THE FADING FLAMES
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The small bundle let herself be teetered by the larger body that was not her own. Sticking out her small pink tongue, she allowed herself to take it some of the many scents that she had not even known yet. It was a strange thing for her. To taste something that was not the milk of her mother, and to feel more of her rough fur. Pulling her body with her clumsy front paws, she felt another body beside her. Slightly bigger than her, but the same feel and scent as her own. Purring, she let her own thoughts die down for her to be able to rest. A large purr escaped her throat as she settled down once more into the soft nest.
"They're quite something, aren't they?" A soft voice spoke.
"Of course. Our kits were born unique. I had no doubts." A louder, more scratched voice replied, disturbing the kit's slumber as the owner of the voice's sides vibrated.
"I told Breylan to come and check on them in a day or two." The soft voice responded, yet a little hesitant.
"Hmmph. These are our kits we're talking about. It's funny how you tend to talk about her so much. We could do without her." The little she-kit squeaked as the body moved again, this time dislodging her from her comfortable position.
The tom looked down with slight concern, then back at the she-cat. "I just want to make sure they're healthy. Living like this can sometimes lead to health problems. If I know Breylan, she can make sure they're doing okay. She's the best healer you can find in places like this."
The she-cat snorted, though her eyes softened adoringly at the sight of her kits. "I know you care, Blotch." She said, her voice ringing.
"Mhmm." He replied with a resignated sigh. "As long as they're okay, we can make sure they have a good life with us, Sting."
"I don't want anything else." She replied, nuzzling her two precious bundles.
The large gray tom stood up, shaking his pelt with the scraps of leaves falling from them. "I'll head over and see if I can catch Breylan. Hopefully I won't run into Boulder while I'm there." Grunting, he padded out of the shelter, and his pawsteps gradually became distant until you couldn't hear a thing.
Sting nudged the two kits, a little too rough for a first time mother, but purred loudly. "Oh, my precious, precious daughters. I will always take care of you. Nothing will ever separate us." A dark gleam rose in her eyes at the comment, as the sun fell at the night's dark approach.
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