A distressed tom is padding outside the den, his face frowning with worry, it has been taking a rather long time. He hears crying and a bustling medicine cat exits.
"you may enter..." she mutters solemnly. Now the tom is exceedingly more worried as he enters swiftly, his tail trailing behind him, lashing. He sees three tiny bodies, the stunning she cat is weeping.
"Rosepelt, what's wrong?" the tom asks, concered. he licks her forehead to comfort her.
"Sparrowclaw, two of them are dead..." she mutters and lets out a wail of grief. Sparrowclaw resorts to taking the bodies and burying them, two boys. He then pads back, aware of every sound in the pine forest. He catches a ferret on the way back and gives it to the distressed queen.
"Ferretkit." mutters the mother as she is eating her meal.
"our daughter is to be named Ferretkit" she adds
"beautiful..." Sparrowclaw mutters, staring at his dark brown daughter.