[Tess_Potter]

Foxwillow sat in the clearing, not looking at nor speaking to anyone. She curled her tail over her pregnant belly. She was so scared. If she couldn't find someone to be her "mate" in this clan, she had no idea what she'd do. Raise the litter herself, she supposed. She wished that she and Sharpbreeze were in the same Clan. But no. These kits could never know who their father was, and that killed Foxwillow. Part of her wondered if life would be better if maybe she had never gotten pregnant. But then she felt tiny lives move inside of her, and those feelings disapeared, flooded by warmth and love for her unborn babies. She couldn't wait to meet them. And whatever happened next, she would be the best mother she could. She looked around, she wanted to confide in someone, anyone.
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