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It was getting a little harder to ignore the fact that he might be dealing with something he'd never deal with fairly soon. Outside of an actual prognosis, he knew himself well enough to recognize what was genuine laziness and what was just being exhausted by other means. He had no energy anymore, he felt tired all of the time and there was a very distinct addition to his weight that was not his own hefty size or long and thick coat. He was going to have kits.
Part of him was afraid, leafbare was around the corner and the clan was already struggling to keep up with prey since the fire had sent a lot of their usual food sources running for cover as well; things had only just gotten back to some degree of normal. More mouths to feed, the cold bite of winter threatening to snatch away the tiny lives he would bring into the world. Sunfreckle felt his heart racing in anxiety over it, he didn't know what to do. A tiny voice told him there had to be a way to get rid of the kits before they were born but a louder voice screamed in protest; he didn't want to. He didn't want to give them up. They were HIS, he wanted them! He was just....afraid. Scared. There was so much going on. He'd never had kits and the timing could not have been worse than it was right now. The entire affair had also put him in a less than cheerful mood, his normally friendly and sunny disposition gone in favor of being morose and quiet; uncertain and a little irritable. When asked he had just told Rabbitnose he felt unwell, but it hurt to lie. He didn't know how to go about even bringing it up.
The red tabby lay in the center of the camp, head on his one front leg and ears flat, perhaps thinking of nicer things than his own gnawing guilt and fear would ease him into a better spot mentally, maybe he could think of names. He wanted nice names, lovely names, names that emphasized how much he'd adore those little scraps of fur when they came into being. Lost in his thoughts, he found himself blurting out the question to the first cat he'd seen wander by, "What would you name kits of yours?" His ears fell back in embarrassment as he realized how forward that was, "I was just...I was just thinking. You know...how do you decide a good name for a kit?"
