"Farewell Hazel, take care of our kits." Rock collapsed. Hazel yowled when she ran to her mate Rock's dead body. She was pregnant with his kits and now a rouge had killed her mate! She fell as she felt the kits start to come. A little russet colored she-cat came out first. "Bracken." She whispered as another spasm shook her. A little pale gray tabby she-cat was next. "And Briar." The little tabby's gray stripes looked like briars and the russet's pelt looked like bracken. She laid down as the kits started suckling.
