"No!" A white she-cat mewed pitifully, staring at the black queen writhing in the WindClan nursery. "She can't suffer this much loss. Her mate already just tolerates her. How can she be destined to lose two kits?"
"It's no use, Snowfur," a blue-gray she-cat said. "The stars have decreed it."
"Bluestar, how could you say that?" Snowfur mewed. "You yourself lost Mosskit. How could you be so cruel?"
Bluestar turned away, a clear sign that she was done with their conversation. Snowfur, however, muttered under her breath. "I will do anything to save these kits. This, I promise." Then she turned and looked down at the screeching WindClan she-cat.
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In the WindClan nursery, Nightcloud thrashed around, disrupting the mossy nests around her. A short-tailed brown tom placed one paw on her distended midsection. "Ah! The first kit is coming," he mewed.
Nightcloud gave a wail of despair and bit down hard on the stick in her mouth. An undersized smoky-gray kitten slid onto the nursery floor. It gave a weak mewl and flopped over. Barkface scooped it up and licked it. Between licks, he yowled, "I will not lose these kits!"
A sleeker black kitten came next, breathing even softer than its sibling. Nightcloud, weak as she was, dragged the kit toward her and began to lick it. She stiffened and gave a pure yowl of pain. A sleek black kitten lay on the nursery floor, breathing heavily. She nudged it over to nurse. I'm not going to lose my kits. Exhausted, she lay on her side, her kits at her belly.
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Snowfur crept into the nursery silently. She gave her blessing to each of the kits, whispering encouragements in their ears. Even though your father is a selfish mouse-heart, you will be loved. I promise you that, poppets. You will survive. You're unbreakable.
A/N: So this was thought up by yours truly when I wondered how Breezepelt would change if he had a sister or two to guide him. I'm thinking about making this like a novella, about nine chappies. I'll decide as I write it if I want to make it longer or shorter. Allegiances will be up for the next chappie.