Silvernight crept through the dark pine forest. It was moonhigh, and the silver she-cat was heading for the Thunderclan border. When she arrived, she called out softly, "Hello?"
She jumped as a cat came from under a bush, then sighed in relief to see a dark brown tabby tom. Silvernight purred, and pushed her muzzle to his.
"I've missed you Bramblepelt," she whispered lovingly. Bramblepelt purred, and they touched noses.
"Are you going to tell me now what was so important?" he asked, then said teasingly, "Did you just miss my pretty face?" Silvernight hit his shoulder with her tail, smiling.
"Well?" Bramblepelt pressed. Silvernight took a deep breath, then said happily, "I'm having kits!" Bramblepelt stared at his mate for a second, then started purring, twining his tail with hers.
"This is perfect!" he cried, "You're perfect! Our kits will be perfect! I can't wait to meet them!" Silvernight smiled, but then faltered, "But what if your sister finds out?" Bramblepelt frowned, "Flightstar has no clue," he touched his nose to hers, "Don't worry. I will do everything in my power to keep our kits safe."
*Moons later
"Moonkit, Hushkit come back here!" Silvernight called her son and daughter back to her as they walked through the forest on a full moon. The silver kits ran back from where they were "exploring."
"Your father will be here soon," Silvernight said to all her kits. Her other three sons, all brown, Oakkit, Spiderkit, and Rockkit nodded. She glanced across the border again, hoping to see him. She had told him yesterday at the gathering that since the kits were three moons old, she would bring them to meet him. A moment later, Bramblepelt came bounding towards them, touching his nose to hers.
"Bramblepelt, these are our kits," Silvernight said, "Their names are Moonkit, Hushkit, Spiderkit, Oakkit, and Rockkit." Bramblepelt smiled.
"Are you our father?" Rockkit asked shyly, and Bramblepelt nodded.
"Why do you smell funny?" Oakkit asked boldly. Silvernight have Oakkit a disapproving look, but Bramblepelt just laughed.
"Who wants to play miss ball?" he asked, walking over to a tree by the border and took some moss off.
"Give it to me, me!" Moonkit squeaked when he was done making it.
"Me first!" Oakkit batted it away from his father and hit it to Hushkit. Hushkit yowled, pouncing on it. Silvernight smiled, and thought, "This is perfect." And she settled down to watch her kits play with their father.