Hawksun9592 - Thank you for all the possible kits! I won't say who I picked just yet. I love Icaruswind too - But think of it with the mind of Smallbee, and I'm making this realistic, so no boom random announcement of kits - no there are things that are required before you get pregnant, so that plays with why she suddenly has a grudge against both toms. Also you have to remember this is a warrior fan made into a cat - so in her human life she was only fourteen - now a year or so has passed and in that life she would've been fifteen.

Runningfeather - A fighting sene would be nice, but all that comes later on. I promise!

Starstablegal - I really love having the insight of seeing how SaltClan is doing through Hornetrun's eyes. Since he was a character that I really loved before he was kinda kicked out of the chapters. (Whenever Smallbee had Ben kidnapped)

I like the idea of submitting many kits, so if anyone else wants a shot at this go right ahead. And not only just for Smallbee - for all the queens. Please - it really does help!

October, 7th, 2020

The weather had gotten worst over the past two days. What had been a usual light, mushy snow fall turned into a thicker layer of thick white powder.

It was as high as her knees, and every step was painfully cold. If it wasn't for the already made path out in the snow she might've froze to death before even making it to the den.

Inside what was dusty, cold cluttered space had been transformed into a cleaner, nicer den. Icaruswind had made it more comfortable, although he didn't say anything else.

Anger still pulsed through her as she glared at the tom. What had happened changed her entire view on him, and somewhat on Ashtooth. Though after his brothers death he did nothing but sulk around, sharing the same smirk, glare and confidence that Graypaw use to have.

Now she sat down in the newly lined nest. Ears flat as she spotted Icaruswind walk into the den with a rabbit clinched in his jaws. "Hungry?" He asked, tossing the hare so it landed at her feet.

"Let's just get this over with," she hissed softly.

Icaruswind dropped his tail as he nodded. Slinking to her side with a small sigh, his ears flattened and fur bristled out uncomfortably.

*

Shifting in her nest with uncomfort she glared at the back of Icaruswind. The two of them were trapped in the den, a heavy snowfall had kept them there after the fact that she could finally leave.

With a ear flick she noticed that the tom wasn't asleep. No, instead his ears were perked, listening out for anything while he shifted in the nest. Smallbee felt her chest squeeze as she recalled earlier.

He didn't seemed comfortable either. A part of her felt bad for the sudden harsh treatment towards the silver warrior. It wasn't like he had much of a choice, their 'leader' told them that kits weren't an opinion, it was mandatory.

Slowly she uncurled herself. Feeling a new cold breeze drift it's way into the den, chilling her to the bones. Shivering she lifted herself to sit upright, nudging the warrior beside her.

"What?" Icaruswind didn't even lift his head. Instead he stared out into the white fluffies that rained down from the sky.

Smallbee shifted on her paws. Already she wanted to clamp her mouth shut and just continue ignoring him. It made things so much easier to have others hate you and not expect anything from you. Then, whenever you fail, they aren't let down, they don't have a reaction to it.

"I'm sorry," she meowed softly, pale leaf coloured gaze focused onto him.

Icaruswind lifted his head. "Sorry?" The grunted word seemed more bitter as he spoke. Ears flicking back, looking like he had to restrain himself from a worst reaction.

The she-cat merely nodded. He had to understand, right? It wasn't like this would ever affect his life anyways! If he truely wanted, he could leave the Clan, the kits, her.

Suddenly she gasped for air. It felt like her lungs had been frozen shut, eyes tearing up as she stumbled to her paws. A warm body pulled her closer as she trembled, shoulders slugged down as her nose buried into dense fur.

Icaruswind stroked her back gently with his tail. Nose pressed against her forehead as he murmured softly, letting the small queen sob into his shoulder.

*

With his ears perked Hornetrun watched as Mintleaf walked out of the nursery. Her face was bright, carrying joy and a glittering shine in her eyes.

"How is she?" Asked the tom, his tail lashing impatiently.

Mintleaf purred. "Just fine, she handled the birth with ease, and you now have three beautiful daughters."

Three? Purring he felt his heart pound. He was a father! Quickly he rushed into the den, nearly tripping over his own paws whilst doing so. Inside the den his mate laid curled up in the nest, her eyes wide and shining with joy and tiredness.

Slowly he nudged her side. Curling up so that he could feel the warmth of his mate and new, little kitten daughters. "They're beautiful." He breathed, his muzzle rested onto his mate's shoulder as he gazed at the three suckling kits.

One was just like him, a dark gray-brown tabby with dense, already fluffy fur and black tipped ears. The other two shared more of Chameleonmock's looks, the biggest out of the three had a tortoiseshell brown and black pelt, thick stripes ran down her tail and face.

The last kitten was just like Chameleonmock, well, almost. One half of her face was gray, the other brown, on the gray side there was darker brown stripes, very thin ones too. And on that side her entire body was a solid gray other then the tip of her paws being brown. On the brown side, her body had gray and black spots, each striped either with thick lines or very thin ones.

"What should we name them?" Mewed Chameleaonmock.

Names.. Suddenly he felt unsure as he shifted. What if he didn't pick good names for them? How would his mate think of that, their own kits? "Y-you name the first one," he needed time to think of the perfect names.

Purring the tired queen licked his nose. There was a soft light in her eyes as she glanced back to their kits. "I think this one should be named Beekit," she meowed, earning a choked and shocked noise from the warrior, "I know you miss your sister. And I seen how close you two were, I only think it's fair that the one who looks the most like her is named Beekit."

Hornetrun could feel his heart stop. It took a lot of pain to almost block the memories of his sister put of his mind. Always trying to push past that she was gone now, either dead or off trapped by FlameClan.

"I think that's a good idea." He finally sighed, his gaze rested onto the she-cat. How would the rest of their Clan think of the name? Not only that - but his father, his mother. They would take it hard too, but no-one could ever deny that it was a good decision.

The split-faced queen moved on to look at their next daughter. A tortiseshell, one that was more pale then the rest of their small family. "How about Starlingkit for her?"

Hornetrun nodded as he purred. Over time starlings and birds had been a great craving for his mate during her pregnancy. And now, after all that time, finally they could name at least one kitten after this.

"And her?" He questioned. There was one final kit left unnamed.

Chameleaonmock blinked. She looked stumped as she shrugged, turning to him she meowed. "You should name her," she stated softly, the words barley escaped her mouth as she yawned.

Giving her head a few licks he drew her closer to him. "Ospreykit," he decided, his ears twitching.

With that the two mates grew quiet. Soon enough the queen snored softly, relaxed against her mate who watched their kits with a protective gaze.

October, 8th, 2020