Willow- a pretty dark gray she-cat with white speckles across her muzzle and dark green eyes Has sleekly and smooth pelt.

Newt- auburn tom with darker stripe along his spine, white paws, and yellow eyes. Wears a blue collar with tag and has a fluffy/scruffy pelt.

Oak- auburn tom-kit with darker stripe came from his forehead to the his head, stopping at its white tip. He has a paler muzzle and underbelly, having white paws. He has green eyes. Smooth pelt.

Wolf- scruffy dark gray tom-kit with big ears with a tuft of hair at the tip, long fluffy tail, and yellow eyes.

"Willow...is something wrong...? You look tired..." Willow looked at her mate, Newt with a hint of happiness in her eyes.

"It's noting wrong...something wonderful actually..." Willow said "I'm expecting kits, Newt...your kits...", the male kittypet stared at the female stray with widen eyes. He was perfectly still as Fern's happiness slowly faded with fear. "Newt? Are you okay?", then, a loud purr came out of Newt as he exclaimed:

"Okay? I'm great!" Newt started licking his mate's face happily. "I'm so happy...my kits...our kits!", Willow purred in amusement as she watched The auburn tom yowl in excitement.

"I'm glad..." Willow said. "The kits should be coming soon.."

"Do you need to go the vet for it?" Newt said, looking at his twoleg den. "I can make sure my twolegs know you!"

"I don't know...if it'll be easier for me and our kits then I won't mind..." Willow said, shrugging. Newt pressed himself against his white-speckled mate. "Maybe they'll take you in..." Newt whispered. "We could be a family", Willow purred but was unsure, she was rejected by twolegs and pretty much lived her life as a loner. Would Newt's kits really take her in? If she was expecting his kits, they might. Willow sighed, leaning against her mate's shoulder with her eyes closed. Everything was perfect.

(Moons later)

"They're beautiful!" Newt purred at the sight of kits suckling their mother's milk. Willow purred, happy but exhausted; she was expecting too early and couldn't make it out of the woods to Newt's twolegs. Luckily, a few kittypets that knew Newt saw this and alerted him immediately. By the time he came and with the help from one of the kittypets, Willow gave birth to two healthy toms. Newt gently brushed his muzzle against Willow's fur as they both purred.

"Shall we name them?" Willow asked.

"Of course!" Newt answered before looking at his son. One had a scruffy dark gray with a long tail while the other one has a auburn pelt with white paws and tailtip.

"He looks just like to you..." Willow gently brushed the tip of her tail against the auburn kit, who had a darker stripe, white paws, and paler underbelly. He looked like Newt expect Newt was scruffy like the dark gray one while the auburn was sleek and smooth like his mother. Newt stared at the kit with glee before looking at the other one.

"That one has your pelt color" Newt said, looking at the dark gray one. "With his tail, he reminds me of a wolf"

"Since have you seen a wolf?" Willow playful swiped her mate. Newt purred with laughter.

"I've seen one on one of those magical boxes that my two legs have" Newt explained. Willow tilted her head at him in confusion before shrugging and saying:

"Wolf it is" Willow chuckled before looking at her first born. He was suckling before letting out a large squeal and stretched then snuggled close to his mother's soft pelt.

"Loud mouth, isn't he?" Newt asked before looking at Willow. "Like some cat I know", Willow growled in laughter before hitting the auburn tom with her tail.

"I wanna name him Oak" Willow confessed.

"Oak? Why?" Newt asked curiously.

"The name just suits him in a way..." Willow said.

"Well then...Oak and Wolf...perfect names for the perfects kits who has the perfect mother and a brilliant father!" Newt held his head high in pride, Willow rolled her eyes before pushing the humorous tom away with her hind leg.

"Hey!" And with that Willow yowled in laughter before sighing and resting her head, looking at her kits.

"Yes..." her voice echoed through her head. "Everything is perfect..."

It's been a few days since Oak and Wolf were born; they were soon due to open their eyes. Speaking of which, the two kits were asleep in the damaged box while Willow was sitting outside, eating her catch. She was waiting for Newt like she usually does but he hasn't come; which was weird because the sun was starting to set, that's when he comes. Willow sighed quietly before looking at her kits.

Next thing she knew, she was carrying her kits towards the twoleg place. She decided that it would be easier if she either lived closer or find a twoleg to care for her. Her newborn kits howled and yelped in shocked as their mother jumped off the wooden fence and made her way towards their father's place. Once she got there, she wasn't expecting this. Newt's twolegs were comforting their kits, who were crying while talking to a new twoleg.

"W-what's going on?" She wondered, gently placing her kits in a nearby bush and slowly crept to get a closer look. She noticed the twolegs looking at a monster which was asleep. Willow tilted her head and got closer and closer. Once she did, she immediately regretted it for there was a lifeless cat body laying behind the monster: their blood skidded across the monster's path and on the monster's pitch black paw. Right when she saw it, she heard nothing but her heartbeating and everything seem to be going in slow motion for the cat that was laying dead on the monster's path, staring her way with such empty eyes, was Newt.

A dead mouse covered in blood was halfway in his mouth, showing that he was hunting for her. He always wanted to impress his wild mate by hunting. Willow's ears flatten down, her pupils shrunken and her legs wobbled. She slowly lowered her head, closing her eyes and whimpered. It started to rain as she stood there shaking violently but she didn't care. Memories of her and Newt kept flashing in her head from the first time they met to the time they playfully chased each other to the time where they were naming Oak and Wolf. Finally, after not moving a muscle: she swung her head upward towards the sky and screamed, her voice echoing:

"NEWT!"

"Mommy!" Willow snapped her eyes open and yanked her head up, gasping and looking around. She was in a hollow tree, it was nighttime, and it was sprinkling. She looked to her side to see Oak staring at her with his dark green eyes sitting next to a curled up and scared Wolf, who was looking at her with his yellow eyes.

"O-Oak, Wolf. I'm sorry, little ones. Did mommy wake you?" Willow lowered her head towards her sons. Wolf let out a tiny whimper, which usually means yes while Oak didn't answer. Instead, he asked a questioned.

"Were you dreaming about Daddy, again?" He tilted his head, his eyes full of concern. Wolf perked his big ears once his older brother mentioned their father. Willow looked away with her ears flatten down in sadness.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Willow whispered. It's been moons since Newt's death and Willow is still struggling to move on. How could she? That was the only tom she loved and now he's gone. Oak and Wolf grew slightly. Oak's pelt developed too; he's still auburn but with the much more noticeable darker stripe came from his forehead to the his head, stopping at its white tip. He has a paler muzzle and underbelly, still having white paws. He has green eyes like Willow while Wolf's ears and tail got fluffier and bigger, his ears have a tuft of fur at his ear-tips, his pelt got darker, having his father's yellow eyes. Willow stared at her beloved kits and sighed, wrapping her tail lovingly around them. After losing Newt, they're all she has left. Her kits didn't lay down for they watched her rest her head down, sighing again. Wolf stared at her, seemingly wanting to say something because he was scared. However, after telling himself that he can ask his mother anything. He spoke.

"Mommy..." Wolf spoke in a soft whisper.

"Yes...my little Wolf.." Willow looked at her younger son.

"I-Is...Daddy dead...b-because of us...?" Wolf shuttered. Willow stared at him in shock, not expecting that but it cause something to snap inside the pale gray she-cat. Without second thought, she sat up and hissed.

"Don't assume that! It's not our fault!" A growl echoed from her throat and her pelt fluffed up in anger. "It's the carelessness of the twolegs! Those monsters took your father from us! He would be here with us if he left them! So don't you dare believe it was us! Not you, not your brother, not me! Those cruel twolegs and their monsters!", Willow wiped her tail around angrily, digging her claws in the ground in anger and stared at ground in hatred for the twolegs. Suddenly, she remembered who she was talking to and quickly looked down. Wolf was curled in a ball, whimpering loudly while Oak was crouching in front of him, his fur fluffed in fear and shock. Willow stared at her kits in guilt and shock before whimpering herself, collapsing.

She covered her muzzle with her front paws and just laid there. It was quiet before she heard the pitter patter of her kits' paws. She slowly opened her eyes to see them standing in front of her, staring at her with widen eyes. Before she could again, they walked up and rubbed themselves against her face; purring comfortingly and licking her fur. She sat there shock as they continued to show love and comfort to their grieving mother. She slowly narrowed her eyes softly before she let out a relief purr.

"I'm so happy to have kits like you!" Willow exclaimed happily and sadly, using for her front paws to hold her kits close. They both sighed in relief that the she-cat being happy.

"And we're happy to have a mother like you!" Oak purred.

"Yeah..." Wolf whispered. "There's no mother like you...", Willow cuddled closer to her kits and soon, they were snuggled together sleeping. Willow stared at them with a lovingly glance, which is replaced by guilt for snapping at them. She has never done that before, her kits were so well-behaved. Oak was adventurous and curious while Wolf was timid and quiet but it didn't matter, they would both listen to her. Willow took in a deep breath before letting it out and looked at the stars.

"Oh, Newt. You would've been proud of your kits. They have your kind heart and the constant need to help others...I wish you're still here...with us..." Willow whispered quietly before lowering her head and closing her eyes.