Queen lost and alone with 4 kits

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    Ember sat in an alleyway, silently nursing her four newborn kits. Her tortoiseshell fur was matted and rough over her bony frame. Oh, will anyone find me?

    a fire looking cat walked up "hello my name is burn,who are you"

    She was caught off guard by the voice. "I-I'm Ember." she stammered nervously.

    "are those kits?" he asked (burn is a tom)"and dont worry i wont hurt you"he said gently with a soothing purr

    "Y-yes, but they're only a few hours old. Please don't hurt them, they're so fragile." she pleaded, tightening her grip on her litter.

    "i will not hurt you or your kits"burn said gently "are you hungry?" he asked

    "Um..." she cleared her voice. "Yes, I haven't eaten in days. If you don't count a worm." she asnwered, sweeping a stray kit towards her.

    Cleo a tall skinny calico cat padded slowly towards them, her purple collar loose on her neck, her war twitched at the sound of cry hungry kits.

    "ill go hunt for you i will be back"he ran off to hunt and returned in a few mins with a mouse as big as all the kits"here eat this"he said

    She ate hungrily then stared up to look at Cleo. "Who are you?" she asked.

    Ember stared up at the cats gathering around her. "Well I know that! It's not my fault they were born here. I tried to make it into the forest but kits don't wait you know." she licked her largest kit -a tiny orange tabby- on the head.

    Wisefoot padded over quietly "The forest isnt far from here, Just follow that line of twoleg nests and you should come across a Thunderclan patrol" he meowed

    Ember stared at him. "I wouldn't want my kits to be part of a band of ruffians like Thunderclan. My kits are way to young to travel, let alone transition to a new lifestyle." she gently touched her smallest kit -a skinny black tom- on the back and he let out a suprised cry.

    "Yes, exactly. Not anymore. Doesn't mean I should go off and learn to hunt and fight to defend cats that I don't even share blood with. It makes no sense." she replied. "Besides my kits already have names and they sound good just the way there are now. No need to change." Her green eye flashed.

    She purred. "The orange tom is Blaze, the gray she cat is Cinder, the black tom is Ash and the dark gray and white she cat is Saraphina." she mewed, touching each kit lightly on top of the head.

    "Thank you. I named them all after fire to give them a will to survive without their father to help raise them." she purred.