Perchclaw purred, eyes closed in bliss as he lifted his chin, allowing Vireosong better access as his mate groomed his fur.
Perchclaw jumped, almost knocking Vireosong’s muzzle. He sighed when he saw Drizzlestare hurrying toward them. “Why are my sisters always interrupting my alone time with you?” But when he looked from his mate and back to Drizzlestare, his eyes rounded in concern. Did she look distraught?
“Perchclaw! It’s awful!” Drizzlestare gasped, voice stretched in a throat-tearing wail.
Perchclaw scrambled to his feet. “What’s going on? What’s happened?” His mind raced to think of what could have Drizzlestare so distressed, but it was going too fast, he was panicking too much, and his mind was nothing short of a bee-brained Clan of cats tumbling over their own paws as they tried to form a coherent thought for him.
But when his sister spoke, Perchclaw’s mind froze completely. “Momma’s kits! They’re too early, and they’re sick–Stars, they’re so sick…one kit…one kit already…”
Perchclaw’s heart dropped down to the pit of his stomach. He had seen cats here die before, the horrible melting of their skin and organs until there was nothing but bones. To think that that had happened to his kit brother or sister, and that it could happen again… “How sick are they? Never mind that,” he shook his head, “what do they need?”
Drizzlestare shrugged, eyes wide. “I-I don’t know. I just thought you would want to see them before they, you know if they–Waspbeak’s getting Stonefern and Magpieshine, and Willowcloud’s getting Falleniris and–”
Perchclaw faced Vireosong. “Can you see what herbs or bedding you can find?” He would do it himself, but he wanted to see those kits as soon as possible. As well, he wanted to see Hootpetal and offer his adoptive mother–his true mother–what comfort he could. What if she was sick too?
Vireosong dipped his head. "With great care, they will be found.”
“Thank you,” Perchclaw gasped. He took a quick moment to nuzzle his mate.
“When the gifts have been delivered, this one will be found in the home made together, where cries and laughter have been shared. A shoulder will be giving, and the fur will welcome tears.”
Perchclaw smiled sadly at him. Then without another word, he ran as fast as he could toward the Eye-Out Thorns.