Chapter 14: Two Moons Later.
A lot had changed in the last few moons. Both Newsky and Scotchdrink had birthed their kits. Paleale now has a limp hind leg, and is together with Ricetooth. Stevehawk had stated that he had been given a message, for Breadclaw would soon attack. All of Thunderclan prepared for battle. They built better barriers around camp and taught the kits some fighting skills.
Toastfire felt anxious for the days to come. Breadclaw, or 'The Exiled Demon' as the clans called him, hadn't attacked in about forever, not since Scotchdrink. The tom took it upon himself to help train his niece and nephew, Wafflekit and Maplekit. Wafflekit was a naive golden she-cat, and believed the training was only a game. Maplekit was a golden and brown tom, and a more serious and quiet tom. Both of them took training well, but Wafflekit excelled above her brother. She was humble about it, thankfully, and didn't tick off her brother too much.
Normaltail was usually too busy to hang out with Toastfire these days, but she had the day off. The two sat close to each other while sharing a mouse. "How are the kits? Scotchdrink?" Normaltail asked bluntly.
"They're fine. Newsky's kits seem to get along with them. As for Scotchdrink, she's getting better. She went on a patrol with her siblings for the first time in a while."
"Oh, good! Monkeytail is the one that takes care of the nursery, so I don't get to see them much. I'm stuck dealing with Budlight's drunk dancing." She snorted. Toastfire laughed loudly as he imagined the old warrior tom dancing. "Did he sing, too?" The tom snorted. Normaltail couldn't hold a laugh before she answered with a nod. The two burst into fits of laughter. The grey she-cat suddenly stopped and glanced at the nursery, then at her mate.
"Um... Toaster? What do you think of having kits..?" Silence fell between them. The two broke their gazes and Toastfire answered confidently. "Yeah, I would like to. Do you?"
"Yeah, and I'm birthing right now HJDSBJKCHBJWFKBHKFHJ." Normaltail then fell onto the ground and began to yell as she birthed. Toastfire was horrified, regretting his choice now. Was this the miracle of birth? She-cats basically yelling like a choking alien while cutting their stomachs open just to summon kits with the light of Starclan? Geez.
Normaltail finally settled down and smiled normally at her mate. "Okay so what do we name them?" She said cheerfully. Toastfire took a second to process what happened, and looked at the one to the right, a small black and white tom. "Um... How about Stormkit?" His mate nodded, and stared at a light ginger tom with grey spots. "How about Timberkit for this one?"
"Yeah, and Ivykit for this one!" Toastfire smiled, pointing his tail to a brown, grey, and white calico she-cat. They laughed and cuddled together with their kits. Normaltail laughed, "I should probably go take these cuties to the nursery, you go announce this to the clan." Toastfire nodded, and made his way towards Goodstar.
Really short chapter, but whatever. I was bored.
