Moonspear woah its lit in here

Backdated to the first week of his birth. Daytime. Mom and siblings are more than welcome to join!

Atlas spends most of his time imagining, as he has done since his permanence first permitted it. He mostly thinks about how milk tastes and how he can't get enough of it. How said milk-giver regularly cleans not only himself but his siblings as well. How stinky his siblings can get. Atlas lets them know, too; sometimes with a distressed yelp or slobbery nibbles.

Aside from eating and doling out punishment, there's not much else he can do. Moving around consists of crawling and that grows tiring quickly. At least he was well acquainted with the ground by now. It's hard in some places but his inquisitive nose has sought out some soft spots. He likes sticking his wet nose in the dirt and huffing it. It is a new smell and, therefore, interesting.

It isn't long before he grows cold in his most perilous adventure to date. He whines plaintively, oblivious to what may be a resting mother. Not for long if he can help it.

Hydra had taken to motherhood with as much grace as a new mother could muster. Her eyes were rarely not upon her cubs; they fascinated her. She presently watched one of them ‘roam’; they never could get very far, not yet, so she did not restrict them. Her body was a barrier between the denmouth, and even in her most exhausted state her senses were honed upon her children. 

When her her son whined, Hydra lifted her head from the earth to observe him. She let him suffer only a little while longer, if only so he could understand he had done wrong in straying and the consequence of it... but she would answer his cry for help, for if it came she would heed it. Hydra reached for him, he who had not gotten too far, and placed him between his siblings. A cursory sniff indicated there was no damage done, and that what had bothered him had nothing to do with his health. Her eyes did not leave him, ears pricked as she listened.

It is too soon to pick up on his mother's admonishment, harmless as it is. In the throes of Hydra's sentence, he thinks he'll have to mosey back on over to the puppy pile. That would not be too terrible were it not for this inescapable chill that has sunk into his tiny body, sapping him of strength and resolve.

Before he could curse his analytical nature, the milk-giver plucked him from tortuous cold and placed him between two familiar (and warm!) bodies. His mother's attentiveness earns a quiet trill.

Atlas nuzzles into the crook of Osiris' neck and rests. Warmth climbs up his limbs and into his core; a steady ember nurtured into a healthy fire. It's like he had never been cold in the first place! Even so, this misadventure he'll not soon forget.

In his intermittent sleep, his front paws push into one of his mother's teats. No more expeditions. Not for a while longer. Waiting won't be too bad.

He had been fine. Absolutely blissed, cozy, snoozing, and really fine to keep it that way until he was disturbed just the slightest bit. Antares was not even immediately effected by any of the motion here this time, maybe except for any tiny, absolutely minuscule slight Osiris gave for having their current whiny brother situated up against him. It wasn't even much. Nothing that he hadn't weathered before, either.

Still, like he had been personally insulted, he rumbled out a growl as low and menacing as a little black dot could. Rude! He was not about to have it right now. Antares curled into himself further. Then maybe, just maybe, he could get back to the really important business right now and sleep it off until later. 

He projected his biggest leave me be energies, though everything was muffled by everyone else, so he really had little to say in the end.

Hydra gazed at her son, who was swift to settle. Osiris seemed only mildly bothered himself, but her Antares was intuitive enough to recognize the disturbance. His sound of displeasure, the high little growl, caused Hydra to snicker. Antares the fearsome, she prophecized in her own spell of boredom, and Atlas the bold, her blue eyes shifted now to the sleeping babe briefly, before she pondered Osiris and Vega. Hydra's body was as wrapped around her children as it could be, and she lowered her head to the earth. Soon, she slept with them in her attentive half-sleep.

GONNA ARCHIVE SO I CAN START US A NEW ONE SINCE Y'ALL ARE MOBILE N STUFF but if you want to throw up closing posts feel free my kittens