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Post by bones on Apr 17, 2024 16:45:13 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/3N2rnvBR/Sable-POSTINGimg~png sable, | | nonbinary (they/them)
the kingdom
riverwalker medic |
Moons ago, when Eve had become pregnant, Sable had made sure to be there every step of her journey: they’d made sure she ate her fair share, rested enough, didn’t herself as she started to show and tried to keep her from stressing excessively when Chico turned traitor. Being alone, with only each other, meant Eve was at a high risk of not just losing the litter but her own life – Sable had thought they’d done well, even when Eve uprooted them abruptly and brought them both to the Kingdom… Yet, despite all their best intentions and attentiveness, Zinnia’s sibling had still been stillborn. And now there were not only new cats in the Kingdom to worry about keeping healthy, one of them was pregnant too. Paranoia was not something that Sable was used to, nor something they enjoyed feeling — still, it's what drove them to seek someone out for once, because if they’re best was not enough to keep kits from being born dead… They might need to find a new place for their family to live (because surely the former clan cats would be happier to blame the former outsiders than just call it coincidence?). “Ottersplash.” A clan name, one that sits oddly and heavily on the smoke tabby’s tongue – the towering Medic does their best not to be openly disdainful in saying it though; if your former life kept you from being with your mate and eventually drove you to drastic measures, such as abandoning everything to be together, Sable didn’t understand why a cat would keep any reminders of it… Like a name. But, they tried to placate themself, it had to mean something, that a clan cat would choose to leave their comfy life behind and come up here with her mate to have kits…Sable literally bit their tongue, tasting blood while trying to ignore their glowering anti-clan bias for the moment; they couldn’t do their newfound job if they left their distrust cloud their judgment. “You need a check-up.” Their yellow gaze rolled over her body, scanning with a practiced eye for any signs of injury or stress before settling pointedly on her belly – at less than a moon due (from what she told the Medic) she wasn’t showing just yet, but the gesture communicated enough. |
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Post by shy on Apr 18, 2024 17:22:20 GMT -6
#s://i~pinimg~com/564x/39/dd/55/39dd559dec340fcf849ef0e9dde9a363~jpg ottersplash, There was a peaceful rhythm to the waters of her new home. The camp was right next to the river, at the point where the lake and river met. It was mesmerizing, the stillness of the lake shifting into the movement of the river. It was lovely, not having to go far at all to find water. She'd had to travel across the territory each day she wanted to swim back in Mistclan. Though it was a little concerning having so much water so close to where her unborn children would soon be playing. Brightpaw was old enough to know not to play in the shore, but her children... she'd need to keep an eye on them. Ottersplash was grateful Jay had been okay with them settling here near the water, especially after falling in the river. The pawsteps of another cat caught her attention, she turned up in time to see one of the medics. Sable. How interesting that here clan and non-clan names were equally allowed. Would her kits have clan names? Jay had ditched his suffix, while she'd kept hers. They'd need to discuss. " Sable." She returned the greeting, her voice calm. A check-up, hmm? That was nice. The medics had been another reason she'd felt comfortable settling here. Two medics fully capable of performing medical duties was ideal for an expectant mother. And hopefully Brightpaw would be able to explore her interest in herbs here. " Of course. Please, lead the way to your den if it would be the best location." There were two medics dens, though from what she learned the second was only in the case of a flood. Another little risk she'd have to keep tucked away in the back of her mind. It wouldn't stop her from enjoying her life, it would just inform how she moved forward. " I do appreciate the check-up, it is my first pregnancy. It's all a little... new." |
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Post by bones on Jun 16, 2024 9:10:24 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/3N2rnvBR/Sable-POSTINGimg~png sable, | | nonbinary (they/them)
the kingdom
riverwalker medic |
As the molly returned their greeting, the smoke tabby gave the rushing waters over her shoulder a long and measured look. While not much of a swimmer themself, Eve’s decision to become a riverwalker had made sense to them: plants grew the healthiest and in the greatest abundance near water sources. It had taken a few days for them to realize, however, that was not why the majority of cats that in the group had made a similar decision; no, most of their… new comrades(?) had picked this camp and lifestyle because they liked to swim. Yes, the den would be a better place – away from possible drowning hazards. With a beckon flick of their tail, the medic turned and slowly but steadily lead the way to their herbal den. As the cla—former clan cat expressed her thanks, the pang of their own inexperience made them internally flinch; this was, technically, only Sable’s second time dealing with a pregnant cat… Internally, they shook their head – they’d take this each day at a time. It wouldn’t be too different from dealing with any other injured, recovering patient, which was their guiding principles for caring for their sister; which was to say, a heavy dose of caution and common sense. "We will need to have these often," they intoned calmly, pausing at the den entrance to give the molly another once over before inclining their head, a gesture for her to go in first. "But you must also come in if you have any concerns too." |
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