The Fruit Of Our Labor {Open}

(I hate birth topics so we’re gonna say this is like a week or something after she gives birth, so the kits can actually do stuff lol. Hope it’s alright!)

Olivelily lay in her comfy nest in the nursery curled around her two beautiful rosetted kits. Briarkit and Morningkit. Both she-cats. Hopefully they wouldn’t be as wild as her brothers had been. This was her’s and Wolfheart’s first litter, and it couldn’t have gone smoother. Thanks to Nettlesting and StarClan, she had two perfectly healthy kits. Supposedly, according to Nettlesting, they were to open their eyes soon. She was extremely excited to see their reactions to being able to see the world around them, or at least the nursery around them. She knew Wolfheart would want to witness it too, so she called him in softly when she saw him pad by the entrance. “Wolfheart, come here! I’m about to wake them up. Nettlesting said they’d open their eyes soon!” She whispered, her excitement obvious in her bright green gaze.

As soon as he entered the den, she began nuzzling the small sleeping forms of her daughters. “Morningkit.. Briarkit.. Time to get up.” She cooed softly, giving both a few affectionate licks.

(Mobileee)

Every evening since Olivelily's initial contractions had been spent pacing anxiously, the overwhelming feeling of helplessness rendering Wolfheart almost unable to function. The terrifying mix of delight and fear that was associated with fatherhood seemed to trail after him with every step, resulting in him feeling as though he could run all the way to the Highstones and back without stopping. He was a father! But he didn't even know how to be a father! Mousefang had died well before he was born and Magpiewing had only been able to ingrain so much upon him. Perhaps he should've asked Foxheart for parenting advice during his Moonstone journey. His mouth twisted wryly at the thought of asking the clueless ginger tabby such question.

Wolfheart's nervous, poorly organized thoughts were halted completely at the sound of Olivelily's voice, his paws immediately stopping as well. Eyes straining to pick out the shape of his mate in the cozy darkness of the Nursery, he awkwardly wriggled past the sharp barrier. Forced to remain awkwardly crouched within the limited space of the den, the rosetted tom was awkwardly sprawled on his belly as gazed down at the newly-named Briarkit and Morningkit. "They've gotten so big so fast!" Wolfheart breathed, eyes wide with awe.

Rainkit's ears perked in interest as Olivelily suddenly stirred, calling for Wolfheart; still cradling the two little forms by her belly. The kitten rolled from her nest several tail-length's from her second mother, yellow eyes gleaming.

The white-and-tabby kit hadn't been allowed near the nursery much in the last little while -- being shooed from the den, told to go off and amuse herself, as Rainkit was so good at doing. But for once the nursery was more interesting to Rainkit -- especially when the real excitement came and Olivelily's screams pierced through the brambles, making Rainkit's heart pick up in a strange rush.

No one would explain it to her -- even when Rainkit asked -- but when she was finally invited in, and found two little lumps... vaguely resembling cats... the little she-cat got it. Kind of.

Her life had never been so interesting before, though!

Padding over to peek around her second father, Rainkit cocked her head, curious. “Are they going to do more than scream now?”

The three-moon old kitten found the kits fascinating. They screamed and cried at the tiniest things – only to be cuddled and cradled against Olivelily.

Morningkit looked up with a sleepy gaze. Her soft green-blue eyes blinked several times to adjust to the lighting. Soon, she had her pretty eyes fully open. She let out a quiet yawn, removing the tired expression from her face. Morningkit looked around, gaze falling on her mother, father, then sister. The small she-kit was rather interested in the older kit that seemed to be looking at her. She got up shakily and stumbled about, attempting to make her way to Rainkit. She face-planted several times but that didn't stop the innocent and curious she-kit from reaching her destination. After a bit of struggling, she was face to face with the older she-kit. "H-Hi." she squeaked while clumsily sitting down.

"They didn't scream that much, right?" Wolfheart's gaze lifted to Olivelily for confirmation as he refuted Rainkit's words. Right? Tentatively winding his tail around Rainkit and gently pulling the little she-kit closer, he blinked down at the pair of kits, unabashed delight and awe pooling within the depths of his gaze. Ears perking at Morningkit's clumsy movements and quiet words, the rosetted tom felt a flurry of pride simmer within him. "Hello Morningkit." Wolfheart crooned, voice gentle and soft as he gazed down at his daughter.