Post by Hellion on Jan 17, 2016 3:57:19 GMT -5
She had a difficult time sleeping watching the sickly form of Dunekit. The young kit had a difficult time breathing and seemed to not want to move any farther from his nest than required. Lionsong had taken up residences with her son inside Littletimber's den. Dusk-kit was forced to stay inside the nursery alone and watched over by other queens if Lionsong was busy. The ripple it caused between the two young kits was enough to break any parent's heart.
The golden queen felt her stomach growl loudly and felt almost guilty for not taking care of herself too. The leafbare season had been terrible and the recent blizzard was enough to put the fear of StarClan into any cat. She had intended on eating but the lack of fresh-prey had kept the she-cat away to avoid the temptation. Yet she had a duty not only to herself but to her kits. Because prey was so scares, she continued to nurse the two kits when ever she could. A key to keeping the milk running was to have a half decent diet. But the she-cat still couldn't force herself upward to get something to eat. Instead she rose up to her paws and nudged the sleeping form of Dunekit. He didn't protest but his weak breathing ensure the she-cat that her darling son was still alive for the time being.
The bronze eyes looked tired and sad as she existed the den. She made little eye contact with those cats who passed her on their feeble attempts to find food. Her own attention didn't venture to the weak pile of food but she found a spot beside the opening of the medicine cat den to ensure she'd be close if Dunekit called out to her. She needed to get come fresher air, the stink of herbs was enough to choke the life out of her.
Dusk-kit's head poked out of the nursery but she didn't run toward her mother just yet. The she-cat looked so tired and the smaller she-cat didn't think her mother would want to play.
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