[Birthing] Progeny Of The Stars

She had slowly begun to work her way back up to only a sneeze every several hours. Not a swift recovery, perhaps because her unborn brood and the impending birthing were taking so much of her energy. For now, she was lounging, napping, and the den was empty. Kavdaya wasn’t too far away, having nipped out to grab a few herbs that might still be growing in this season with the assurances that she wouldn’t be long at all.

Life never waited. It began as a few cramps, enough that her ears flicked pack, one drowsy eye opening as she monitored them. And, over time, as they began to morph into discernible contractions, she pushed herself heavily to her paws, sending Battlesong from her roost in a niche at the top of the chamber, winging out to find the Master Healer as Surreal waddled into her Alcove, settling gingerly into the deep piles of moss everyone seemed to have been hoarding to the alcove in the last few days.

Inside, her brood was a roiling mass of wriggling as the cramps and contractions ushered the as yet unborn litter to take order. She had the vaguest, most shadowy memories of her birth. She wasn’t even completely sure if they really were an actual memory, to be honest. One thing she was certain of, this was going to be a hard ride. And all the former Archangel could do was hold on tight for it.

Battlesong, meanwhile, had already found the Master Healer, and chose to seek out the rest of the family, pointing each one toward the event, before returning to the cave and landing on her roost. ”They are coming.”

Surreal nodded, already able to hear Kavday and Regulus bounding down the ravine.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think