SORRELTAIL

I break the news to Leafpool that I'm expecting kits. I am so excited! Leafpool congratulates me, not jealous at all that she can never experience the joys of having a mate and kits. That's one of the reasons I like her so much.

I think Brackenfur has guessed that I'm having his kits. He's taking more care of me, making me relax when I'm hunting and patrolling.

I'm glad I chose Brackenfur to be my mate. I know he'll make a great father.

I decide to tell him that I'm expecting his kits. He tells me that he knows, then intertwines his tail with mine and licks me fondly.

I love Brackenfur so much.

I can't wait to have his kits.

BRACKENFUR

I can't help but love her. Even if she is younger then me by many moons. I was a warrior before she was born. Yet I love her.

And she loves me.

What I'm feeling is so new to me. But I thank StarClan every day for letting me be her mate. I'll make sure I'm worthy enough of her.

Our kits nestle up against her belly. She was so brave, giving birth to them in the middle of he badger attack. And afterwards, she put aside her sorrow for Cinderpelt and Sootfur to look after them.

Poppykit looks exactly like her, while Honeykit looks a little like me. Molekit, the only tom, already has the makings of a fine warrior. Surprisingly, Cinderkit looks just like my sister, Cinderpelt. Leafpool certainly seems to think so, and clearly loves the small she-cat.

My heart fills with pride as the kits snuggle between us. Sorreltail blinks at me with pleasure in her eyes.

I am so thankful that Sorreltail is my mate.