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Littlebird's eyes fluttered open as the soft morning light began to flood into the den that she shared with Foxstar. She moved to stretch, as a sharp pain shot through her stomach. She groaned, willing herself to lay still.
The events of the night before seemed like a nightmare, but it had happened. The evidence was all around her. At her side was two small kits and behind her, Skipstep slumbered. The nest was still a bloodied mess and her fur was caked against her skin, but she guessed they hadn't wanted to risk moving her in that fragile of state.
Had Leatherstar truly barged into the center of their camp? Had she really sent him away? Or was it all in her mind. It was hard to know what was real and what had been a dream. She laid her head gently back down, sending the world around her spinning. She had lost a lot of blood, and it would take a lot of time and rest to recover. She remembered everything going dark, and honestly believed that she would wake up to find the Sun God telling her that she had passed on.
Her eyes fell onto the two kits that had begun to stir and nurse. One looked so much like her father, the other resembled Leatherstar so closely that those who had not yet pieced togather that she had been with him would most likely figure it out even without him bargining in and announcing to the clan that they were his. She had already made up her mind, they would never be his kits. He may have fathered them, but he would never be allowed to be their father.
They would grow up with Skipstep and her raising them, but neither would she lie. She would tell them of the whirlwind romance she had with Leatherstar, and of their WinterClan heritage. She would answer their questions, but they would be raised as SunClan cats. They would grow under his protection and guidance, and she could only hope they would understand and accept her decisions. Perhaps they would hate her for barring their father from their lives at first, but in time she hoped they would understand that she did this out of love for them. She didn't want them to feel divided, to come from a broken home. She wanted the best for them, which is more than what she could have ever given them had she stayed with Leatherstar....
Skipstep stirred when he felt movement, lifting his head blinking slowly. He had taken a while to fall asleep. Keeping watch over Littlebird for a while until the kits were settled against her and he could fall asleep alongside her.
Now he yawned, before nuzzling against Littkebird’s Head, a soft purr reverberating through him.
This was his new family. He and Littlebird had two wonderful kits that would grow up to be great warriors.
She could feel Skipstep's purr make it's way through her tired body. She had always heard that purrs had healing properties, but she had never really understood it until now. Something about the sound and vibration helped her musles to relax as she leaned into her mate. He had been here all night, and she had been able to rest knowing that he was by her side.
Her tail wrapped around that the two squirmy kits, they both seemed strong and healthy so far. "They made it through the night" she murmered. She had half expected to open her eyes to find that they two of them had passed on as well. With so many of the litter gone, it had been uncertain if the two survivors would even make it though the night. She supposed she had Foxstar and Mountainsound to thank for that. Even though she was is critical condition herself, her thoughts were on them.
Skipstep gave her a gentle lick, "They did," He agreed softly. "And we will do everything in our power to ensure that one night becomes two, then three, until they're a moon old, then 3, then 6 and becoming apprentices to the clan. Everyone's going to be pulling for them, and for you." He assured her.
His reassurance meant more to her than she could ever express. Even through everything that had happened, he had stood by her side. He had been there for the difficult kitting that would have sent most cats fleeing in terror, defended her against Leatherstar, and cuddled with through the night so that she could rest easy. She could almost see it now, them growing stronger and bigger by the day.
She nuzzled into his fur taking in his warm scent "I don't know what I did to deserve you, you always know just what to say"
Skipstep purred, "You healed my heart Littlebird," He said softly. "My words alone can't convey the love I have for you, and for our children." He looked down at the little ones. "But I try to do so anyways,"
Her heart pounded in her chest Our Children... two simple words, but a meaning that went far deeper than the surface. These kits may not have been his by blood, but he would always be their father. She owed him that much, she owed these kits that much. Leatherstar would never be able to be there for them the way Skipstep could. These kits would grow up with two parents that loved them, a better future.
"This is how it should have been from the begining. We could have both avoided so much heart ache"
