Oh dear Starclan not again. (Birth topic)

OOC: Nightfire had the second kit but okay o3o. and short.

IC: Nightfire growled at Fawnwillow, quite angry that she snatched the kit from his grasp.

OOC: Oh ye ye

Specklefur was just about to shout something to Fawnwillow about how dare she tell such a bad lie but was interrupted by her leaving and Foxfang asking her to lay down. Sighing she let herself shuffle down into a not-so-tight ball and hold her kittens close. Frowning deeply Specklefur had the urge to ask, beg even, to know if her kittens would live this time, if nothing bad would happen to them until they got a chance to defend themselves. Begrudgingly Specklefur turned to look at Nightfire and mutter, "Thank you. You can leave now." the last bit hard and dismissive. Turning to Foxfang she muttered a few more things before gesturing to him with an invitation of some affection.

The black kitten snuggled into her mother's belly once she had finished nursing, feeling warm and full. Soon she fell asleep, twitching while in her dreams. She almost never stopped moving, and if she did, there'd be a mew every now and then.

Foxfang nearly sighed with relief when Specklefur finally laid down. Sitting besde her in the nest he began to groom her ears soothingly. Actually, his eyelids were starting to droop; the rush of adrenaline had subsided and left him with a load of exhaustion. He'd make sure she fell asleep first, though. "A brown tom and a black she-cat," he murmured, sleepiness slipping into his voice.