Dovewing took her two kit's out of the camp, and they tumbled around, batting each others ears. They thought it was a game. Dovewing pressed into the shadow of the trees.
"Come on kits, were going to meet your father!" Dovewing picked up the kits by their scruff and took off towards the edge of Shadowclan territory. She could make out Tigerhearts figure as she scrambled towards the border.

"Are you sure they will be okay?" Dovewing asked urgently, the two kits dangling from her jaws. Tigerheart nodded, his eyes filling with emotion. He licked her cheek, and took the kits by the scruff. Dovewing had named the silver tabby, Mistkit.

"You can name the other one." Dovewing offered, her tail drooping.

"I will," Tigerheart said and glanced at the dark grey tabby with the white underbelly and paws, and added "Wolfkit." Dovewing nodded quickly, straining her incredible senses.

"A patrol's coming! Go and raise them well!" Dovewing trembled with sadness as she saw Tigerheart disappear into the pine trees. She turned sadly, tail drooping and returned to camp before the dawn patrol found her.