[dionysus]

@Ombre Party / @Slushie / @Loon / @Fuzzy / @Simul
Glidingleaf felt more sick than hungry, but she knew she had to eat if she wanted to help these kits. “A piece of prey would be helpful, if you don’t mind...” She felt strange asking this tom to fetch her prey. Shouldn’t Ravenvine be the one doting on her? Shouldn’t Flintfreckle be doting on Sagedust? Everything felt wrong. Glidingleaf tried to offer her own smile, but felt tears begin to slide from her brimming eyes and she had to look away. Instead, the queen focused her attention to the kits- all of whom had found a spot to suckle and seemed to be at peace. She tenderly licked the top of Whisperkit’s head, noticing that her young tom seemed more content. A fresh pang of grief struck her as she realized that he’d be going back to an empty nest soon. The little tom clearly liked the feeling of siblings surrounding him, as all kits did, and she couldn’t give that to him. His siblings were dead. Glidingleaf wanted to wail in grief, but she had to stay strong for the kits. Instead, she shifted so she was wrapped around the feeding bundles and allowed her tears to drip onto the moss, trying her best to avoid the fantasy that was blooming in her chest.
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Hemlockkit quickly let go of any feeling of curiosity as to who this cat was. Clearly she was his mother! How had he thought she smelled different? This was his mother and the other smell was his father, the one who had the deeper voice and no milk. None of that mattered right now. All he cared about was being full for the first time in his extremely short life. This sensation was by far the best he’d had and he let out a little burp, pawing at the cats around him gleefully.