"It's okay, Bagerstripe, you can go in and see you kits."
Badgerstripe stepped in gently, careful not to upset his newborns. His mate was still awake, but she looked about to fall asleep. Four tiny kits were nursing quietly at her pale golden belly. Badgerstripe smiled at his mate.
"Congratulations, Honeyflower." He mewed. "Do they have names?"
"Not yet," she yawned. "But Maplefur suggested we name this she kit-" she tapped the little pale golden kit in the head, "- Sweetkit. I really like it. What do you think?"
Honeyflower looked up at her big mate. He couldn't tell her no. He liked the name, and he could never say no to his mate. She smiled when he nodded in agreement. She loved him, greatly.
She watched his eyes sweep over his other three kits, searching for a name.
"How about Applekit for the little she kit beside her?" He suggested as he noticed there was only one tom.
"That's lovely." Honeyflower said. "And I'd like Sunkit for this one." She gestured to the last sister, and looked at her only son. He looked just like his father, only tinier, and probably wouldn't be getting anywhere near his size. His fur was short and had the black and white stripes his father had.
"You pick."
"Tinykit." Badgerstripe mewed. He already felt like he preferred his daughter more.
"What?" Honeyflower looked in shock. "We are not calling him Tinykit!"
"What? Why not?"
"It's an insult, Badgerstripe! And it's, it's just a bad name!"
"Bad name?" Badgerstripe groaned. "How is it a bad name? It's just as good as Sweet or Apple or Sun, Honeyflower!"
"How would you like to be called Tiny?"
"It'd be misleading now, wouldn't it?" Badgerstripe sighed. He loved his mate, but sometimes she was just so picky and so absurd.
"Pick a different name, Badgerstripe!"
"Okay okay!" He hissed. What was wrong with his chosen name? It wasn't like he was trying to be cruel, but what other name could he give the damned kit?
"Frogkit." He mewed. Honeyflower looked at him with a glare. It was a better name, but not by much. Her mate flicked his tail over her nose and padded away. It was as if he didn't care for his only son. Like he didn't think anything good could come of the poor thing. Honeyflower hated Badgerstripe sometimes. He should have known better. This was a delicate time in Honeyflowers life. Couldn't he just be happy for her?
"It'll be okay kitten." Honeyflower mewed to the poorly named kit. "Great things don't have to be big."
I quick intro to a story idea i've got buzzing violently in my head. Review and let me know what your think! I don't own warriors! If enough intrest is shown, I'll put up an quick allegiances page!