Breaking the silence, Stonechaser asked “What are you going to name them?”
Briarthorn scoffed, retorting “What else can I name them?” But she felt a twinge of regret for snapping when her friend’s ears twitched. “...This one looks like my mother,” she finally sighed, feeling a dark cloud settling over them now that she had admitted it out loud. It seemed like she was doomed to never be free of Roseclaw's influence.
Stonechaser perked up a bit, meowing cautiously “Do you think it’s a sign…?”
Briarthorn laughed hoarsely. “I think it’s a mistake.”
Stonechaser frowned. “Don’t say that. Even if you- you didn’t plan for them, they’re still your kittens. It’s not their fault.”
Briar mulled over her words, before bringing her tail closer to herself, holding it over the kittens mewing softly at her side protectively. "I guess you're right."
Poor Rosekit… you have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into.
It’s true. These were her kittens. Not the clan's kittens, hers. And they would need all of the help they could get from her.
ticket | Mossmaw | Briarthorn
kitten 1 | Fawn-cream marbled torbie with low white
- [NR] Whiskers, expression, eyelashes, eye shape
[C] Min fur edits, ear tufts
[R] Polydactyly
Congrats on the kibbens! I hope you don't mind that i wrote a little bit of fanfic for you, i'm very invested in the story of these two :3
