Ravensblood Forest you've cat to be kitten me right meow

spaghetti legs ;___; so amazing
going to assume dad is away on this trip 

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Motherhood suited Olive.

However, the past few days had been full of anxiety — for Olive was facing many new realities, including experience an all new sort of devotion and unending need to protect of her family [from those who wished to harm them], as well as learning to be a mother in general. It was all new, all the time — and quite a bit overwhelming. When the veil and euphoria of birth faded, Olive had been left with nothing but questions. Questions that she would have loved to ask her mother; ask anyone, really — ever since her and Dakarais demotion [albeit justified, she had come to realize], the family treated her differently and she didn’t converse with many others. There was tension so thick you could cut it with a knife; and now Dakarai was off scouting with Arturo and Chusi, which made her uncomfortable but also made her feel incredibly vulnerable. She was still weak and recovering [and though there were now plenty of strong, dedicated members to patrol their forest], she felt unnervingly exposed. Perhaps she felt this way because the stakes we much, much higher now — and Olive’s responsibilities were much, much more. There was so much more to lose.

But all of these were uncertainties were nothing in the face of such filial love. Olive wasn't entirely sure her babies level of consciousness yet, as they were all something like little potatoes [if little potatoes had legs and moved about constantly. She marveled at them in their first few flickers of life and was enamored when their sparky personalities surfaced so soon. All of the three were so different; Sirius with his daring personality, Aries with his silly antics and lovely Cassiopeia’s tenacity. Olive would often lay with her head against the earth, eye level with her babes, and attempt to figure out their fledgling thoughts. Did they know who she was? Did they know where they were, what was right from wrong, and how to tell evil from love? It was a beautiful, heady miasma of bliss and fulfillment and dedication... and Olive now knew that she would have gone through any trial in the world to feel such bliss and to feel her babes suckle at her breast and hear their little noses snore away, tangled amongst her limbs.

“Come here, little one” Olive murmured in her rosy-colored voice. The new mother reached a pale, twiggy limb forward and hooked her paw around her little boy [making an unceremonious break for the entrance of their cave], pulling his small, downy body back to her own. She cradled Sirius’s small body into her arms, small tongue darting out to plant a garden of kisses upon his chest. More often than not, Olive could be found kissing and licking and drinking in the scent of her babies — and she wondered if she would ever be able to stop kissing them… or if she would ever want to.

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