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 Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:07 am
It hurt. Oh how it hurt. And Serithi was out hunting. So Moto lay alone in the den, pain racking through her as the little ones fought to gt out. After what seemed a lifetime, she gave one great push and one of the little ones came out into the world.
She looked back and did what was needed before pushing the little boy to her exposed belly. He looked more like her than his father...but she knew there were more to come. More beautiful little ones.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:10 am
And the pain intensified as she gave another push, another of the little ones deciding they wanted out NOW. Another push and the cub was out, and Moto took care of this one too, licking the newborn's fur clean. This one was a little girl who resembled her father more.
Moto chuckled at the irony so far and pushed her new daughter to her belly, beside her brother.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:20 am
Another push brought another daughter to the world, this one making Moto gasp in more than pain. Red fur...but thankfully, she noticed none of her crazed sister's markings.
As she pushed this little one to her belly to join her siblings, another wave of pain fell over her. Another one? She didn't think she'd have so many! She pushed, and with the little one fighting to get out so stubbornly, a second son was born to her.
The same colors as her...but, mostly black. She cleaned him and pushed him to join his brother and sisters, confused about his colors.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:31 am
This was the last one. She knew it. And the pain came over her and she pushed. After another push, the final cub came out...a boy who almost exactly resembled his father. She smiled and wondered if his eyes were the same...
She smiled, exhausted, and nosed her last cub to join the others at her belly. Her family...she finally had a little family of her own.
"Welcome to the world, little ones."
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:53 am
With a tiny gasp, the last-born cub took his first breath. Everything was dark and silent. Something nuzzled his side pressed him against a soft belly. His eyes and ears were sealed shut, but he felt protection from all around. His nose took whiff of the air. Instinct told him there was nourishment near him. Small, warm bodies were moving beside him, making noises and drinking milk. The tiny cub began to do the same, feeling only bliss and safety.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 10:19 am
The air was sharp and cold to her new lungs, but slowly, with each breath, the air grew warmer...or she grew more used to it. The second-born wriggled against the big warmth beside her, searching for the milk she knew was there. When she joined her siblings, she knew this was right...feeling the others move around her, just as they had within the warm-place...This big warmth was the one they had been inside, and the little cub knew everything was right.
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