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 Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 12:28 am
She woke, panting and hot, pressed tightly to one side of her den. Her eyes had widened and her pupils were dilated. What was happening? Her first instinct was to get up, to try and walk it off, but the cramps in her stomach immobilised her. They had started before she had fallen asleep in the evening but now they were worse than before.
Was something wrong with her babies?
She turned her head back to glance at her swollen stomach, if she looked closely, each pain brought a ripple of movement.
Her growl turned into a roar, which she muffled into the dirt. She didn't want to get anyone's attention. If this was the birth of her children she wanted to do it alone. She didn't want to have to fight off the presence of another.
She lay her head down against the dirt, grunting with agony.
Each second slipped into minutes and each minute slipped into hours. By the time the first cub was ready to be born she was already exhausted. She wasn't as young as she used to be!
Then finally the first cub greeted the den.
The first cub was a huge boy, his fur a deep and shocking black, just like his father's mane. His eyes were also rimmed with orange. Ripuka, pleasantly happy at his wild colouring, leaned forward, licking the grime from his fur and placing him near her stomach.
The contractions for the next continued and she pushed with all her might. It wasn't long before the second cub arrived. He fell to the ground and was quickly scooped up in Ripuka's jaws. She placed the new arrival in her paws and began to wash him. In fact she didn't notice his odd colouring until he was almost clean. Her heart sank. His colouring was perhaps not the most bizarre but...he wasn't black nor orange...he was brown. The shade of her mate's belly.
What would she do with him? She washed him hesitantly and set him beside the first. Could she kill this one? No...no she couldn't do that. Not again. She'd have to think on it later...because at that moment the contractions picked up again and she pushed.
How many more!? She thought inwardly. But luckily the third cub was the last. And soon she was washed and nestled at Ripuka's side too.((okay I only have a name for the brown cub at the moment. If Tisi and Andrani can send me the names of their cubs I'll forward them to Kisi and get them certed. ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 12:08 pm
The single female cub squealed as a first instinct, gasping in air. The outside world was cold, and painful, and she already hated it. The rough tongue on her coat, though, calmed her. White toes stretching out slightly, she pawed at the warm fur she found herself against. Instinct told her this was where she was supposed to go, and she promptly followed them. Eyes still closed against the world, she kneeded at her mother's belly, letting out little grunts as she nursed. Nevermind her brothers, she could ignore them for now.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 3:57 pm
The brown cub foundered about in the sand, until he felt himself scooped up. As instinct clicked in, his went limp until he felt the ground again, huddling still and waiting in his mother's paws until she was done, and then... She stopped paying attention to him. So he reached out with a paw, and tumbled over her paws. Now all alone, he froze, wondering what he was supposed to do. He couldn't see and couldn't quite hear anything, or smell anything, and the world was so much colder than it had been moments ago.
Completely and utterly lost without the guidance of most of his senses, the little brown cub squeaked, his forelegs splayed to help keep balance as his head weaved about confusedly. He reached out with a paw, overreaching and then taking two steps with his hind legs to catch up, he made his way blindly forward, walking until he had bumped unwittingly into another form - his sister. He promptly drew back in horror and sat heavily on his rump, mewling in his confusion.
(Sorry for the very crappy post. -flees to school)
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 5:21 pm
It may have been hot for his mother, but for the black cub the new part of the world felt freezing. And as suddenly as he'd left his place of dwelling he was scooped up and moved again. He called out a tiny mewl as she licked him and abruptly sat him down.
Stepping forward on wobbly wet limbs he half crawled half drug himself towards the warm familiar thing that was his mother.
(Le crap, babies are hard, haha.)
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 9:59 am
She pulled them close to her, purring as if to let them know that she was here. Her heart ached for the one cub. The cub that was neither black nor orange. What should she do with him? Her motherly instincts had already locked her heart to him but traditions spoke otherwise.
What would her mother had said if she'd raised a firekin not of the traditional colours? She knew what she had to do and it had to be done soon, before she couldn't bear to part with him.
Already her mind was working the plot and when she finally thought of it, she lowered her head and slept, glad that she'd been able to figure a way out of this situation.
Her unusual pelted child would live after all.
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