It was dark and stormy that night, Duskeye could barely see an inch in front of his two front paws. But, he knew where he was, he was just outside of the nursery with his brother Berrytail, waiting to see his mate Cindersong and his new kits. His dark gray and pale gray fur was completely soaked. He turned his dark amber eyes toward his brother's dark green one's.
"Berrytail, are you absolutely sure that Mixleaves has had enough time for her training? Heatherfeather only recently died and this is her first time conducting a kitting all by herself." His deep voice was fairly quiet and laced with worry. He couldn't imagine raising kits by himself, he'd feel simply terrible!
His brother purred in amusement, he must have enjoyed seeing his littermate so nervous. Berrytail laid his head down in his paws as he flicked his torn ear, "Duskeye, you and I both know that Mixleaves has had more then enough training! Heatherfeather was a wise tom to chose her as an apprentice, you need to stop worrying!"
Duskeye knew he was right, but he couldn't help but feel nervous, his mate was in pain and he wanted to be by her side, he sighed as he looked up into the stormy sky, letting the harsh rain drops his the old scar across his face, "That's true... But, do you think that this storm might have caused any problems with the birth of my kits? It's been raining for nearly two days, the river in our territory's nearly flooded"
Berrytail looked at him with an unamused look, like he had just heard his brother saying that the nursery tales about the murderous Brokenstar were true. He scoffed at he raised his head to face his brother. "Who are you, Woodtail? Stop being so superstitious, Duskeye! Everything is alright with your kits!"
There was silence between the brothers for a moment, nothing but the storm and the rustling from the nursery could be heard. Duskeye lowered his head and turned to the entry of the nursery once he noticed the familiar silver,ginger and brown calico that was his niece Mixleaves. Her bright blue eyes were shimmering with pride and happiness.
"duskeye, come in and welcome your two new kits into the clan", She softly purred as she moved her small body to the side to let him through the entryway of the nursery. She gently pushed past her, searching around the darkened nursery for Cindersong.
He quietly mewed, not wanting to disturb the other nursery queens, "Cindersong...?" he couldn't help but smile hearing his mate's mellifluous purr, "Duskeye, I'm right over here, you silly mousebrain!"
He turned his eyes to his wonderful mate, her ginger-brown fur looked like it was glowing with the small silver speckles on her pelt. Her blue eyes glanced up at him from the kits, "Aren't they just amazing?" She lovingly licked to top of the smaller black, gray and brown tom and nuzzled the tom that looked like a white version of his father. He felt himself begin to tear up as he nuzzles his mate, grinning widely, "Yes, they're out handsome little warriors"
They both looked to they're new kits, completely speechless with the happiness that was welling in their hearts. Cindersong lovingly mewed, "I've already thought of names for them..." she looked lovingly to the black, gray and brown tom "Ravenkit..." and she purred as she looked at her mate's look-alike "And Stormkit"