Log Date: 4/26/92 ---------- The Scene: Rillwhisper Drops a Cub The Dam: Rillwhisper The Sire: Trollkiller The Other Sire: Woodhawk ***** Edited for your convenience and readability. :-) Rillwhisper and Woodhawk's Den This sleeping-chamber is small but comfortably furnished. There is a crawl-hole leading off to Trollkiller's den, and a mushroom-shaped stool beneath a window looking out towards Sun-Goes-Down. Contents: butterfly Trollkiller Comb Blanket Bowl Pillow mug Mushroom stool Window Obvious exits: Sleepfurs Trollkiller's Den(TK) Out Rillwhisper nods, breathing a little harder. *I-I went looking for Sweetleaf, can't find him... High Ones!* Rillwhisper lets out a cry and looks a little alarmed. She sends, shakily but amusedly, *This hurts!* Woodhawk immediately takes Rillwhisper's other hand, sending. Trollkiller opens a locksend with Rillwhisper and Woodhawk. Woodhawk openly sends *Calmly, beloved, calmly....* Trollkiller is shaking just a little, not frightened, but just on edge... Rillwhisper draws in a breath, and sends briefly, lovingly, to the two holding her hands. She leans back against the wall, squatting a little. Rillwhisper openly sends *I... oh High Ones, this is going to be messy, I didn't even think to get water!* Trollkiller pulls one of the furs over, arranging it around and under Rillwhisper. Trollkiller giggles. "I think we can clean up later." Woodhawk clasps Rill's hand tightly for a moment, and dives out of the den. *I'll get some!* Woodhawk has left. Woodhawk crawls in from the tree's center chamber. Woodhawk has arrived. Woodhawk comes back in a few short moments with a bowl of water in his hands, fetched from the fountain shaped by Ekuar in the clearing. *Here!* Trollkiller doesn't know what to do with the water. Rillwhisper nods gratefully, breathlessly. Sweat beads her forehead, and she chuckles weakly at Trollkiller. Rillwhisper openly sends *I'll be bleeding some, love, you'll have to clean me up! And the cub, too!* Rillwhisper draws in a huge, sharp breath! Trollkiller nods. "How often... oh, I guess that often. Rillwhisper's breath gets sharper, and Woodhawk immediately returns to her side, taking her free hand. Rillwhisper openly sends *Send to me, both of you...!* Trollkiller reaches with a send towards Rillwhisper. *Let me help* Rillwhisper's eyes close, and some of the tension leaves her face as the sends touch her mind. Rillwhisper openly sends *Timmorn's Blood, but he wants out! * Trollkiller rubs Rillwhisper's neck with his other hand. *Relax, don't fight...* Woodhawk smiles a little, sending, supportive to both Trollkiller and Rillwhisper. Rillwhisper smiles a little too; her head goes back a little, and her shoulders lose just a little of their tension. Trollkiller sends, *As to wanting out, it's no wonder... I was wondering when...* Rillwhisper openly sends * Oh, I can *feel* him...!* Trollkiller locksends with Rillwhisper, to feel as well. You send ** to Trollkiller. Rillwhisper's knees buckle a little - *hold me steady!* - as her concentration goes inward. Trollkiller gasps in surprise, sending back *come back come to us * Fuzz has arrived. Trollkiller bodily supports Rillwhisper, edging her slowly down to the floor. Rillwhisper gasps raggedly, at the lowering; Woodhawk supports her from the other side, eyes wide, darkly curious. Trollkiller pants, "Don't want to let it fall out and hit the ground, now, do we?" Rillwhisper's belly twitches a little as she openly sends to herself and the cub - *push!* Woodhawk chuckles faintly, sending too... *Little one, we're waiting, come on!* Trollkiller rubs Rillwhisper's belly, and sends to the cub, *Nowtimecomeoutbornnow* Rillwhisper gasps again, and briefly nods to Woodhawk - he nods back and helps her pull her skirt aside. Between her legs there is faintly visible... Trollkiller sends *parentlovecomenow* ... a brief faint sheen of something silvery-white. Rillwhisper openly sends * My knife, he'll need to be cut free...!* drop dagger You flick your dagger to the ground. Trollkiller reaches under to help support the cub's head as it begins to come out... Rillwhisper cries out, half-pained, half-joyous-sounding... *Yes, come on, cubling, come...!* Woodhawk grabs the dagger with his free hand, adding his send interweaving among Rill's and Trollkiller's... Trollkiller shares the sense and adds support and strength... There is a tiny head visible now... silver-white hair. Trollkiller supports the head gently with his hands, not forcing movement, just helping the weight... Rillwhisper moans, loudly - *Timmorn's Blood, cubling, come on... * Trollkiller trembles a bit more, but suppresses it, sharing the load of the pain as he can... There is an almost soundless sliding as Rillwhisper twitches again. The tops of two huge closed eyes are visible. The tips of tiny, delicate pointed ears can be seen among the wisps of hair... Rillwhisper yells again, and twitches... Trollkiller sends, *Woodhawk, rub her legs, help her muscles that couldn't be tense go relax... ... and the baby's entire face comes into view. Woodhawk nods, his lean hands massaging Rillwhisper's thighs. Rillwhisper openly sends *Almost free, come on, my cubling, you're nearly with us!* Trollkiller openly sends *His hair is longer than mine already...* Trollkiller giggles, eyes tearing just a little. Woodhawk grins! *Aye... oh Rill, it _is_ a boycub, pretty, too!* Rillwhisper laughs weakly... a huge shudder racks her small frame... and more of the infant is suddenly visible, small shoulders, the tops of arms. Rillwhisper openly sends *Have that dagger ready, 'Hawk! Trollkiller, beloved, hold him steady, he's going to drop free any moment now...!* Trollkiller cradles the head and small back as it emerges from Rillwhisper's womb... Rillwhisper shudders again... there is another sliding. The tiny elfin cub's entire upper body comes free, and the cord that binds him to his mother... Trollkiller openly sends *Already ahead of you on that, love* ... slips into view, too. Trollkiller gently pulls the cub the rest of the way free. Trollkiller openly sends *Woodhawk...* Rillwhisper lets out a loud half-shriek, half-joyful-howl... her belly, round for over a turn of the seasons, is suddenly small again. Woodhawk gently reaches with Rillwhisper's dagger, and as he makes the slice, a tiny wail breaks out in the den. drop tiny Dropped. Rillwhisper looks up, breathlessly, exhausted...? Trollkiller cradles the tiny cub, and carries it around to Rillwhisper. Tiny silver-haired cub wails! Woodhawk grins, cleaning Rillwhisper first, and then her dagger. Trollkiller giggles, and sends openly *Why are you screaming, cub? _You_ had the easy job* From the sleepfurs, Sleepy little Ferret throws the furs aside and gets to his feet. Sleepy little Ferret pushes the furs aside and gets to his feet. Sleepy little Ferret has arrived. Rillwhisper giggles weakly, and as her eyes fall on her cub, they begin to shine. You whisper "Sun Apr 26 18:54:57 1992" to Rillwhisper. Rillwhisper whispers "Sun Apr 26 18:54:57 1992" Sleepy little Ferret acks ooc and is spammed. Sleepy little Ferret has left. Rillwhisper coughs a little. "W-what shall we name him?" Trollkiller says "He's beautiful, already... even if he has no fur..." Woodhawk looks up, grinning, at Trollkiller. Rillwhisper giggles! Trollkiller runs his fingers throughhis damp hair... Firestar sends *Heyla, my chief. * Tiny silver-haired cub waves a tiny fist. Rillwhisper looks up at a send, then.... and chuckles. *It seems Firestar is wondering what's going on...* You send * Heyla, .* to Firestar. " Rillwhisper smiles at Trollkiller. "What kind of a tribe-name is 'No-fur'?" Trollkiller looks up and blinks, giggling. Woodhawk chuckles! *Well, it's accurate!* Trollkiller wants a fur to clean the cub. @name tiny=No-fur Name set. Rillwhisper reaches for the little one wonderingly, smiling.