exactly sure where she is, so if she's not in the den, we'll just pretend that nyira followed her scent because she needed something ro somthin ]
"Your kittens will die if you let them scream like that. It is too cold for them to survive without your body warmth. If you had one singular brain cell in that dense skull of yours, you would know this."
The voice came from behind her. One might expect that she would have some sort of sympathy for Blue, but if she did, the sympathy was buried deep within a portrayed disgust. Blue was an arrogant fool to not alert someone. Birth was a dangerous game, and Nyiradessa herself had been putting bets on whether or not Blue's small shape would survive it. Her decision to do it alone, without she nor Funk, the only two cats who had enough of a medicial knowledge to be of help, was ignorant, and it put the kittens at an immeasurable risk.
The she-cat transcending the distance between she and the infants. Three. Her head tilted slightly at the sight of three bodies; the amount of weight that Blue had gained had not been enough to support three lives. When she got close enough to truly observe the litter, she quickly understood.
"Have you bothered to give them a medical exam, or were you too selfish to do even that?" she asked coldly, before pullig her tail across the spines of the kittens. "Now, now. Hush up, you'll be alright," she soothed, allowing the kittens to touch her side as to absorb some of her own warmth, since the mother herself was clearly too incompetent to.
[ sorry that was unclear! I'm not sure exactly where she is either. let's just say it's a small shed. I'll add more details in my reply below ]
Blue didn't even look up as Nyiradessa approached. Her eyes were empty as she took in the rant. It was not really sinking in only because Blue was already in agreement with everything she had said. It had been stupid and reckless to do this alone. Funk, Nyiradessa and common sense all told her that this would be a difficult birth. Small cats like her often struggled with deliveries even when they were the picture of health. And Blue wasn't. Her fur was always lusterless but she had recently developed a few bald patches. Her spine and ribs poked out like a twoleg clothing rack. She seemed so, so tiny, smaller than before she was even pregnant, not that her mentor would have really known her back then. She didn't have a death wish... she was no kit killer... But...
She quickly got to her paws and padded back toward her den, banishing such thoughts, there was no changing the present. Her current home was a shed behind one of the abandoned houses near the Shaman's den. It was a poorly insulted and had several broken windows. There were certainly better places available - but it could have been a lot worse. Blue tripped over her own feet upon her approach and stumbled into Nyiradessa's side. The Mage weighed about as much as a leaf and was cold to the touch. It took her awhile to pull herself away and sit down next to the kits, "I'm sorry, Nyiradessa. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm freezing. I was afraid I'd make them even colder, so... I stepped outside for a moment..."
Not very smart, considering outside was colder than inside, but she was not thinking very clearly. She was shaking a little bit when she put her nose down to the kits and nosed each one of them. Still warm, still breathing. She turned her eyes back to Nyiradessa, "They seem fine to me." But they were still calling out to her, crawling toward her, but she was just out of reach on purpose.
