The Sunspire Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again (Birthing Thread)

The young Fantôme struggled for a bit more before he was pushed into the soft warm fur, away from his attacker and near the form that had squealed just before him. He snuggled in, pushing his tiny body into the thick warm body, curling up as he did so. The nursing, squealing and the brutal attack was too much for the young boy, tiring him greatly.

He shifted for a few more moments, the unfamiliar and harsh murmurs were lost to the dark Fantôme as he drifted off, snuggled beside his mother and sister's body. It was a tiring and strange day for him and he needed to rest. Stubby tail twitched as he finally fell asleep.