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She didn't expect him to understand, not in this. He had never experienced the love of a mother towards their child, a love that trumped every other emotion within her. She had sent Leatherstar away for them, denied herself happiness for them. Nothing would keep her from protecting them.
"I can't promise that. I have my own dreams and ambitions, but if forced to choose the decision has already been decided."
"You can always have more kits, Littlebird," he replied bluntly, shifting to look her sternly in the eye. "But you only live once. Throw that away and you'll regret it."
Littlebird had power, potential -- she could be someone, do something, and most cats never got that opportunity. But she could not if she let herself waste away just for some kits. They were replaceable, like it or not.
Littlebird shook her head slightly, there was no point in trying to argue with him. He would never understand a mother's love for her children. In his eyes they were disposable, but they gave her a purpose. A reason to work harder than ever for this clan that had taken her in. To her there was no future without them, no reason to keep on going on in this world that was so cruel. She would make a difference here, but for them. She didn't want them to grow up in the circumstances that she had.
Littlebird slowly lowered her head, exhaustion taking over. Even this brief chat was taking a toll on her and she could only hope that if she slept so would he.
Singedwolf snorted as she shook her head, but he said nothing more. He rose to his paws and paced stiffly past her, checking for signs of danger and letting the fresh air chase sleep from the recesses of his mind. Then he returned to his post to sit and wait. It was going to be a long night.
