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Recently, Blueflame had kitted but due to an injury flatter being hit by a monster on the thunder path, none of her litter survived. She been so hopeful too when one kit had struggled through the night but it wasn’t to be so. Each were buried and grieved over had the she-cat still grieved for what could have been. With one remaining kit out of her two litters, the she-cat believed herself destined to never be a mother again. She’d done well with Bramblepaw but clearly it wasn’t meant to be something she did again, raising kits that is. Sitting out among the dead at the burial grounds, the she-cat could only offer a small smile. At least they hadn’t suffered in their deaths and StarClan woudl welxome them with open arms as they did all kits. Their deaths though were a struggle for the small family they left behind. It felt as though a wedge had been dung between her and Poisonrush as the two had hardly spoken since the burial of the litter.
Ever since the loss of his mate's last litter, Poisonrush had been finding any reason to keep busy to stay distracted as much as possible. Any hunting or border patrols went out, he was with them. Any den cleaning that needed to be done, he did it. It was his way of coping. With that though, that meant spending less time with Blueflame, the one grieving the most, and he felt terrible for it. He wanted to say something but wasn't sure of what it was to say. What could he say? He was both angry and sad - angry at her for being so mousebrained as to chase after a kit that managed to escape camp while she was pregnant. But Poisonrush knew what kind of cat she was and couldn't be mad about it.
Since today wasn't a particularly busy day, he didn't have any distractions and the guilt got to him. Since it had been days since he last visited their graves, he made his way toward the burial site. As he approached, he saw his mate sitting amongst the gravestones. "Blueflame..." he called out quietly as he got closer.
She hadn't known she was pregnant but even she was guilt-ridden at her actions that were a major factor in her kits' deaths. Blueflame's mind wandered to the kit she'd saved that day, wondering what had happened to the little one. If it was happy and alive and becoming a warrior soon. The kit wasn't hers but it was a focus point she could think on, something other than her own children she would never get to see become warriors. Tears had silently flowed down her face, slow and few, her heart to broken for more at the moment. "Do you ever wonder about that kit that day? If they're a warrior yet?" She'd heard him approach but didn't turn to face him or do anything other than softly speaking up.
"I uh..." Poisonrush was unsure of how to answer that. He honestly didn't really think about it. "I'm sure they're going to grow up to be a fine warrior, thanks to you and what you've done." he finally said as he sat next to Blueflame. Looking at her, he could see tears streaming down her face and it broke him to see her like this. He pressed himself into her to comfort her. "Please dont cry."
Blueflame truly tried to not cry, but she could only feel hollow at the thoughts of what could have been. If only's, and what if's raced through her mind, drowning out anything that was happening around her. It was depressing just thinking about that day. She'd been so happy so confident in what followed afterwards. That her and Poisonrush would be parents for a second time but that hope was crushed when all the kits were born and not a one lived.
Maybe this was all some cruel joke StarClan was playing on them. Their first litter barely had a survivor but he was okay with that. At the very least he had one kit he could raise like he wanted. But for their second to be lost like that? It was definitely rough. They could try for another, but...but it just wouldn't be the same. He wasn't sure what to do from here but he knew one thing. "Blueflame...we have to go." Spending too much time in the graveyard would weigh too much on him.
