[doghouse]

Abysslight lay on her side in a nest. The queen's head was bowed in grief. Two of her kits had died just heartbeats after they were born. Though she'd named them both. She still had two. A small black smoke molly, and a dark brown tom with a lighter chest. She curled tightly around her kits, purring happily. Abysslight watched them suckle, their paws needing her belly to help the milk flow. She realized that she had yet to name her two surviving kits. She studied the silver and black bundle of kit fluff, and was reminded of ice covered in shadows. Cold ice. "Sheerkit." She decided for the molly. "And... Nutkit." She murmured for the tom. bending down to give her kits a thorough washing with her tongue. Sheerkit let out a muffled squeak, squirming under the gentle rasp of Abysslight's tongue. Abysslight purred, resting her muzzle across the small kits' backs, closing her eyes and drinking in their milky scent. She soon fell asleep, curled protectively around the dark bundles of fur.