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Originally Posted by Nettleclaw
Fleetear takes a breath, looking from his mate to the little kit. Poetically, he thinks of his fur like sunlit stone, though it's a bit brighter than that. Dappled? Nah, that's not like him to be so observant and place a name on that. Squirrelleap seems to blame Starclan, but how is he to tell her that something like losing almost all of their kits is something that happened for a reason? This has to mean something too, from getting back together all the way to naming a kit that's not his. A sunlit stone, with a purpose...
Fleetear places his paw to the kit's side. The kit tips over and holds on to his paw. "Flintkit." Fleetear mews, looking back up to Squirrelleap.
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She gave him a watery smile. "P-perfect," she meowed, bending her head to touch her nose to Fallenkit's head. The tiny kit clambered onto her head, and she turned to Fleetear, the kit practically velcroed to her face. "Help me?"