Talk:The Stream/@comment-4593657-20140714234349/@comment-4593657-20140716091632

Nodding, Moon ate the borage without complaint and partially covered the kits with her tail to try to keep them warm. A figurative fire started to spread within her; she'd do anything to protect her kits from harm. Looking at her kits with tired eyes, she let out a weak, exhausted purr as she closed her eyes.