#amaranthkit

Top left: Amaranthkit

Top right: Raspberrykit

Bottom left: Rosewoodkit

Bottom right: Poppykit

The FadingFlea hypokits! Lotsa brown kitties <3

The water slipped above his head, the mud choking him and dragging his fur down. 

He struggled to stay afloat, and desperately yowled for help before diving back into the suffocating mud. 

FleaThistle couldn’t lose his child. 

His claws searched wildly for anything in the water, scraping against rocks and tearing at the nails. 

He felt something, finally, and sank his claws into the soft flesh. He pulled up, grasping the kit in his mouth as he struggled out of the water, every step a gamble on wether the mud would drag him back into the cold embrace. 

FleaThistle swayed on his paws, the limp kit grasped in his mouth, and his head grew dizzy. No, no, he couldn’t pass out before he helped the kit.. 

He couldn’t. 

Pain flashed through his shoulder. 

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Who do you think the kit was? 

FleaThistle gazed down at the small kittens nestled at IvySpots’ belly. 

The smell was rancid, stinging his nose. He pursed his lips, saying his goodbyes to the two mollies before leaving the queens den. 

On his way back home, his head kept spinning. Why didn’t his kits have that smell? Why weren’t they skeletal? 

Well, PoppyKit is a bit small, but that’s about it. Was something wrong with their kits. 

He jumped over a small pothole in the dirt, and looped around the garden on his way back to his own den. 

Lost in thought, FleaThistle’s paws lead him to the border of starclan. They were unable to step over the border unless you get were at the tunnel. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a flash of orange behind a bush in starclan. 

Small stars drifted up from the orange pelt, fading into the pale purple blue sky. The blue star grass swayed softly in the fields, and FleaThistle wondered what it was like over there. 

He continued walking, and flinched when a cat jumped out of the bush. 

“FleaThistle! Finally!” The unfamiliar—wait, no. He recognized that voice, that pelt. 

Images of potholes filled with organs flashed through his mind, and he shook his head as his heart sped up, beating so hard he could have sworn he was on the thunder path. 

LilyDawn stepped up to the border, close enough they could touch noses if the border wasn’t there. 

“Lily? I’m… I’m so sorry for what I did..” FleaThistle’s eyes watered, and he swallowed before resting his tail on his paws as he dug at the ground. 

“Hey, It’s okay, I’m sorry too. Don’t cry,” She smiled warmly at him, her own eyes tearing. “I missed you,” 

FleaThistle nodded, head feeling light. 

Amongst the sparkling fields behind her, a few cats stood at the top of the hill. 

They shouted something down to LilyDawn, but was carried away by the wind. Even though they couldn’t hear, she grimaced. 

“I have to go, but I missed you, 

“Oh! I almost forgot! How are the kits? I put a small blessing on them, so they shouldn’t be sickly—“ 

“You what?” FleaThistle’s lower lip trembled as his mouth fell open, but LilyDawn didn’t seem to notice. 

“—but anyway, I hope we can speak soon! Sorry, my moms calling me, bye Fleaball!”  

She jumped away, running up the hills.

His eyes glistened as his mind spun, and his paws carried himself back to his den, ducking under the Spanish moss combing through his fur. 

FleaThistle paused in the doorway, seeing his mate curled up around their week old kits. 

So small, so innocent, so… normal. Alive, almost. Did LilyDawn do that? She had always been startouched, but the idea that she could—would—do something like this after what he did to her. 

Fox breath against his neck, the lily petals and ginger fur in his paws. The blood trails surrounding him, the metallic scent filling his nose.  

He took a few deeps breaths, walking over with numb and sore paws as he curled up around his family. 

Whatever LilyDawn had done, she’d kept his kits safe, and he would be forever grateful for that. 

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Basically, LilyDawn was a medince apprentice and had a good connection to starclan. When she found out FadingStar and FleaThistle were having kits, she put a blessing on them so that the kits would be like how they appear in life. 

LilyDawn is one of FleaThistle’s victims! He was killed by a fox shortly after he mercy killed her. 

AmaranthKit, PoppyKit, RaspberryKit and RosewoodKit are co-created by myself and @liberhoe 

IvySpots belongs to @ambitiousauthor 

FleaThistle and LilyDawn belong to myself. 

AmaranthTuft - named after her spiky tufts of fur 

RaspberryThorn - named after the plant and because he constantly gets thorns stuck in his pelt while gardening 

FishDrop - named for his inability (but love for) catching the skeleton fish in the river 

TawnyTrot - named for her speed and the pep in her step despite what she’s been through 

RosewoodSpring - named because FleaThistle tells her stories of the seasons and spring is her favourite. 

PoppyPerch - named for perching in tall trees, to FleaThistle’s concern. GremlinFrost taught her how. 

I mean I’d love it if they had the kits but I’ll leave it up to @liberhoe