Flareheart decided to go and see Stormpelt. Very soon she would be having hers and Stormpelt's kits. She wanted him to know she would be ok before having them. Or, perhaps the real reason was because she missed him so much. She secretly wanted to have her kits with Stormpelt at her side, not Raindrop.
Her belly was swelling more than ever by the time she reached Owl Tree. She wasn't sure if she could make it to Wind Clan, and even if she could, what would she do? She would only be forced to walk back home. But her love for Stormpelt was stronger than her common sense.
Pain seared through her body like a thousand claws piercing her delicate stomach which held so much innocent life in it. She was close to the border of Wind Clan now. It had taken much longer than a typical visit would have. She doubted she would even have the strength and energy to have the kits now. Before she could move another paw she collapsed with exhaustion. Her world went back and she felt like she was sleeping.
She woke to see a worried, but friendly face hovering over her. Stormpelt! He must have caught her scent and came to see if she was ok.
"Its ok, I'm here Flareheart." Stormpelt comforted. Flareheart looked around. It was dark and cloudy. How long had she been asleep? Suddenly the pain returned and she remembered she was in labor. Stormpelt gave her a lick. That was all it took to make her strong enough to have her kits. She had to have them, for Stormpelt, for herself.
She pushed as hard as she could. A kit was born into the world. Flareheart did not look over to see it, but kept pushing and a second was born. Then another. After the third there were no more.
Flareheart looked over at the three little kits struggling to nurse. The first was white, like Stormpelt. The second was flame colored, like Flareheart. The third was dark brown, luckily like Raindrop.
Flareheart looked up into Stormpelt's eyes. They were warm and loving with happiness. "Our kits." He said awe fully.
"What do you mean your kits?" hissed and angry voice.