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It had been only two days since Littlebird had given birth to her little ones. The two surviving kits were doing well, but the same could not be said for Littlebird. The small she-cat still looked weak, barely able to walk a few steps before loosing strength and collapsing. The pregnancy had already taken a large toll on her body, and the difficult birthing had almost killed her. Had Foxstar and Mountainsound not been there, she would have died that night.
She had been put on strict bed rest, but she had forced herself to journey to the sunflower fields to burry the three kits she had lost. She had been so angry and upset that even the threat of death could not keep her from being there to say her good byes.
She had pushed herself to far, she knew that as she stumbled into her nest. Intense cramps still wracked her small frame, and the movement had made her begin to bleed once more. It was going to be a long recovery, and she wasn't helping things by forcing herself to her paws.
There was no doubt that those around her would have questions. Why had Leatherstar burst into their camp? What was this bond that he had spoke of?
"You should have had asked someone to join you, Littlebird." Foxstar admonished the Promised as she ducked into the den, though her tone was gentle, less angry and more concerned, especially at the scent of blood. It, perhaps, lucky then, that she'd kept extra healing herbs in the den, in anticipation of this very thing. She walked over to the herbs then, pulling out those she needed and turning to immediately begin helping the she-cat. It was odd to think, that she'd one day be healing an entire clan with her own paws, a path she'd never thought her life would take, even as she envisioned her own leadership in her youth. "You can't push yourself so hard. It's dangerous."
She shook her head, although it made the den around her spin. This was something that she had to do herself in order to gain some sort of closure. Their tiny lives had been stolen from her to soon, not even given the opportunity to experience life. She had been so angry.
Angry with herself for ever getting pregnant with Leatherstar. Angry with herself for not being able to handle the pregnancy. Angry with Leatherstar for barging in. Angry with the Sun God for taking them away. No she had to bury them herself, to grieve and let all the emotions she had pent up for so long out into the open.
I was only now that the Sun God had allowed her to see and say goodbye to the kits who would never live, that she found any peace within her soul. They would be there waiting for her to join them one day,and until the Sun God would ensure they would be happy and safe. They had seemed so carefree, until she had cried. The had begged her not cry, so she wouldn't. She wouldn't cry for them anymore. Instead she would try to live, to live enough life for a three of them.
"I had to do it alone..." she replied though she doubted Foxstar would understand. "I couldn't just let them go with no goodbyes"
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 12, 2019 14:45:28 GMT -5
"Still, you should've warned someone, so that we could at least check up on you." Foxstar sighed, though she understood. She couldn't empathize, for she'd lost many kits without so much as a blink of an eye, but she understood it at least. She laid a paw on the she-cat's shoulder, a slight warning to keep still and not hurt herself further. That would be a mess and a half, and if the Priestess had to admit it, she rather liked this Promised, and it would be a shame to have to find a new one. Twistedecho and Skipstep were pleasant cats, but the former still seemed to be working through her past, and well, Skipstep would have trouble stepping up in Littlebird's wake, assuming the Sun God chose either Janus for the position.
