WindClan was staying on their toes, prepared for whatever fight RiverClan had to give them. Deadtail and Mossear were spending longer time together then they had before, both fearful of what fate may become the other. One day, Deadtail walked up to her, Shadepaw by his side. Deadtail looked a little awkward, as if worried of what she might say to him. Shadepaw spoke up.
"Mossear,
when were you planning on telling us about the kits?" Mossear
nearly jumped out of her fur.
"About the WHAT?" She yowled.
"Kits . . ." Deadtail muttered.
"Who's kits?" She looked fearful and freaked out, still not having completely accepted it.
"Deadtail's,
we think. There isn't another male cat that you've spent extended
amounts of time with." Mossear began looking at her stomach.
"I'm
stuck in the nursery, I can't fight, as far as I'm concerned, the
only good thing that came out of this was the kits father."
Deadtail calmed considerably as she smiled at him, her eyes glinting.
"Leopardeyes said to name one Coldkit for her. That alright with
you?"
He smiled, purring, as he walked beside her. "So, when are we shoving you in the nursery where you don't get to fight?" She nudged him playfully.
"Don't do that, we have to keep you resting and such so that the kits aren't harmed. Just, get in the nursery and pester Deadtail about whatever psycho cravings you might have." Shadepaw kept a straight face as Deadtail and Mossear struggled with their laughter.
"Deadtail, will you build my nest? And I have the oddest craving for fresh fish . . ." He looked horrified at the idea of getting fish as she pawed his shoulder and they trotted to the nursery to set up dens.
Shadepaw called after them. "Make sure you don't do much activity! Just rest and wait! And don't play fight! And someone else will take over the mentoring duties! And keep still!" They stopped hearing what he was saying long before he finished speaking, too busy with the thoughts of the kits and deaf to anything but each other's purrs.