Thistle's Decision

Prologue
"Frost...you can do it!" Blaze encouraged, standing a comforting distance from his mate, who was currently giving birth to their first litter.

"I can't...Blaze...it hurts," She meowed out weakly, "I'm not going to make it." She shut her eyes tightly, giving one last attempt to heave out the second and last kit.

"No...no! Look, Frost!" He nuzzled her shoulder urgently, "You did it!"

Frost just looked at him with dull blue eyes and gave her fluffy white-furred head a shake, "I'm not going to make it." She repeated.

Blaze's legs got weak beneath him, and he found himself laying in a small pool of blood beside his mate and his two newboard kits. Frost was right, she wasn't going to make it.

"But...I need you! Our kits...they need you, too!" Blaze's choked up meow was transforming into a pained yowl quickly, but it was already too late. Frost eye's had a cold, glazed look to them already.

His two kits mewled eagerly, pawing at their mother's still warm belly hungrily.

"I'll find you food and keep you safe now, kits." He managed to try and purr out, for the sake of their comfort, "We'll be okay...Thistle and Frost." And with that, he stood up weakly, picking the two kits up easily by there scruffs, and slowly walked off, tail dragging across the dirt.