Life goes on

It was a stormy night when Ivyfall gave birth to her latest litter. The silver she-cat was exhausted from the labor that she endured silently, growling at anyone who dared approach her. Her mate, Oakfoot (NPC) was long dead, and even if he was around, he wouldn't have cared much for her or their kits. Their affair had been purely physically, she'd felt lonely with her sibling's disappearances and he had been there. That didn't mean that she loved her kits any less, however. The three bundles, like their siblings before them, meant the whole world to the she-cat. The black and white she-kit, she named Willowkit, after her father's firstborn that never got to draw breath and for how sweetly the kit behaved. As for the golden she-kit, she named her Hazelkit, after her grandmother Hazelfur and after the brown notes in her pelt. The white kit, she named Snowkit, for obvious reasons, though she was a little worried that she'd be blind like some white kits were. But for now, Snowkit looked well. "Welcome to the world, little ones." She purred, licking them gently.

Newly-named Hazelkit squirmed around in bewilderment. Where was she? She crawled over to her mom, and sucked luxurious milk into her body.

Willowkit mewed and crawled toward the warmth and sweet scent of her mother. Soon she bumped into something furry and purred as she sucked down the sweet milk.

Snowkit mewled hungrily and began to crawl towards the warmth of her mother. She soon found she was at her mother's side and began to suckle eagerly feeling the warm milk rush down her throat.