Firehawk gasped as the last small bundle of fur tumbled onto the ground.
"What shall I name you?" she purred.
The firstborn kit, a cream tom, ran around madly, bumping into trees and tumbling over.
"I shall name you Crazykit." Firehawk chuckled, picking up the tom by the scruff and laying him next to his littermates.
A small gray tabby she-cat opened her eyes. The starlight shone off of them, making them shine like the moonpool.
"I shall name you Starkit." Firehawk purred. Starkit let our a mew of pleasure.
the third born kit, a black tom, yolwed angrily, his cry sounding like a cawing bird.
"I shall name you Ravenkit, after your strong yowl." Firehawk continued.
The last born kit, a small white tabby tom, shyly crawled to Firehawk.
"I shall name you Flashkit." Firehawk whispered.
"Firehawk, they're beautiful." whispered her sister Sophie.
"Beautiful, but forbidden. And half-clan. Oh Sophie, what am I going to do?" Firehawk wailed.
Flashkit crawled over to Sophie. "Mama!" he squeaked. The other three began to mewl to Sophie as if she was their mother. That gave Firehawk an idea!
"Sophie! YOU can be their mother!" Firehawk cried.
"What? That's crazy!" screeched Sophie.
"Bracket will agree! He's a very sensible cat, trust me! He will be the father! Please!" Firehawk begged.
Sophie sighed, regret dancing in her blue eyes. "Very well, Firehawk. I will be their mother."
"Oh, thank you!" exclaimed Firehawk. "You don't know how much this means to me!"
Sophie dipped her head. "You are my sister."