i'm tired [fox/mouse bbies]

Foxheart and Mousefang's babies were born. Everyone was surprised. They thought she would never have kits, being a character true to her name and all. Especially with the guy she bullied the most.

She sighed as the kits ran around her paws. They were almost too playful for her own good.

[icee is too tired to write long convoluted exposition like with poppy so feel free to post my chilluns. there are still a few slots open here if anyone wants to make the game of thrones stark bbies - if not them idk as long as they're cute kitties. 5 is still my max]

Rowantalon ducked into the nursery with a small smile, dipping his head to the she-cats in the nursery and padding over to Foxheart. Although he had never felt the pain of birth, he knew enough to respect he she-cats that went through it.

"Hello, Foxheart. How are you feeling?" He newer quietly. She looked exhausted, and she had quite a big litter. They certainly would be a handful.

Foxheart and Mousefang. He never would've believed it, yet here they were, with a litter of kits. He could only imagine what the Mist's lair was like, and even that made him shudder. He could only suppose it was natural to feel a connection to the others that were trapped there.

An excited little shriek burst from Wolfkit's mouth as he hurtled Foxheart's forelegs the best he could, ignoring the way that his stubby little legs stumbled slightly as he ducked behind his mother's back. Although it seemed that Peonykit rarely enjoyed playing with him in such a manner, he rarely had issues with finding ways to entertain himself. Especially with how Foxheart always let him play like this. Clumsily scrambling down Foxheart's flank with a little grunt of effort, the little tom remained somewhat close to his mother's belly as he curiously eyed Rowantalon with  interested eyes. "Who are you?" Wolfkit sniffed with wide eyes, making a slight face as he did so- the tom smelled disgusting in comparison to his mother and the other queens who frequented the nursery.