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Darkflower licked Rowankit’s head. He and his brother, Cedarkit, were sleeping soundly. Their eyes weren’t open, but there was no rush.
They would have moons to be kits.
She purred. These kits would not know what it was to be made to fight too early, would only know the safety of the nursery and harmless kit games for as long as they were under her care.
Darkflower wrapped her tail around them, setting down. “You will know only peace,” she said, even though they would surely fight a battle. “You will know only love,” she said, and it was true.
