(OOC: Set 3 days after the birth of Swanmist's litter)
IC: Swanmist's belly wasn't round anymore. Not just because she wasn't eating, but the things next to her, laying next to her belly and paws.
Her kits.
Swanmist didn't want kits, and she felt she didn't exactly love the ones at her stomach now, especially the one that looked like awful Smokeflame. Her mate, Smokeflame came inside the nursery once. To announce that their kits weren't his problem and that he didn't ever love her anyway. The day of the birth. That's why the three kits at her belly weren't named. She was supposed to have four kits. Four healthy kits. But they weren't healthy, they were weak, one had weird paw, the other two were probably really weak. And... one...
It was dead.
She had only named the dead one, after speaking with her father. Yes, speaking. She had to use her mouth just a little, but it will only be for close family. She doubted she would grow close to her kits, but maybe that would change. The kit that died had been pure white, he died a few minutes after birth, his heart just... Stopped. Swanmist and her father named him Breezekit, in memory of her mother and her kit's grandmother, Littlebreeze. Littlebreeze had died too early of sickness, like Breezekit died too early just because of a weak heart... It hurt terribly. Was everything against her in the world?
Gazing down at the sleeping bodies of the three nameless, but alive, kits. She breathed a heavy sigh. "The white and grey one... Flurrykit, like snow, like you, father." She whispered, before looking up at the white tom. The tom smiled back at her. Snowdash, Swanmist's father, and now a grandfather to her kits, was right next to her, to help her out with naming. "May I suggest one for the creamy and grey kit?" Snowdash muttered. Swanmist shrugged, she didn't want to name it, she didn't want to name things that brought her bad memories. "Okay, Pebblekit, like the ones near the river, a river to put out the flame. It also is little reminder about my- and your- long family history." Swanmist looked away as her father went to nuzzle the kit's head. "The grey one is Mintkit." She looked back at her kits, spotting the grey one with fur exactly like her own. "Mintkit sounds nice. It fits her."
The three kits were named. She gave each one a quick lick on their head, but hesitated when she went to lick Pebblekit's head. It's not him. She thought, wincing. Pebblekit will never be him. Finally, she licked Pebblekit and lowered herself onto her side. There was a dead mouse right in front of her. Snowdash had caught it for her to eat. She nibbled a little, but really didn't feel like eating. She just needed to lie down for now.
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FINCHKIT - KIT - THUNDERCLAN [10HP/30SP]