Quotes About Motherhood

There was a pause as Leopardstar strained to take a breath, and Mistyfoot half rose, ready to call for help. Then Leopardstar relaxed again. "I am sorry not to have known the joy of having kits. There was a time when I thought it might happen, but it was not to be." Her words faded away as though she was picturing something she had dreamed of long ago. "Perhaps it was for the best. But I would have been proud to call you my daughter, Mistyfoot.

She woke shivering beneath a light coat of frost, missing the warmth of her kits.

Rowankit was the sweetest of all my kits," Dovewing was saying, her voice hoarse. "While his littermate was eager to play, eager to explore the camp, Rowankit was always content to be snuggled up to my belly." Dovewing blinked. "I know I'll still reach for him in my sleep. I just can't believe he's gone.

Plenty of she-cats have kits and then return to the warriors' den." But do they become Clan leader?

With Daisy, Sorreltail, and Ferncloud all busily licking, the kits soon started to stir, letting out faint, whimpering cries. But Daisy didn't look up until all three revived enough to nuzzle into her belly and start suckling.

His name is Brokenkit," she meowed, her voice faltering. Lizardstripe nodded, stretching out a paw to touch the bend in his tail. That was where every cat would think his name came from. But Yellowfang knew the truth. She named her son for the feeling in her chest as she left him there, as if her heart were cleaving in two, as if her life had broken down the middle.

If a queen started kitting every time some cat upset them, there'd be a lot of unexpected deliveries

This one is for Ferncloud," Dewpaw continued. "She was killed by Brokenstar when she was defending the kits in the nursery. And this is Sorreltail. She hid her wounds because she wanted to take care of the kits, but she died just when we thought we had won. She was the bravest of all.

HEATHERTAIL—light brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes (mother to Breezepelt's kits: Woodkit, a brown she-kit, and Applekit, a yellow tabby she-kit)

Stop!" Fireheart yowled. "You can't harm Bluestar—she's your mother!

kit—and ginger, like the she-cat beside him. The she-cat nodded to her. "I'm Furze," she said, "and this is my kit, Creek.

listening to she-cats moaning on about their sickly kits.

two young ginger-and-white she-cats sharing a thrush a tail-length away. "They're Flurry and Sparrow. Hawk's their mother.

It'll be easier for her to travel with the kits inside her belly than outside," he meowed matter-of-factly.

Looking for something?" As he spoke, Jayfeather leaped to his paws. Two high-pitched squeals bounced around the cave. He listened with satisfaction to the sound of paw steps skittering away. "Mother, that weird cat scared us!" "He's going to eat us!

He's the only tom. Then this is Honeykit and Poppykit." She touched in turn a pale bracken-colored tabby and a tortoiseshell-and-white kit who looked like a tiny copy of Sorreltail. "And this is Cinderkit.

Though Squirrelflight was his mother

Creek, Flurry, and Sparrow darted from the shadows and stood beside their mothers

He stomped around the camp for a quarter moon, grumbling about queens who couldn't tell the difference between birth pains and indigestion.

No!" Speckletail threw her head back and let out a yowl of pure desperation. "My kit! Oh, my kit!

She yelped at a wave of sharp stabbing pain across her belly. She lifted her head and saw a small, slime-covered black shape slither out onto the leaves. Squirrelflight tugged away the transparent sac that covered its head and Leafpool stiffened as a wail pierced the air.

Not that I could be any prouder of him than I am already, as his mother as well as his mentor. With a soft purr of amusement, she went in search of her unruly son.

Her father is a doctor and away from home most of the time just like Dad, and her mother nags a lot but then I guess all mothers do. If they didn't I'd hate to see what homes and yards and even the world would look like. Oh, I do hope I won't have to be a nagging mother, but I guess I'll have to be, else I don't see how anything will ever be accomplished.

Si quiere rechazar la maternidad, ¡qué mejor! Los hijos nos encadenan.