Daylight seeped through the ferns, painting patterns across the den floor. Little mews escaped newborn kits and the warm scent of milk filled the air. "They are beautiful," a dark tabby breathed gazing down at the newborn litter. Purring filled the small den as a auburn she-cat gazed fondly at the litter. "Have you decided names yet?" The tabby whispered. "Of course not, you weren't here Barkpelt. I would never choose the names of our kits without you." Barkpelt grunted and inspected the kits. "Do you want to decide the names now?" The auburn tortoiseshell cat meowed pawing the ground, "Is it clan tradition to name the kits immediately after they are born?" Barkpelt shook his head, "We normally decide whenever in the week after they are born, sometimes immediately after sometimes much later. Regardless of what the clan cats do, why should you worry about that Destiny?" The tortoiseshell cat looked down, "I've been thinking, I think the kits should grow up in your clan, they would be happier." Barkpelt angrily paced around, "You know we can't do that, then Thunderclan will know I betray them!" Destiny glared at him. "Thunderclan means more to you than me. Why isn't that a surprise!" Destiny growled. "Well my clan should because I am a warrior!" Barkpelt growled. "Then leave." Destiny sighed, "I don't have time for this, I have kits to care for." The dark tabby paced back and forth then pushed away the ferns and disappeared into the shadows. A little kit mewed and stumbled after the tabby. Destiny put her tail down in front of the kit. "In time we will get our revenge." Destiny growled.