Icecloud purred, watching Cinderheart's newborn kits squirm on the nest. She held out a paw to lightly push Fernkit back into the nest. Icecloud twitched her ears, "They'll be great warriors, these three!"

Cinderheart nodded, "They're lucky to have Lionblaze as a father." Lionblaze, who was watching his kits, puffed out his chest proudly. Icecloud turned to leave the den as more cats shoved her away to see the new kits. She wished she had her own kits, in fact, she even had a little crush in Mousewhisker, but she wouldn't admit it.

She caught a glance of him talking with Blossomfall, and she glared at her. Blossomfall looked up at her, and she bristled at the look in her eyes. Mock. She huffed and padded toward the stone walls. She walked up the slope to the exit of the camp, listening to the chirps of birds. Their cheerful calls only angered her more, and she took a sharp turn.

She squawked as her paw slipped into a rabbit-hole, making her stumble down the hill. She cursed silently as she collided with a bramble bush. She scrambled out, pushing her way through the undergrowth. She paused when a she heard a twig crack, and spun around.

She nearly jumped up with surprise, it was Mousewhisker. Her ears tingled, and she forgot about the pain from thorns in her pelt. An awkward silence passed between them. Mousewhisker padded forward, "Those must hurt." She stiffened as he plucked the thorns from her fur.

Mousewhisker hesitated, until her meowed, "Do you want me to walk with you?" She nodded, starting to calm down. He padded by her side to the stream that bordered them from ShadowClan.

Mousewhisker turned his head to look at her, "You now that I don't love Blossomfall." He paused for a moment, shuffling his paws, "I love you."

Icecloud was shocked at his sudden confession. She dipped her head to the ground, "I-I love you too. I thought you loved Blossomfall, that you would have kits with her instead."

Mousewhisker looked at her, a purr in his throat, "I wish I could have kits with you."

Icecloud twined her tail with his, "There is always one way, to make it official."

Mousewhisker purred, pushing her down onto the grass with a paw. She squeaked in surprise as her legs fell open to reveal her core. Mousewhisker whispered in her ear, "I love you, Icecloud."

She nuzzled his muzzle, "I do to." She squeaked as his tongue drew across her core, dripping wet with her juices already. She moaned with pleasure as his tongue flitted in, he was licking every inch of her walls. She fidgeted, the pleasure was to great. She bucked, sending him in deeper. His eyes were trained on her core, pleasuring her until her juices sprayed his muzzle.

He helped her up off the ground, and she crouched down, tail waving in the air. Mousewhisker licked her between the ears befire grabbing her scruff in his mouth. He positioned himself by her core, member brushing her folds. He pushed in slowly, causing Icecloud to quietly hiss with pain. He pushed in more slowly, until she got used to it.

He pumped in her, barbs tearing at her walls. She held back a yowl as he broke her barrier, but pleasure soon started mixing in. She moaned, "Oh, Mousewhisker! Go faster!" He did, thrusting in her with all his might. She yowled with intense pleasure, her mind focusing on nothing but it.

She bucked back, sending his member in deeper. It seemed to just hit the right spot. She cried out with pleasure, "Mousewhisker, more!" He hit the same spot again, making her squeak with every thrust. He yowled as he sent his seed deep inside her, and she squirted her juices on his member. He pulled out, panting.

He fell onto his back with Icecloud, and they licked each other clean.

Little did they know, Blossomfall had seen the whole thing, and she was staring at the two lovebirds with betrayal and anger.

Jayfeather was crouching by Icecloud, and the she-cat was yowling with pain. Jayfeather yowled, "Push Icecloud, push!"

Icecloud sighed with relief as her last kit slid out onto the nest. Three she-kits and one tom. He looked exactly like Mousewhisker, who was licking her ears fondly.

Mousewhisker meowed to her, "What should we name them?"

Icecloud meowed, 'They little white she-kit can be Snowkit, and for the tom, How about Volekit?" Mousewhisker purred.

He meowed, "The little gray she-kit with the white paw can be Larkkit, and the last one can be Cloudkit."

Icecloud whispered to her kits, "Welcome to ThunderClan, Snowkit, Volekit, Larkkit, and Cloudkit."