Silvertip Mountain Get used to me as your mother

Welp, there we go! First the babies [@Stoic @Solemn Adeline @Odette] who do not really have a posting order and then Papa @FitzDutiful at the end of the thread. I will let Zaria howl for him! :3 Bit of PP on the pups and their constant crying/screaming. Let me know if you want anything changed.

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Zaria had felt cramps before but these ones were quite more intense than the other ones she had to deal with. The small female had been quite restless today and she had the feeling now it was time. Clearly she was not suppose to do a summoning for them to be born. She just needed to wait. The female was quite done with waiting and wanted them out. Zaria didn't picture this as going to be difficult. She could go back to her own business and do as she liked. Zaria knew she promised to help Fitz out with the raising and all that but she felt like he could do some raising and watching them now seeing that she carried them for like... a long time. It was clearly his turn now. Zaria let out a surprised yelp when pain shot through her body. She quickly muffled it, not wanting to let anyone hear she was in pain. Her breathing was starting to get heavier. The female started to try every position but there were these constant waves of pain. Zaria gritted her teeth. The stupid little monsters in her belly wanted a fight?! Well she would win it. She was going to get them out and they were not going to stay inside of her any longer.

On instinct she started pushing, muffled whines as she was not immune to pain. If Zaria had looked murderous before then she looked lethal now. Clearly not pleased what was happening to her. She started to push harder, forcing the pup out of her which came paired with new pain. She let out a sigh in relief even the pain vanished, yet only half a second later that relief was filled with annoyance as a high pitched cry came from... the thing. She pushed herself to her feet, panting still. She watched the moving blob in the ripped sack. "Ew," she let out in disgust, ears flat on her head. Before her lay a brown colored pup, much like her coat color actually. Zaria kept her disgusted look on her face, which slowly turned into annoyance when the pup kept squealing. "Shut up!," she growled at it. Goddamn this thing was giving her a headache. She let out a snarl at the moving blob. "SHUT UP!!!," she yelled over the high squeals. The clueless female became more frustrated. New camps were starting and she did not want to birth any more of these things if they were going to be as annoying as this one. "OBEY ME!," she snarled.

Zaria started to pace small circles in her den. She started to fight against the camps. She was not going to allow any more of these things coming out of her. No. She hated them. They were ruining her perfect life and her perfect body AND her perfect hearing. A keen came from her as another camp made her stagger a bit. She almost missed a step. In her pacing and trying to fight against the contractions she was not paying attention to the pup on the floor. A sickening crunch came from under her feet. She half jumped half stumbled away from what she had been standing on. Only her panting filled the den. A sigh of relief came from the mother. "Finally!," she let out as the newborn had stopped crying. "Don't be in my way again," she snarled at the blob. Another contraction followed. Zaria closed her eyes and inhaled sharply to calm herself down. The pain was too much even for her, so she laid down and started pushing. It didn't take long for another blob was born. She looked at the ... thing.. who was also in a sack and disgusting looking. She nosed over it, sack ripping. The screaming started once more. "Oh not again!!," she let out in frustration, hackles raising. "Be like the other one!," she growled. Indirectly wishing to the new born that he was dead.

Zaria looked at the silent pup, who looked a bit... crumpled. She squinted her eyes suspiciously as it was still laying on the same spot, half wrapped in the sack it was born in. Zaria couldn't think too much off it because new cramps were starting. She laid down, trying to ignore the loud cries from the impossibly irritating pup. Another one joined the already crying pup. Zaria didn't even want to look at the other new born. Bet it was as ugly as the first two. Zaria got to her feet. She couldn't help but look at the two wiggling wet blobs. She ripped the sack off its head, noticing the other one was already less covered by it. The two moving ones looked exactly the same. They had brown fur like her. Zaria's eye looked at the bloodied and unmoving one she stepped on, to then look back at the two loud ones. Her ears flattened. Realizing that she was not so clean looking herself, covered in blood, dirt and other fluids. How many did Krypton say she would have? Three to four? Another contraction started. She didn't want to do this anymore. She wanted to leave. They were ugly and not anything like her, and they were horrible. She didn't want to put another screaming thing on the world. She laid down, the contraptions making her weaker. Zaria was seriously beginning to tire.

With some pushing and new pains another was born. She let out a tired sigh. She kept laying on her side for a moment before pushing herself up. Last one. The screaming was numbing her ears. She looked at the new thing. Just as ugly. Great. It was a lighter brown, and on her tail was something white-ish. Zara looked at it with interest and then pulled off the sack. "Ew," she spoke once more. Horrified that this came out of her. Now the sack was off the lighter pup she realized this one actually had a white tipped tail, mixed with some red in it, probably blood. Huh. Zaria lied down again, her legs so tired. She was a bit sunken in thought, though that was quickly interrupted when she felt something suckle. She let out a yelp in shock and almost pushed the ugly thing way from her belly when Zaria realized that the blob was quiet. Wait a minute.... She noticed the one that looked like the one drinking was also somewhere close so she gave it a bit of a shove towards her belly. "Be quiet," she demanded, grabbing the one with the white tipped tail and planted it down too. Zaria had trouble reaching for the unmoving one. She dragged it closer by its paw and placed it by her belly as well. Four blobs by her belly, hopefully they would be quiet now like the first one that was drinking. So that was what they wanted. Couldn't they tell her so? These new borns instantly had to fight for their lives seeing that their mother was not really helping them out greatly. Zaria was quite clueless, it was no secret.

The female let out a puff, thinking that she was done, and that she could enjoy her silence for a moment when she was interrupted by another contraction. "Noooo," she complained. Zaria didn't want more of these things. They were disgusting. But now she knew better than to fight the contractions and just went along with the waves of pain. She was too tired to fight against it. The newbie mother just pushed out the new blob. She lifted her head, not really wanting to disturb the others who were drinking, well except for the one she stepped on, but she also didn't want another pup crying in her ears. She grabbed the pup swiftly and placed it by the others. Letting the shaggy pup find a nipple on her own. Instantly after a new contraption started. Zaria was in no mood to birth another crying thing. Yet, once the last one was out, there was no new scream. Her body calmed down once the last blob seemed to get out. Six, she realized. Six of these horrible things. Her pregnancy team had been lying to her. Zaria pushed herself up. Her slender legs trembling. She looked over the six things. Then she realized the one she placed at her belly still had not moved at all, while the others constantly did. The one still in the sack did not move either. Zaria went to check. The one in the sack was very small and looked strange compared to the other five. She looked from the moving ones to unmoving quiet ones. It then clicked she might have murdered her first born. She thought of Fitz and felt a twinge of guilt. Quickly her tired mind shoved that thought away. He had four others, he didn't need a fifth. She looked at the two identical ones. One of them had been the first. "You are the new first born," she decided, speaking unknowingly to what later would be Stoic. Then her eyes fell on the last living one born. This potato was shaggier compared to the others. Zaria realized she had Fitz's dense and fluffy coat compared to her sleek and thin one the other three had.

The tired female grabbed the two dead ones. She decided that it was better that Fitz would only know these ugly ones and the two dead ones. She climbed outside the den with the two dead pups. Zaria had made her den close to a stream and without thinking much about it she dumped them in the water. With cold green eyes she watched them be carried off by the current. They would probably be a snack for another animal. Bye, Fishbait and Quasimodo, she thought, naming the first born and last born in her mind. Awesome. That had been dealt with. Zaria then realized she was terribly thirsty and started to drink. The cold water was refreshing. Tiredly she sat down, looking at the den and hearing those horribly annoying screams again. Well, it seemed she was done with this birthing thing. She scowled at the den entrance. Though slowly those high pitched sounds were starting to pull on her heart strings the longer she was sitting outside. Zaria was tried and really wanted to lay down somewhere warm and cozy. She was about to walk to the alpha den with her bison coat when one high pitched scream made her turn around. "God damn," she cursed. Zaria went back into the den. "Shut up, mongrels. You are lucky I came back," she huffed and sank down tiredly. She curled around them, finally giving the pups some warmth they needed. Zaria placed her head down on the ground. She decided she would call Fitz later, now she just wanted to rest, her anger towards her mate fuming. How dare he do this to her. Did he even know how much this hurt? Maybe she would not show them to him at all, in her eyes they were really ugly. It was probably best that the pups were still deaf so they couldn't hear her cursing at them.

OMG I wrote a novel! XD This was amazing to write! Basically First Born; Stoic, Second; Solemn, Third; Adeline, Fourth; Odette. I pictured one of the twins finding one of her teats on his own. It is not like Zaria will be able to tell them apart, haha. Feel free to be as annoying to Zaria with their screaming seeing that was how I pictured it with lack of warmth and food in the beginning. I promise she won't kill them like Fishbait. XD

EDIT: I tagged the wrong person OMG. I'm stupid sorry!! @Deirdre