This one is a little longer than the others and this was actually part of a oneshot that I never finished. So I just revised this and decided to put it up on here! Hope you enjoy!

The night sky was fading overhead, the bright specks of Silverpelt disappearing into the cloak of darkness, and a dark gray tom slid into the shelter of the hollowed out carved into a rock face, guarded by a bramble barrier. A wad of soaked moss hung from his mouth. He glanced back over his shoulder before disappearing into the den, peering at the line of forestry that made the fur along his spine prickle warily. He stopped, however, mid-entrance.

Inside, his gaze caught the figure a light brown tabby she-cat lay burrowed in a nest of bracken and bird feathers. She lifted her head off of her paws as he entered, gazing wearily up at him through tired amber eyes. She beckoned him closer with a flick of her tail. "Come closer, Crowfeather," she purred affectionately, her eyes glowing in the half-light, "They won't bite you— at least not yet anyway."

The gray tom crept forward slowly, gingerly setting the moss down next to his mate's muzzle. He pricked his ears as a high-pitched mewl sounded from inside the depths of lining of the nest. Flattening his belly to the ground, he crouched down and scrutinized the three small bundles that lay side-by-side in the nest. They all suckled from their mother's belly, kneading their tiny paws against her soft, white belly fur. Crowfeather's eyes lit up as he caught sight of them and a deep purr rumbled in his throat, his curious gaze softening as he stared down at his children.

"Leafpool," he breathed, shifting his eyes to the light brown tabby, "They're beautiful." He stretched his muzzle forward and washed her face with loving licks. Pulling away from her, he then sniffed each kit in turn tentatively.

Crowfeather recoiled as one of the kits, a golden tom with darker tabby stripes, struck his nose with a swat. Leafpool's whiskers twitched in amusement as Crowfeather sneezed at the contact. Leafpool stroked her son with the tip of her lightly striped tail, "He's a warrior already."

At that, the two exchanged sorrowful glanced, remembering their Clans back at the lake territory, where they will never return now that the kits had been born. It had been almost four moons since they had left and neither Leafpool nor Crowfeather felt regret for their previous actions, only sadness at the realization that they would never be able to return to their kin.

Giving her head a slight shake, Leafpool returned her attention to her kits. "What should we name them?" she asked quietly. Crowfeather blinked to rid himself of his WindClan memories and his gaze flickered to his kits.

"How about Ashkit for the gray tabby?" Crowfeather suggested. "After my mother," he explained. Leafpool nodded and she pressed her muzzle comfortingly against his forepaw, sensing his grief.

"Of course," Leafpool whispered, her breath barely stirring the fur on his limb. She lifted her head away and looked back down at her kits, marveling the sleek black pelt of her daughter. Her delicate frame reminded Leafpool instantly of the fragile herbs back in Cinderpelt's den in the ThunderClan camp. "We can name her Poppykit," Leafpool meowed, referring to the black poppy seeds that help cats to sleep easier.

"Perfect," Crowfeather murmured and turned his eyes to the last kit. His little warrior. The strong shoulders and large limbs reminded Crowfeather of his kit's ThunderClan lineage. "Thunderkit," he purred and lapped at the pelts of each of his children. Everything was perfect in that moment and he wouldn't have it any other way.

This is my second chapter about kits, and I apologize if this isn't as appealing to some as it is to me. (I personally think that these kits are so cute). I decided to name them differently, because in the original idea by Erin Hunter it was Leafpool and Squirrelflight who had picked out their names (at least that is what I'm assuming) and here it is Crowfeather and Leafpool who have picked out their names.

By the way, back to the name of this chapter, I was thinking of the song Blessed by Martina McBride.

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