Yay! Whisperkit and Smallkit have gotten new names! And now you know who Smallkit will be! Yay spoilers!

But seriously speaking, the trouble is yet to come. There are worse things than abusive mothers, you know!

Anyways, enjoy!


"Ow! Moonkit, geroff! I wanna see the new siblings!"

"No, I wanna see 'em first! Ow, Ivykit! That was my tail!"

"Sorry, Gorsekit, but I need to get a good view!"

"Hey, no pushing!"

Without even asking, Whisperkit knew this was the nursury. The clamor from inside was undenyably kittish, even if she had never seen another kit. Whisperkit swiveled her ears forward to hear every word her new brothers and sisters were saying as her adopted mother led her and Smallkit to the nursury.

"Smallkit, do you think they'll be fun?" she asked him eagerly.

But his only reply was, "We'll see."

Whisperkit bounded past her mother to see them as soon as she could. Immediately she was leaped on by four tiny mounds of fur, tiny voices coming from all around. "Get... off!" she managed to spit.

At once the weight was lifted off of her, and Whisperkit glanced up to see four little kits, bigger than her, but somehow, younger. Two toms, two she-cats.

"Is it true you were a rouge?"

"Did your Mommy really hate you?"

"Don't worry, ours is better."

"Where's our new brother?"

That was when Waterstone padded in, Smallkit trailing closely behind. "Settle down, you four," she purred. "One at a time." She turned to Whisperkit and Smallkit. "They are only two moons old. You are one moon older, but you two are so small, you must look like newborns to them."

Whisperkit nodded. She'd known they were younger, of course.

The kits began to speak again, this time in a more orderly fashion. "I'm Gorsekit," the biggest tom, a light brown tabby introduced himself.

"My name is Ivykit," his tortoiseshell sister murmured excitedly. She stared out with beautiful yellow eyes.

A beautiful blue one, looking just like her mother, stepped out. "I am Moonkit," she stated sharply.

The last one, a shy white tom with dark gray stripes, mewed, "I'm Whitekit."

Waterstone turned to her four little kits and meowed, "Very good! Very polite. These are Smallkit and Whisperkit, your new brother and sister."

The kits bounced around excitedly. At once they were shouting more and more questions, so many it made Whisperkit's head dizzy, until thier mother silenced them with a flick of her tail. "Now, darlings, these two need to rest. Whitekit, could you please show them which nest is ours?"

That was when Whisperkit first took in her surroundings. The nursury was made up of a small cover of brambles, twigs and sticks weaved into the thorns to keep the wind out. It also kept the sun out, making the nursury very dim in lighting. There were several large nests made up of moss and leaves. They all seemed so warm and inviting...

"This one is ours," Whitekit mewed, pointing with his tail to one in the back. Immediately Smallkit led his sister to it. Sleep took them both nearly instantly.

Her last thoughts as Whisperkit was drawn into sleep were of her new Mommy, new brothers, new sisters...

I'm part of a family! she thought silently, before closeing her eyes.