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DANCING RABBIT.

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TELL ME PRETTY LIES, LOOK ME IN THE FACE ♡
//CW/TW for blood and birth complications, as well as Rabbit having some mean thoughts. PLEASE only read if you can take that.

Rabbit had been given the news about the sick prey, and had become almost paranoid about it; the idea of eating food that could possibly kill her or the kits inside of her, it made her nervous to no end. So she'd have Mink and Rochester hunt for her, staying in the nursery when she had gotten far too round and big to walk around. Her feet ached with a soreness that one couldn't compare, swollen from the weight she carried around.

She hadn't gotten up for days, and when she finally decided that some sun wouldn't hurt, the Queen had limped her way out of the nursery and into the sun. Until the clouds had covered the sky, overtaking the blue with greys and blacks; she felt rain hit her nose, nose shriveling up in distaste as the rain began to batter down against her pelt. Thunder rumbled in the sky above them, lightning striking and rattling the ground furiously. It made the queen jump in shock, feeling a strange tensing in her stomach, before a sharp kick in her side made her screech out in pain.

Crouched low to the ground, ragged breaths left the pregnant tortoiseshell's lips, loud yowls of pain leaving her repeatedly. Something was wrong- what was wrong, what was happening-

"R-Rat.. RAT! Roch-Rochester! Mink- Please- Pleaseplease, someone help me, something's wroong- UGH!"

She felt something liquid slide down her back leg, the two appendages giving out as Rabbit collapsed into the quickly dampening ground. Mud soaked into her normally perfectly groomed pelt, red igor dotting the ground and mixing with the rainwater. A loud grunt left her lips, wishing to StarClan that she never would have made the mistake of spending that night with Rochester. Regretting that she didn't poison herself sooner, didn't eat those deathberries that she had collected sooner. Would she die like this? In pain, choking on water and ragged breaths for oxygen?

Panic set in, the throes of labor causing her stomach to clench, contractions starting as another loud yowl left her lips.

She turned her body, clenching her teeth and pushing until she felt something leave her body. Blood coated the bubble-textured placenta on the ground, the little figure inside of it not moving; Rabbit's breaths grew quick, hyperventilation setting in. Her vision was blurring, eyes burning into the tiny bundle on the ground before she glanced around.

"My kit.. S-Someone help, please- Someone-someone-"

Did StarClan curse her with a failed delivery? Would this never end? Was this her punishment for not being good enough?

// For medical help: She is slowly bleeding out, but can be saved by Birdfeather. She is currently having a panic attack. The first kit is born not breathing or moving, so she'll need some help to get the kit to take its first breath. Then, Witheredkit will make her first post.
♡ TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME, EVEN IF IT'S FAKE
[biography]
 
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DRY ROT

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dry rot had made his opinion of his fellow kitten explicitly clear on many occasions. put simply, he didn't like them. hate was too strong a word, some were alright. his siblings could be bearable, and berrykit always managed to brighten his day. the others though, for all he could care they could choke on the infected prey. that was why he spent so much time outside of the nursery. better far away, where he was sure to stay out of conflicts with the menaces. he lounged under the slowly disappearing sky. watched it begin to plague with cloud and murk. rain was nice, it was pretty and made the moor smell rich and clean, but it meant the worst. it meant he was banished by starclan to the nursery for the night. the kitten rolled his eyes, irritated paws lifting his retaliating body. muscles screamed in cohesive exhaustion and ache. dry rot would've preferred to have time to stretch, but the sky had other plans.

a crack, brutal and sudden. light flashing violently across his vision, eye floaters of white and cream plaguing his gaze. the kitten stepped back in shock, only to receive the sudden barrage of slowly increasing rainfall.

"
dung.."

as quickly as he could turn, he noticed rabbit collapse to the ground. a spattering of muted red and mud splashing up around her. a tidal wave. dry rot stood still, and watched. awkwardly observing his worst nightmare. suddenly, she gasped, wheezed a cry like nothing dry rot had heard before. more terrifying than any rumble of thunder. already stiff muscles tensed, and his paws moved forward quickly, instinctively.

"my kit.. s-someone help, please- someone-someone-"

why was he the one that had to hear this call.

"
b-bird!" his cry was unlucky, muffled by another crack in the sky, brutal, unforgiving. his paws slipping on quickly dampening ground as he skidded to a halt beside his aunt. panicked, ears flat and body wavering under the downfall. "yo-you have to get up, you have to-"

that's when he noticed it, the ball wrapped in the skin so thin he could see the rat-like features. dry rot felt bile rising in his throat, this was truly the worst day ever. a dry heave, heavy and racking his chest. the second even worse as he shot his face towards the creature. a cat small enough to be freshkill, smelling something foul. what in the starclan was he supposed to do. the little furbrain was going to drown before rabbit would get up.

"
rabbit, get up." his voice was cracking under the pressure, and it was unlikely to recover. his maw scooted a couple more inches down, gripping onto the ball with his overhanging tooth. desperate not to draw blood, desperate for some other felines help. the kitten was drenched, soaked by the time he heaved it to his chest. trying desperately to accentuate his hunch, shield the little dirt ball with his body. it wasn't breathing, or moving, or... was this thing dead. starclan damn you. she was drowning out here. the kitten was running now, far away from the still birthing feline, crashing into the medicine den with a kitten grappled in his teeth. eyes wild and begging.
 
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DAISY BELLE

ART NOT MINE!
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Mink had been out hunting that day wanting to capture something real good for Dancing Rabbit to eat so her kits could contunie on to grow so her love could give a healthy birth. The disease that had started to befall this land had not yet started to trouble the bengals mind not when she had captures a healthy smelled rabbit on the moors. It was a fortunate capture and just in time for the rain to start as well. Mink would glance up at the sky as the first drops fall down upon her nose, making her twitch it before a frown settled upon pleasant features. She liked to swim in the lake but she wasn't special fond of the rain!. Quickly the molly would grap the rabbit that laid on the ground and would hurry herself back to the gorge to hopefully there escape into one of the dry tunnels for shelters.

By the time she finally grow close to the camp come to discover a horrifying sight. Was that...? Mink mint-green eyes widen as she more then ever before hurried herself over to the tortoiseshell side, dropping her newly caught rabbit in the middle of her sprint until she finally reached her. " Rabbi!!, oh my dear stars." she would speak with a voice drowned in horror and terrified worry, seeing the cat she loved lay there in a worried amount of blood. Paniced the snow sepia would start to glance around, after help, but only caught Dry Rot in the distance who was running away from here. She had no clue why he was running away, or knew about the kit he had carried in his mouth but she could only assumed he was getting help. What sort of a fox-hearted cat would leave a birthing mother out here in the cold of the rain otherwise?.

Mink had to focus on what she could do under the meantime which was trying to move the other molly away from the merciless storm. " Come on hun, you..you have to try to get up. We need to get you somewhere dry. " she would speak softly to her beloved as she come to crounch down beside her, nudging her gentle as she tried to lift her up, trying her best here while having no real clue on what to do. " S-someone!!, help me someone!!." she called out desperately in the storm, tears glimting in the distress she-cat eyes. She had never done this before...she had no clue what she could do. Mother...what am i suppose to do?. She didn't wanted to lose her, she didn't wanted to love her Rabbi!.
 

Rochester

「Spιrιυrιαl Peт」
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Screams of the beloved rang, ripping into his eardrums and tearing his heart. There wasn't even a thought, a moment's hesitation before he launched onto his silver paws. The rosette tabby would skid out into the rain, his paws slipping against the forming mud. Against the downpour his pale gaze squinted, seeking out the tortoiseshell. A youthful brown figure rushed past him, his eyes shooting wide at the sight of still kit clenched in his jaws. "Rabbit?" Panic drove into his being like a ghost impaling him with scyther claws. His fur was plastering to his body, his paws slipping and skidding in the mud until he found the pregnant queen with another by her side.

Rochester barely heeded the other bengal's presence as she dove down to the dual-toned femme. "Rabbit.." He'd breathe, his head turning and looking all over. There was blood. She was soaked, cold. Silver ears would swoop back against his head, flicking back rain droplets with the motion. "W-We need to get you inside." Gently he nuzzled her head before turning his head to look around and address what was around him- The other molly. "Help me get her inside. The child ran to get the medicine cat." His usual shyness in the presence of others was dismissed immediately, his focus was to get his mate taken care of. She was the priority. She always had been. Gostling a nose under the tortoiseshell's arm and shifting until it was over the back of his neck, he'd direct a pointed look to the other to assist on getting her on his back. This would discomfort her, but they'd get her inside the den. Out of the rain.

If, with the assistance of Mink, he'd be able to pull the queen into the nursery. placing her down into the nursery. Muted green-yellow eyes would flicker about the den then out towards the opening. Birdwhisper would be here soon. Silent prays racked his mind for his queen, and for their kittens. Coming up around the outer edge of the molly, he'd attempt to press against her, attempting to provide warmth even though he was as wet as she. A bengal patterned tail resting over hers, his tongue rasping her fur backwards over her shoulder.

Brightstar had confirmed his belief in something higher.. Now he'd pray with every being that everything worked out. They were good cats. Just starting a family. Please.. Starclan show your mercy.



You are, you are the reason..tags

[color=COLOR HERE]Name: Rochester

Age: 16 Moons

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He|Him|His

Group: Windclan

Rank: Warrior

Appearance: SH Silver rosetted tabby with pale green/yellow eyes

[/color]


 
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Too much yelling- always too much, too many cats, too many cats. But her invasive thoughts were pushed away as her sense of duty set in, getting to thin shaky limbs. From the yowls, and the name permeating the air, she could guess that Rabbit was giving birth- so, akin to a machine, she gathered her supplies- borage, stick, raspberry leaves- but there was more and more screaming, a kit- a kit- a kit.

Sprinting over as fast as she could, despite her slight limp and staggered movements, Birdwhisper was eventually there, her golden eyes wide with shock. That kitten was not moving, did not breathe, and she knew that was her first priority- at the screaming, panicking cats around her, she loudly urged them, her shaky voice as firm as she could make it. "Lick it! You've guh-got to help it to breathe!" To the bloodied Rabbit she would then move her attention. "Lie her down, we don't- we don't have time," she urged, breathless. "You have to breathe- in, out. In... out. In... out." There was an attempt at guidance, as she mimicked her instructions. "I won't let you die, Rabbit, but you have t- you have to breathe, okay?" Oh, blood, so much blood- but moss, moss to soak it, cobwebs- but they all had to work together here. This was not going to be easy.
[ PENNED BY PIN ]
 
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Wet. That’s what it first felt, it would later be bestowed a female, but for now, it was simply it, a newborn with nothing to think except the sensations around it. Constriction, that was another one, something was constricting its chest. Construction and wet, that was all there was amidst the newborn's mind, where was it going? Where was the warmth? The nurture it had been graced with before? Suddenly it was placed down... something hard. Suddenly noise exploded within its mind, the pounding of rain, the panicked voices around it. So loud... too loud. A choke stifled within the small ones form, reminding it of the pain within its chest. Blind, helpless, and not able to breathe, born into a storm of cries and chaos, how fitting. More noises. More pounding. Pain, in its chest.
Breathe.
What?
Breathe!
Another stifled choke, agony spreading all over the newborn, although remaining deadly still on the outside. Its chest blooming in pain.​
TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!tags
Name: here
Age: 2 Moons
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Group: Windclan
Rank: Kit

 

VULTUREPAW

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sleek-furred pitch black kitten with chartreuse eyeswindclan kittwo moons old
all warmth is drained away, his safe little world shattering into pieces. the tiny bundle, encased in a thin membrane, squirms as much as he can squirm in his prison. it's cold, it's so cold, and he can't breathe. his lungs scream for oxygen, yet he cannot draw in that first breath of life. why? why can he not breathe?

the thin membrane that traps him is torn away, and suddenly he can breathe. he would have been relieved, perhaps, if it isn't for the the harsh, cold air of the moors hitting him like a punch to the gut. a sharp cry is torn out of his throat, the slimy kitten flailing around in search of any warmth. he can't see anything, can't hear anything, and the scent of his mother's milk is obscured by the stronger scent of copper. he's lost in this new world, a world that seems so much bigger and scarier than the first, even though he cannot see it. and so, he cries and cries, begging for someone, anyone, to provide him comfort.
 

DANCING RABBIT.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖗
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TELL ME PRETTY LIES, LOOK ME IN THE FACE ♡
She remembered, vaguely, the rain-soaked scent of Rochester and Mink by her side. So foreign, the panic in her system- vision growing blurry from the quick breathing. With most of her weight on Rochester and Mink helping to hold her up, Birdy's nervous voice was barely heard. Breathe.. Breathe- A sharp inhale, exhale; and then another strike of lightning, the ground rumbling from the thunder. The sky flashed with yellow and white. Had she been more mentally there, maybe she would have watched in amazement at the spectral view of the storm abovehead.

However, StarClan had different plans for her, and soon she was laying on her side in the nursery- caked with water and shivering. Even with the sound of Dry Rot freaking out, she managed to see the kit dash off with her child. Her dead child.

"It's withered away.."

Witheredkit, she figured- for the kit that was born dead. Her voice was a solemn croak, the birth of a second kit barely felt in the numbing sensation of her limbs. A rough breath left her, however, the feeling of blood caking her inner thighs as Birdy worked to control the bleeding. Her breaths grew quick once more, another shriek of pain leaving her as tears soaked already dampened fur.

"This.. This- Vulture! Get these things out of me!"

Rabbit shrieked out in agony, claws aiming to dig into @Rochester 's tail. Anything to remain sane, anything to stay alive. She was too young to die, too hellbent with fury to give up on her plans now. She didn't want to die. She didn't deserve to die. She was worth more than most cats, she-

Another push brought forth her third kit, black as the night sky- those sharp little teeth glinted in the light of a lightning strike, blurry green hues staring at the sight. That one, that one looked like Rat. An unsettled feeling weighed into her stomach, hatred welling up inside of her. She turned her head away, too weak to nurture the kits that were both born; had already long given up on the barely breathing kit born first.

"StarClan.. That last one looks like a Leech.."

It was a delirious groan from the mother's lips, head falling onto the form of Mink as she rested. She'd continue soon, she was far too tired- vision was blurry. Was she going to die? Even with Birdy's help, she doubted it- maybe it was her punishment, being born into this world. Maybe her mother had influenced the star-coated felines in the sky to take her for not being good enough.
♡ TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME, EVEN IF IT'S FAKE
[biography]
 
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DRY ROT

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"lick it! you've guh-got to help it to breathe!"

lick it?! wasn't it bad enough that the kitten was grasped in his teeth, that he had brought it to birdwhisper? no, as she had greater concerns. she was quick to turn her attention away from the newborn, to the mother. dry rot couldn't save a kitten, who was birdwhisper kidding. the boy whipped around to follow the black cat as she approached rabbit hurriedly, instructing the laborer. his eyes snapped back to reality, his breathing quickened. the little bundle set down on the ground as he starred for a second in apprehension. maybe bird was wrong, maybe it was already dead and past saving. everything was happening much too quickly, and the rusty cogs in his skull couldn't process it all. maybe, the best-case scenario would be this kit passing away, not suffering.

that's when it happened. the breath, shaking, and sudden. breaking the death spell, filling dry rot with somehow more panic. what was he doing? why wasn't he helping the kitten? the boy gasped, shooting his own wet face down, holding his lungs full of clear air. if he was going to have to clean this flea, he wouldn't be smelling it. the licks were quick, the taste was bloody and fresh. it made his stomach turn further. cartwheels in his chest as he desperately cleaned the black fur of the grime. wet fur was giving way to warmth, and for once, he found himself pleading for another kitten. pleading for her safety.

"
hey.. hey.." his voice was soft, intermediately placed between rapid swipes of a hooked tongue, "did you hear that, you have a name, don't you wanna learn your name?"

please, starclan.
 
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Suddenly the still kit was being touched, rasped over by something pricky, but stirring something within it. Jolts of a sharp sensation rattled through it, it needed to do something, anything. Finally, something erupted from the kit, a breath of air. Filling its lungs with another sensation, coldness, but the kit wanted more. Another inhale. Something told it to push it out, but it wanted to keep the refreshing breath for another moment. After a pause an exhale would leave the kit, shallow but there all the same. Inhale, exhale, more air. Coughs began to rattle the kitten- it needed more air, more more! Chokes came from it, what was going so wrong? It would be a minute before it would be able to control its breaths, now a bit stronger than the shallow wheezes. The constriction was eased, though there was still a sharp feeling as it inhaled, pain, it would be pain. Shivers came next, cold, it was not in her lungs anymore, it had escaped and coated her form in a harsh way. It needed to find warmth. A wriggle came from the kit as it tried to find its... mother? Anything to cure it of this deadly cold. A feeble and tiny paw was now outstretched, how had it done that? Did it listen to its mind? The paw down moved downwards, making contact with something warm, it needed to get to it! The newborn tried to muster the strength to urge its way towards the source, Dry Rot, but it didn’t know who was attached to it, only that it was there. its attempt came to no avail though, and it gave up, its tiny paw still resting on the others, was it doomed to be cold forever? The kit clung on to the little bit of warmth that was the brown tabby, clinging on for life.​
TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!tags
Name: here
Age: 2 Moons
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Group: Windclan
Rank: Kit

 
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LEECHPAW

🅂🄿🄸🅃🄴🄵🅄🄻
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Everything had been so comfortable inside of that little safe place, inside of the womb of thier mother along with thier siblings. The kit could have stayed in there forever, in it's warmth lil place but moder nature had other plans for them, a plan that followed the birth of life. Soon, very soon he would leave that warm and comfortable place to get meet with something new, something strange, something more open that gave him more space and...how cold it was. He would be greeted by the world with coldness, a world he later one would get trapped in. Coldness,coldness,coldness. Couldn't he just get back inside again?, inside of where he had come from?. The kit then heared the cries of the others, the others he had lived with inside of that cramped place. The kit started to fought for that first breath, for that first cry to be released like he wanted to reach out to the others, to let them know he was there, to let them know that everything would be okay. It finally came, a cry, a sign of life. He was crying, and crying, and crying, loud and clear. He had done it, passing the first test to get to be able to life in this world, a world that would be nothing but cruel. A world he would need to fight every breath for.

// blaaaah, sorry for this crappy post i literally suck at playing newborn babies cx
 

.Biting Rat.

❝ HYPOCRITE ❞
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It was bizarre how he could be thought to have kept sleeping while the chaos reigned on outside the medicine cat den, the shadowy tom curled up tightly to Livid, but the truth was he hadn't. His eyes had been screwed shut tightly, claws digging into the nest the pair shared, ears flattened stubbornly as he just wanted to spend a day with his mate, resting and taking care of her. She was hurt, couldn't the stars see he was stressing enough as is? Eventually though, his sister's shrieks brought him out reluctantly from the comfort of Livid's presence, rising slowly to his paws with exhaustion making his features look moons older than he was. Everything was so chaotic, everything was always chaotic around here, he just wanted a break, a moment of peace, without drama and stress and pain. Something.

He emerged from the den toward the nursery, the scent of blood drowning his senses as the storm slapped him fullforce in the face, soaking his thin pelt almost instantly as it came to hang loosely over his scrawny frame, making his way inside to where everyone was gathered. Once inside, he felt he aged even more. The stress weighed heavily, the pain, the smell of blood just so overwhelming he felt himself looking to make sure little Berrykit wasn't within smelling distance of the nursery out of sympathy for the kit. His son was grooming a kit, Rabbit was surrounded by worried cats. He hesitated, trying to decide what to do, before he made his way to Dry Rot and where the little kit he had was. He crouched down a good distance away from his son, still not trying to force himself upon the other, and murmured, "Try licking the opposite of how her fur lays. It'll help warm her quicker and help her breathe, okay?" Many times he had to help Livid with warming her kits when they were younger plus his niece, he basically was a professional in helping kits. He looked to where the other little ones were by Rabbit's haunches, tail lashing anxiously before he got up and aimed to grab Leechkit, dragging the little ebony tom to where him and Rot were. If successful, he'd begin to lick quickly, a deep, rumbling, throaty purr in his throat though he winced at the sharp taste, nose wrinkling momentarily and uncontrollably making a face. He chuckled anxiously, though, glancing toward the others than to Rot, smiling tensely before returning to grooming Leechkit.
"speech"
I HAVE TO CHANGE, IT'S NOW OR NEVERtags
Name: Biting Rat
Age: 39 moons
Gender: cisgender male
Pronouns: he/him
Group: Windclan
Rank: warrior
Appearance: scrawny, scarred up black oriental longhair tom with overgrown top fangs and hazel eyes
 
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ghostkit.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗
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The next to come was a she-cat of blackened fur, silvery point patterning adorning her face and paws. She cried out when she left the warmth of her mother's womb, obviously angry that someone had interrupted the warmth she loved. The warmth she was so used to.
A shriek left those lips, wailing out in agony as she squirmed in place. Something so wet, so cold, enveloped her. She hadn't heard her mother whisper her new name under her breath, horror in her eyes- Ghost. She looked like a ghost, squirming with short legs and wiggling like some ghoul. It scared Rabbit, but the child wouldn't know such.
Ghost squirmed closer to her mother, seeking the warmth of her belly before latching on for milk. Her mother's hiss went unheard by her ears, paws kneading her mother's stomach and barely audible purring sounding.
 
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cunning

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Patchkit

The tabby tom coughed and sputtered his maw a few times before a small cry came out next. He couldn't see-- he couldn't see! What was going on? He felt his paws scramble and he gave another cry. Then he felt warmth around him. Who was there? He pawed at his siblings a few times, then climbed on top of a kit that had already gotten to the milk and poked his head aimlessly until he also found milk. He felt himself calm down from his panic and sat, only moving to try and stay above his wriggling littermates.

|| Ahh my first time writing a newborn kit! Poor Ghostkit getting stepped on already ||
 
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FERRETPAW.

「HAUNTING MEMORY」
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FERRETKIT | TOM | WINDCLANNER

Tiny, ugly, and frail. Everything was warm until it wasn't. It was a sudden rumble accompanied with a violent shake within the belly of the she-cat he'd been housed in. There was a rush of movement and then cold touched him as he'd been plopped onto the floor. A scream forced his maw open, but noise didn't come. Fluid rushed inside his mouth like a storming army of angry warriors. Tiny paws pushed against the thin sack the enfolded him as he wriggled around for something warmer. However, to his dismay, the wriggling made it worse when the still warm fluid rushed away from his fragile body. Cold air attacked his reddened fur, still soaked with blood from his birth, at all sides. A tongue rasped against his body to lick away the thin membrane. A scream sounded from his maw followed by a foul tasting liquid bubbling from his throat. Again, he screamed. It was frail and thin, yet cracked the air like a surge of lighting followed by thunder. The kitten was ugly with the face of a weasel. Thin, bony, long with tiny ears though his fur was red like fire traced with silver. There were spots of darker color. It was a pelt of beauty wasted on an ugly creature with gaunt features. Tiny claws of white flashed as he struggled to move towards the scent of a she-cat heavy with milk. It was a useless attempt to move away from the painful tongue that rasped his body with sharp thorns. It screamed again. Why wasn't life working out like it was supposed to? All the kitten wanted was milk, but instead pain overwhelmed his senses.

"SPEECH."
 
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