Loverarrow had found love, or what she believed to be love at least and what most rolled their eyes at her for, and the results of it were snuggled against her side. Two little ones, each sweet as can be, or at least she believed them to be the sweetest things ever. As a cat that valued and preached love, it was no wonder she was with kits and ecstatic about it too. They were the ultimate sign of one's love, the product of it! At least that's what the she-cat believed and would continue believing until her final death. Lovearrow was gently grooming each of them, loving and caring as a mother should be as she thought about her lover. He had disappeared, and she hadn't a clue where they went but she still loved them. While the kits had stolen her strength when she'd birthed them, her heart had been a flutter. A sign she was sure was her love growing, which was in truth her heart issues acting up. But trying and convince her of that.




Ant-thistle - male, tiny but the oldest of the litter, a little spitfire, swift, easily distracted, argues with his sister and tries pulling the "I'm the older one so you have to listen to me!" card, easily angered, adores kits and teaching
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Mothbow - female, larger of her and her brother, the younger one, confident, headstrong, thinks she's smaller than she is and thus gets stuck in places (overestimates how broad her shoulders are and her height), constantly bickering and fighting with her brother, picks on him for being tiny even though she forgets her own size sometimes, 
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