The Fire of Autumn leaves
A Fire will break free, flames will kindle to the clans, and the fire will retreat to the stars
"Stay away!" a hiss echoed from the Queen's den, as a Queen placed a paw protectively on her kit, her amber eyes glared at the cats in front of her. The cats exchanged looks, nodded to each other, and cleared the way. The Queen raised her ears and let out a content hiss, wrapping her tail around her paws, and her kit.
"Mew!" the tiny voice called, stretching and tried stretching its tiny legs to get up, only to tumble back on its mother's tail "Oof!" it squeaked. The Queen laughed smiled sweetly, but inside she was extremely worried for her kit, which had not developed yet, even though it's been four days…since…since. Her eyes scanned the nursery; she let out a whimper and frowned then felt her head sink, as she smelled the faint trace of blood. She cringed as she felt her cheeks get wet again, for the blood was from her kitting…and from her three dead kits. Frustrated with her Greif, the Queen dug her claws in the ground, sobbing softly and placing her head on her surviving kit.
And her survivor hadn't even opened her eyes, "My kit my kit," she said softly, her head rubbing in the kit's flank, "Where will I go next? Can I take such pain?" The queen looked up to the top of the nursery, clearing her head of all thoughts. Her body slowly relaxed, and she shifted her position so she curled around her kit. She laid her head on the ground, and her breathing slowed, she felt herself falling asleep. She faintly opened her eyes and looked outside the den, watching the autumn leaves fall slowly on to the ground, as the wind blew them. She sighed, closing her eyes once again. Was she escaping her pain? Her fear? Yes, probably. But at the moment that's just what the Queen needed.