[poppy]

. @juniiper

When her father jerked away, Rowanbriar bit back bitter tears. Of course. Here comes the yelling... and the anger.... and the 'what were you thinkings' She scuffled her paws, bracing herself for the torrent of fatherly rage. She opened her mouth to make unconscious promises, to give her kits up, to do anything to bring her father back to her, but closed her mouth again. No. They were her kits, and even if they weren't planned... and a serious inconvenience... she loved them already and wouldn't give them up for anything.

But no yelling ensued. She raised her defiant gaze to her father, and was surprised to see joy there. Joy. She was surprised. Shocked. That her strict, cranky father, would stand with her during these hard times. She drew back. "R-really?" She meowed, voice breaking. "You're not going t-to disown me .... or... or yell at me?" Relief flooded her, and she pressed against his body.

"Thank you... I love you, Dad." She murmured, curling her tail around her belly. Her stomach wasn't showing signs of the kits, but it would start to become obvious. She was glad to have her father on her side to support her, but what about a father? The kits needed a father.... Sootstrike might want to know who the father was. How was she supposed to explain it to him?!