Chapter Seven: Kits

Later on in the first day, Mosspelt came into the medicine den. Mothwing turned to see her. "Hello, Mosspelt. What's bothering you?"

"I think I'll be kitting..." She cut herself off with a yowl of pain. Skysong winced.

"Alright, lay down here."

Mothwing gave Mosspelt some herbs to help her in kitting. Skysong had to look away when she started kitting, and the den was filled with moans and mews.

Reedwhisker came over to help Mothwing. He began to lick the kits while Mothwing gave Mosspelt an herb for more milk.

Skysong admired how Reedwhisker cared for the kits. He would be a good father... Wait! What am I thinking!? We need to wait a long time before we... Do that.

Mothwing said, "Okay, Mosspelt, come meet your kits."

Mosspelt brought her three kits closer to her for suckling, and her eyes shone with happiness.

Then her mate, Beetlewhisker, came in and helped her name the kits.

"The tom should be Rainkit."

Mosspelt nodded. "The gray she-cat should be Graykit, and the white she-cat should be Lightkit."

The two purred as they nuzzled each other, and Mosspelt fell asleep, clearly exhausted. Skysong admired the look of a family. Reedwhisker and I will live happily together, no matter what.

Skysong knew that it was probably not a good time yet to be thinking about Reedwhisker like that, but she loved him. What was the harm?

She hoped that she could get better by the time the full moon came around in the next few days. Skysong was anxious to know what Mistystar would say to Blackstar about the border.

Skysong drifted off to sleep somehow, having the kits' whining in her ear.

It was dawn, and as soon as Skysong woke up, she felt much better. The next day would be the gathering, and Skysong hoped she would come.

That day, Mothwing told the four injured cats they could do daily tasks, but they should be careful.

Skysong knew she would be bored staying in camp all day, so she went to hunt.

Reedwhisker joined her, and later at sunhigh they brought back lots of prey for Riverclan.

Skysong, Reedwhisker, and Rushwater sat together eating prey and talking about how Shadowclan were fish-brained. Skysong laughed along with their jokes, but the tiniest poke of uncertainty bothered her. She put it out of her mind. Nothing could be wrong, surely.

I'm sorry I gave you guys a short one this time. Its ending is also really bad. Because I didn't update yesterday, I will post another today. Thanks for reading!