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"Your welcome." Thornclaw mumbled through a mouthful of the kits fur.
As the warriors trekked back towards StreamClan, Silverstream began limping, her eyes glazed with pain as the wound on her belly stretched with each step. Wordlessly, her mate, Rainwhisker padded close to her and let her lean on him as they walked.
Ravenclaw was also laboring, but refused to let Ryewhisker help him walk. Willowpaw padded anxiously beside him.
The kits were silent.