Hey, wrote another JayXMoon fic, I hope all you readers and reviewers enjoy it! I do not own warriors.
I feel them stirring inside me, little lives waiting to be brought into the world. I'm due to start kitting at claw moon, which mean they could come anytime. His sister Dove's Wing keeps me company in the kitting den. She is the only one in our tribe that misses him as much as I do. Every other cat calls him a traitor, and hates him for abandoning us again, if only I knew then that I was having his kits…. Maybe he would have stayed; maybe his destiny could have been halted, just long enough so he could see our kits.
I'll bet they will be beautiful, how can they not with him as their father. There's not a day that goes by without me thinking of him, his gray tabby pelt, and his pale blue eyes. I wish he hadn't left…. I know it wasn't his choice. It was the choice of cats that had lived long before us, and I hate them for it.
I feel a sharp pang in my belly, and it hits me… It's time. I call for Dove's Wing as terror raked my body. I didn't know it would be this painful. I feel Dove's Wing concern for me as if it were my own. Then I hear his voice.
"I'm sorry had to leave, it's not my destiny to stay there with you, it's your time now, to lead your tribe and keep them safe…Stoneteller."
I feel the first one coming… oh If only he was here, he knew so much about herbs….
I feel the first kit release from my body. A little tom. The second one started to come, the pain was still there but not as horrible as the before.
This one must be smaller… I thought to myself as I felt it trying to fight its way into the world. It came. A small she kit. Then the third and last one came, a tiny little thing, she was much smaller than her brother and sister, but as she wailed I knew she was a fighter.
"If we had kits together think how brave they would be"
Those were words I told him after we fought off the eagle. I gaze down at the three little balls of fluff at my belly now. It is time to name them.
I lay the tip off my tail on the tom, a white kit, with gray paws, chest, ears, and tail tip.
"Cloud's Storm" I mew before turning to look at Dove's Wing who nods her head in approval. I then lay my tail on the oldest she kit, a dark grey kit with a black chest.
"Wolf's Heart" I sigh before turning to the smallest of the three. A tiny white she kit with gray tabby patches.
"Jay's Sky"
Should I continue, or leave it as a one shot?
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