Nightwing watched the event with worry. He pushed the kits closer to Dovewhisper's belly as they came. His body shook with grief as his spitting image, a large black tome kit, was born a stillborn. He dragged the kits cold, limp body away from Dovewhisper. He watched her with worry as she convulsed, peering at the stillborn tom. He willed the kit to come back to life, pleading with Starclan to help the little kit....nothing.
Nightwing pushed himself closer to Dovewhisper, warming his kits on their back sides. "The silver tabby she cat will be....Fallenkit. And the b-black tom....Brokenkit." he mewed quietly, standing.
"I'll go bury Brokenkit." he mewed, picking up the cold black tome kit and going outside. He buried him quickly, not looking at any of the passing cats and hurried back to his new family. He curled up by Dovewhisper, their kits now in between their two warm bodies.
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Fallenkit squealed as Nightwing curled up behind her.She could feel her brother and her sister on either side of her. She batted at her brothers head without knowing it. She scrambled on top of him, trying to get milk.She may be the runt but she had all the personality in the world.
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Morningkit scrambled into the Nursery. "N-Nightwing? C-can I sleep with you guys tonight?" she asked. Being the lost kit of two loners, and knew to the clan with no mother, she needed someplace to sleep. She didn't know who Nightwing's mate was but she liked Nightwing. she inched slowly over to the mated pair, sneaking a peek at the tiny kits.