#doesong

Doe loves snakes...

Spark loves fire...

I guess Brightsway really loved her mama

I wonder what Furze's passion was

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“Kits, little darling kits…” Brightsway sang sleepily. She hardly allowed herself a wink, afraid she would miss something important, but at last she had drifted away. 

“Where’s Shallowkit?” Furzerose’s mew woke her with a start. 

“Right here!” Brightsway told her as if the answer was obvious, beaming with a smile, but when she looked down at the three little bundles of joy, she saw that there were only two little bundles.

She jolted to her feet, almost knocking the napping kits over if they had been any closer. She looked around in a panic. “He was just here!” She wailed. “I was watching him, I promise.”

Furzerose’s eyes sparked with fear. She leaned and touched her chin lightly to Brightsway’s head. “I know, honey,” she responded, panic taught in her voice. “He can’t have gone far.”

It was only a few heartbeats. A few, agonizing heartbeats that burst little sharp pieces in Brightsway’s chest, so strong and overwhelming that she nearly vomited onto the curled-over ferns….The ferns….There! 

Relief washed over Brightsway. 

Little Shallowkit was wobbling around, hidden behind the leaves. She wasted no time in grabbing him by the scruff. So relieved and wanting to get him back to the others as soon as possible, she raised him quickly and spun around, racing to the nest.

“Brightsway, stop!” Furzerose’s yowl made her freeze in her tracks. Her mate’s eyes were wide in horror. 

“What?” She asked, already shaking.

“He’s not…Is he breathing?”

Brightsway set their son down as quickly but cautiously as she could. She stared at his still form, throat tightening–

“What’s happening?” Sparktail asked. She and Doesong emerged from the undergrowth that kept their home hidden, Myrtlewing following behind–thank StarClan!--or, thank whoever that Myrtlewing was meant to give the kits a check-up today.

“He’s not breathing!” Brightsway cried. “I didn’t–I don’t think–Did I hurt him?” Her voice cracked. Did she hurt her son?

“Give me room,” Myrtlewing nudged the mothers away. He settled onto his stomach and inspected the kit, holding him with a paw. Immediately, he began compressions, pumping a paw expertly on the little one’s chest…he seemed so small…Was Myrtlewing hurting him? Brightsway expected his paw, so massive compared to the kit, to crush through his tiny ribs.

Forever seemed to pass, fur growing white and whiskers so stuff that they fell off.

Then…“He’s breathing,” he said, breaking the silence, and all four let out a breath they had each been holding. “Did you shake him?” he asked.

Brightsway wanted to sink into the ground, thinking about how eagerly she had grabbed him–swung him–ran with him in her jaws–She was such an idiot!

“Did you shake him?” he repeated, more firmly.

“I might have…” Brightsway’s voice was small.

Shallowkit coughed, a dribble of phlegm leaving his jaws. Myrtlewing ran his paw carefully along his little spine.

“What are you doing?” Doesong asked, a tremble in her voice. 

“I need to make sure there’s no spinal injury,” he told her.

Spinal injury? I’m a monster! A terrible mother! 

When Myrtlewing had finished, he turned Shallowkit’s head to one side. “His spine is intact, and it doesn’t look like he hit his head,” he observed aloud. 

Sparktail couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her lips. She curled tightly around the two other kits, holding them close.

Shallowkit began wailing, cries splitting the air.

“That’s a good thing, right?” Doesong asked hopefully.

Myrtlewing’s gaze remained focused on the kit. “Not necessarily,” he answered. 

Doesong’s tail drooped.

Myrtlwing gently–as gently as Doesong had ever seen him–opened Shallowkit’s eyes with a steady toe.

“What are you doing now?” Furzerose looked over his shoulder.

“There’s no bleeding in the eyes,” was his response.

Brightsway squeaked. “Bleeding in the eyes?”

After what felt like an eternity, Myrtlewing rose into a seated position. He eyed the kit for a few more moments before Brightsway couldn’t stand the silence anymore. “Is he okay?”

“It’s hard to say.”

“Why?” Sparktail demanded.

“Because kits who are shaken suffer the most damage to the inside of their heads. I can only see so much.”

“What do we do?” Brightsway gasped.

“Support his airways and keep them clear as much as you can.” He looked over his shoulder, in the direction of his home, far from eye-sight. “I’ll tell my family that I’ll be staying around here for a while to keep an eye on him. And I’m sure Alderstar would want to do the same,” he added. Of course. Alderstar was the donor. 

“Is there anything else we can do to help him? Anything at all?” Doesong wanted to be sure.

“I’ll have to discuss medications with Fleathistle,” he responded. “Other than that, if he seems to get worse at all, we may need to consider internal treatment.”

“What’s that?” Furzerose could hardly keep herself together enough to ask.

“I’ll need to fix him on the inside,” Myrtlewing responded. “I’ll have to open him up.”

“You will not!” Sparktail snarled, showing her fangs. “Don’t you dare!”

“Only if it is necessary,” Myrtlewing replied, undeterred. 

“Have you done that before?” Brightsway asked. Tears stained her cheeks.

“Not on a kit,” Myrtlewing answered. “But yes, I have done it plenty of times in the past. Cats here are less susceptible to brutal injuries unless in the living world. I’m sure many of you remember those games of Hide-and-Seek.”

Doesong flattened her ears, face screwed up in distress, thinking of organs…her little one’s organs…

Myrtlewing decided not to tell them that he would most likely need to check Shallowkit’s head, an area that, unlike most of the other organs, was especially sensitive. “One final thing,” he spoke up. “Shallowkit has a high chance of surviving, but there’s also a high chance that certain effects will follow him.”

“For how long?” Furzerose whispered.

“Forever.” 

Myrtlewing turned to leave, telling them that he would return soon after talking with Fleathistle, and then left. 

The mothers could only stand incredibly still…then Shallowkit began to cry, soon joined by the others, who Sparktail began licking urgently.

Carefully, as carefully as she possibly could and with the slowness of a sleeping snail, Doesong picked up Shallowkit and carried him to his siblings. All she-cats curled tightly around them, except for Brightsway, who still hadn’t moved from her spot.

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--This is how I imagined the scene looked. Myrtle of course being Sarabi.

--In which Brightsway's idiocy truly hurts someone....Or maybe this would have happened to anyone, but surely Brightsway wouldn't think the same thing.

--He wobbled so far because, while still very young and small, the kits are in the 'crawl and explore' stage. He wasn't extremely far, but it was far enough for Bright to run for a short burst.

--I imagine that Shallowkit (yes, named after Shallowrun) survives! He'll need to be watched for a while, and he MIGHT need the 'cat surgery' thing that Myrtlewing was mentioned before to be an expert in (I'll let you decide that and maybe right a story for it).

--I was inspired to write this because I'm in a Child Development course in Psychology rn and I'm currently reading about things that could harm babies, so I wrote this inbetween studying. It just so happened that Brightsway recently had babies, so boom! Inspo.

--Myrtlewing's seen as a good guy for once (I also wanted to write him being an expert medicine cat).

--It's possible that Myrtlewing knew what to do here, in spite of this being a rare occurrence in Warriors and probably not studied much, because of Marigoldpaw and her litter being so weak and easily hurt.

--Problems that Shallowkit could potentially have include partial or total blindness, developmental delays, learning problems, or behavioural issues, and intellectual disability. Of course, these could all also happen by chance...but Brightsway can never be sure.

--

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“Whatcha looking at?” Doesong asked, coming up to a halt beside Avery, who was staring with an expression mingling perplexion and foreboding.

She followed his gaze and saw, in the near-distance, Myrtlewing and Alderstar. With them was a she-cat Doesong didn’t recognize. Her fur was white with pale-ginger and grey patches throughout her pelt. Her eyes, yellow in colour, gleamed as she spoke with Alderstar. 

“...Has your diet been only eagles? Well, it must have been, just look at your muscles!...”

Alderstar didn’t seem at all interesting in what she was saying, dipping his head every now and then as she rambled on with compliments. Myrtlewing sat beside him, head tilted curiously.

“Does she know?” Doesong asked, eyes now on the scene as well.

Avery shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“How long do you think it’ll take?” Doesong settled onto her belly, her spine curved slightly as she tucked her paws beneath her chest.

Avery shrugged. “I think that’s what they’re trying to find out.”

“So, what do you think? Before the end of the day or–”

“Oh, you’re such a good friend!” The she-cat spoke up again when Myrtlewing had stepped forward to lick a non-existence smudge out of Alderstar’s shoulder. Clearly, it was to see if the she-cat would catch on.

“At this rate,” Avery thought, “it’ll be a moon at the earliest.”

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--A fun short story, so writing is gonna be low effort for this (plus I've been studying since 3).

--The she-cat is a nameless character created just for this. You can do what you want with her.

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HIMM

Brightsway: *crying*

Spark: oh baby, what's wrong?!

Bright, holding their kits close: they're just so cute..I don't want them to grow up! I want them to be this small forever...what if they get too big and we can't hold them in our paws anymore or can't carry them?"

Spark: ...

--later--

Doe and Furze: *walk into the den*

Doe: hey dears--wait, what's wrong?

Brightsway and Sparktail, both crying their eyes out: we don't them to grow up!!

Bright: wait, you're a tom?

The tom: yep.

Bright: and you're pregnant??

The tom: I am.

Bright: Were you pregnant before you became a tom??

The tom: I was always a tom. Though my body may not show it, my heart feels it all the same.

Doe: and the possibility of becoming pregnant does not stop when you transition, hon.

Bright: *face screwed up, thinking hard*

Bright: so you're a tom...and you're pregnant....

The tom: that's right.

Doe, encouragingly: you got it

Bright: and I'm a she-cat, so....

Bright, turning to Doesong, fully serious: does that mean I can get you pregnant?

Doe:

Doe: you know, if I didn't know you were serious, I would assume you were flirting.