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The kits were bundled close together, warmed by her belly. They suckled for milk, they weren't close to being weaned off yet. Probably a moon or so old, but unlike her other kits they were big for one moon olds. Looked more like two in a half moons. It was why she didn't feel too jealous that it wasn't her that her kits were suckling milk from, but Whispyfeather. When she was a kit herself her mother had made sure it wouldn't be possible for her to have kits of her own. Said she'd create little demons and she couldn't exactly believe that her mother was wrong. She hadn't planned these kits, hadn't planned the last one either. Happy little accidents, truly.
She had been in SunClan at the time, she apparently knocked out from the pain and had been almost in a coma for a few days. Foxstar had claimed the father must be Darkcomplex, but Glowstar wasn't too sure. Foxstar wanted Darkcomplex and her to have kits, but nothing ever came from that. She knew one thing, the kits were hers. There were too many similarities. The way their fur was easily imprinted with a grass stained green color. How the she-cats waists were so thin and how their fur had that natural shine. That part wasn't a trick, but Darkcomplex being the father she was almost certain was a way for Foxstar to have some sort of claim over the kits. However. The timing couldn't have been better. Leafbare was coming. Soon DayClan would be a frigid wasteland of blizzards, prey would be scarce, they would likely lose many warriors to the cold. While it was Leaffall the kits were hers, but when the first snow falls, she would take them to SunClan. Whoever the father was, Darkcomplex loved his kits. That sincerity alone was worthy enough for her to allow him to care for them during Leafbare.
Glowstar's slender hour glass framed body strode with a tight rope kind of softness into the nursery, "Nap times over, we can go play now," She said cheerfully.
"Glowstar, they've literally been napping for two hours. Last time you kept them up till midnight. You do realize that kittens are awake for maybe four hours daily?" Whispyfeather said, clearly having gone through this enough that being polite was thrown out of things to make Glowstar come to her senses. Whispyfeather had been a mother enough to know that Glowstar wanted to spend an obscene amount of time with her kits.
"Aw, is that true? Do you all want to sleep? It's fun outside, I promise," Glowstar pleaded, already bargaining with her kits at just one moon old. Probably the only parenting skill she knew besides shaming/ guilt tripping and forcibly dragging.
Shakily, Etheralkit stood, before falling back down and rolling over onto her back. She flailed, looking around for who she thought was her mother. Her hazy gaze slowly focused in on Glowstar, her head falling into a tilt. Rolling back over, the small kit sat up and let out a squeaky yawn. This time when she stood, it was much more steady, though she had trouble not falling back asleep. "Pwaytime!" As the kit went to bound outside, she fell over into Glowstar's leg.
His snowy white chest was speckled with soft grey-brown spots like feathers and ruffled as he shuffled forward. His steps were uncertain, his paws splayed; he tended to take tiny steps with stiff legs. Ebony paws brushed the ground tentatively before he shifted his weight onto them, then stood firmer. His head slowly tilted back to look up at his mum, blinking clear harlequin eyes. He had to stifle a yawn. The little kitten was always tired, but he loved his mum, and he'd do what she wanted.
"I wanna sweep." Cinnamonkit grumbled shifting to try and get comfortable back in the nest. The lovely golden tom curled in tighter, mewling his protest. Though he doubted his mother was swayed so letting out a huff he lifted his head partially and looked at his mother. Only a moon old and already he wiped out the aggravation in his expression replacing it with a soft blue eyed seemingly innocent adorable gaze. "Pwease mother?"
"Aww, please, it'll bee so fun! We can see some of the territory, you can see my den, maybe we'll run into one of your siblings," Glowstar listed.
"Glowstar, they can't leave camp, they're not even eating prey yet," Whispyfeather argued.
"Ugh, you're such a mom," Glowstar groaned before looking back at her kits, "Adventure or sleeping, your choice," She said with confidence and a gentle wave of her tail towards the entrance.
