Despite the shortage of food there was no masking the plumpness that was Firestar's belly. Perhaps the most reckless of her choice was the one to become a queen for the second time so late in her life. She justfied it by saying it was to bring strong kits into the Clan but her true, but morbid, motivation was the hopes of refilling the hole within her chest that was the loss of Mapleheart. She prayed to StarClan each night to let Mapleheart be reborn into one of the kits that grew in her belly. However, once the prayer was whispered she cursed herself. It was a terrible thought and idea to have for kits not yet born. A horrible expectation born of loss and heartache. She felt guilty most days as she stared at her growing belly.
Per her mate's request, Firestar had stepped down as Leader of LightingClan but she retained her name and extra lives. She would only be in the nursery for the moons of leafbare before returning promptly to the status of leader. She deemed it pointless to make the trek to give her lives considering she fully intended to lead the Clan again. In the meantime, Redscar would take charge. A role Firestar trusted to him with ease. However, Firestar was gradually becoming stir crazy.
The cold Leafbare days made her paws ache and the added weight of her thin frame made moving difficult. She felt useless but that feeling washed away as the movement within her belly reminded her of the life budding inside. It would be worth it, so she hoped.
Currently curled up in her plush nest but she found little comfort. It seemed that her musing of dark thoughts had upset the kits growing within. Firestar had jokingly made nicknames for the kits. Kickerkit and Thrasherkit. They suited the kits within her. They both seemed to enjoy rolling around and causing their mother some discomfort the longer they grew. But she wouldn't have it any other way.
Pushing herself to sit up Firestar decided to lean slightly, wishing the change of position to ease the pain. She was tempted to go for a walk but knew the cold wind and air would make her feel tired and that was the last thing she wanted. Instead, she sat awkwardly and felt bored creep into the nursery.
He'd managed to hunt today, a feat that suprised many of the cats around him. The tightness of his limbs from the fire made injuries meant that moving around with any sort of stealth was nearly impossible. But, he'd been a very determined tom, and had a fat hare to show for his efforts. He was sore all over and reminded of his age, but he'd done it. Maybe now everyone would stop looking at him with pity.
Russetfall beelined for the nursery, determined to present his kill to his mate. Firestar was now heavily pregnant with their second litter, and he was determined to provide for her. He was old, but he wasn't so old yet that he couldn't do this for her. When she had weaned the kits he would likely stay in the nursery with them until they became apprentices. Let Firestar go back to being leader, and allowing him to spend time with his kits.
He entered the nursery quietly and slowly made his way over to where Firestar had made her nest. The hare was plopped down in front of her before the large tom let his body collapse to the ground. "For you." He offered, grinning cheekily at her. "I went and caught it for you." Which had been difficult all on its own, with prey being so scarce this time of year.