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"Of course it'll go away after that, they're contractions. They're not gonna last you after the kits are out. It might just be stress or your size can play a big role. Like this one kittypet told me that those small yappy dogs with the pointed ears, they can't give birth naturally. They have to be taken to a two-leg to get the babies out. It's crazy. But anyways, your not a yappy little dog with pointed ears so you're gonna be okay," Glowstar reassured and apart of her felt a bit guilty not having nine lives. If she did she would be there for Littlebird and ensure that if Littlebird was losing the battle she would ask StarClan to grant her one of her own lives. Even if Littlebird didn't believe in StarClan, it was still real and the ancestors would believe in her. They always believed in clan cats more than Renegade reject, Primal brats like herself.
She nodded though she had not heard of those stories. In some ways this scared her even more, but the she-cat's reassuring tone brought some calm to her. After all Strik had her own kits, and had probably seen many births.
She closed her eyes "I just have to get through a few more weeks of this" although she sounded confident, she had her doubts. Perhaps this was the Sun God's way of punishing her for her sins... Perhaps this pregnancy was cursed... The thoughts had plagued her, along with nightmares of her mother and father, each one ending with her in a pool of blood.
"Then my kits will be big enough to survive in the world, and I won't have to stop the contractions"
Glowstar tilted her head, bit her tongue, chewed at the side of her cheek and with a slow exhale she smiled and gently lied down beside Littlebird. Her paw pressed against hers, "There's going to come a time when you realize your kits aren't safe. One day they're safe by your belly and the next they're attempting to murder the leader and you'll wonder if there was more you could have done. Why didn't this happen to someone else's kits. Maybe yours won't murder Foxstar, but they could do something else, something that won't make them safe. Your mom gave her life to make sure you were safe and that still wasn't enough. You're going to be a good mom whether their safe or insane or weak. Whoever your kits are you'll love them and when it comes down to it a family is all about relationships. So maybe your having a hard time now and down the road you'll have some rough patches. But always remember that your love to them is priceless. You're already a good mom Littlebird and if your kits need anything just let me know. I know," She said quickly, "SunClan has everything it needs. But really, if you want a rabbit and your clan only brought back squirrels send someone our way."
It would never be the same. She wasn't there for Hazethroat, through her horror, through her kitting. But she would make sure she was there for her daughter.
