They were perfect. The most beautiful kits that I have ever seen. Whenever I saw them, all I could do was purr, and let the pride well up inside me. Yet how could I show my love? They were forbidden kits, breaking not just one code but two. How could I raise my precious kits, when I was breaking two codes by even giving birth to them?
When I had them, it tore my heart to think that I couldn't be a mother to them. But it was impossible for me to be; I'm sure that Squirrelflight was a better mother. Though I wouldn't know; all I could do for my kits was watch them from my den and pretend that they were like any other kit. But they weren't; they were mine. Even their father didn't know who they were, and it broke my heart to think that he couldn't even help name them, and that the only time that he would ever see them was at gatherings.
What would happen if he hurt one in a battle? Or even killed one? The very thought makes me just want to wilt. Even worse, what if one of them kills their father? Why did I let myself bring these kits into the world, though?
No. These kits are my flesh and blood. I can love them, can't I? Even now, as I look across the clearing at them, I know that I couldn't be prouder than I am.
They're perfect. And they're mine.