Tansyheart looked up as her mate dropped a vole in front of her. "Thank you, Newtface," she purred gently, looking lovingly down at the two tiny kits. She smiled up at Newtface, the cat who not so long ago had scorned her and avoided her. It seemed like yesterday, that the tom had been sulking alone, mourning the loss of his previous mate. The day he had left camp, alone, to take his own life. She could only thank StarClan for the way he had turned around, how happy he had become, and how happy he had made her.
"Good hunting today?" she asked cheerfully, taking a bite of vole. She didn't want to mention the little life that had been snuffed out so early. Her youngest kit, a tiny black-and-white tom, had not lived to see the light of day. Newtface had left in the night to bury him, only now returning.
Tansyheart continued to gaze at her mate. He had been so much happier lately, but she knew by the way he had dealt with Rosepetal's death, that he didn't deal well with loss. She searched his eyes for any sign of sadness or regret. The last thing she wanted was for him to become distant and isolated, like he once had been. She willed him to focus on the joy that his daughters would bring, rather than the death of his son. The queen found herself thinking of what she had said to him, when he had been so close to taking his life. For me.
Pushing these thoughts aside, she turned her attention back to Starlingkit and Rookkit, still mewing peacefully at her side. No good would come from fear, but it would only take away from these precious moments.
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