Here's Chapter 2! A little shorter than the others but the next one is much better :) Thanks for the reviews, Amber342! I love when people comment x3
"I am most definitely the one who resembles him the most," Frost declared, sitting on top of Frozenkit.
The two brothers had been wrestling in their nest, both their pelts ruffled up and messy from their playing. Frozenkit clawed desperately at the moss in the nest, trying to pull himself out from underneath his brother. With a huff of frustration, he frowned up at Frost. "You probably look nothing like Dad! Mommy said I look just like him! Right?" he asked for support, turning his head to blink at their mother.
Feather was busily grooming Mist's fur, the she-kit watched her brothers argue in amusement. Looking up, she smiled at her first-born. "You do look like your father, Frozenkit, but that doesn't mean Frost can't look like him too."
Frost blinked at their mother before looking down at Frozenkit. "By that she means I look like him the most," he purred in amusement. "Which means I'll be his favorite kit."
"Not true!" Frozenkit exclaimed in protest, rolling over to free himself from Frost. Scrambling to his paws, he pounced on his brother, pinning him to the nest. "You won't be his favorite because you look like a mouse!"
Frost frowned up at his brother, his eyes glaring at him in disapproval. "I'm telling Dad what you said! If you think I look like a mouse, that means you think he looks like a mouse since we both look like each other. Then he'll hate you," he concluded.
Frozenkit looked at him in confusion, trying to process what he said. Mist noticed this and purred. "You've confused him, Frost!" she giggled.
"He did not!" Frozenkit denied, squeaking in surprise as Frost nipped his paw.
Feather shook her head in amusement as she finished grooming Mist's fur. "Enough you two," she meowed, focusing her attention on the two toms. "Come over here, Frozenkit. I have to groom your fur so your father sees how handsome you are. You're next Frost," she meowed, watching as Frozenkit hopped off his brother and trotted over to her.
Mist watched Frost roll over before rising to his paws. "Has Daddy ever seen us before, Mommy?" she questioned Feather curiously.
Feather nodded as she licked at a protruding tuft of fur behind Frozenkit's ear. "He came to meet you all the night you were born. You probably don't remember though since you three were too busy mewling your heads off for milk," she twitched her whiskers in amusement.
Frozenkit licked his lips at the thought of the creamy liquid before asking, "Did he help you name us?"
"Yes he did," Feather smiled. "He had lots of names planned out for you three. I helped him choose the ones that fit best," she explained, nuzzling Frozenkit as she finished with his fur. Frozenkit let out a purr before backing away from her. He padded over to his sister and laid down beside her.
Mist playfully flicked a strand of moss at him before looking back at Feather. "Is Daddy like Storm...?" she asked with a frown.
Frost shuddered as he remembered the gray tom. Their mother's father had visited them for the first time the day before and had interrupted their game of mossball. Storm had purred the entire time he spoke to Frost and his siblings but something about his tone seemed...fake. His appearance didn't help the kits warm up to him either. The tom's fur was littered with battle scars and wounds still in the process of healing. The injuries that had frightened Frost the most were the ones covering Storm's neck. Feather had taught him, Mist and Frozenkit to never attack one another's necks when they play fought. Hadn't this tom's mother taught him to be careful? He sighed as the memories went away. "I don't like Storm..."
"Don't worry little ones," Feather assured them as she reached over to Frost to groom his fur. "Your father is nothing like mine. He loves all of you and would never try to scare you. I even bet when you're old enough, he'll bring you some prey to eat," she purred.
Frozenkit pricked his ears excitedly. "He would! Would he bring us mice and voles and birds?"
"And rabbits and fish and shrews?" Mist chimed in with a purr.
"I'm sure he would," Feather smiled in amusement. "Of course he wouldn't bring all of those things at the same time though. You wouldn't want to get bellyaches!"
"Frozenkit would be the first to get a bellyache," Frost whispered up to his mother. "I could eat all of those things in one day and never get a bellyache!"
Feather purred in amusement, giving his fur a final lick. "I'm sure you could, little one."
Suddenly, Frozenkit rose to his paws with a frown. "I can hear somebody outside our den!" he declared.
Mist and Frost both fell silent, pricking their ears as they heard the undergrowth moving outside their den. Excitement soon began to build up within their small frames. "Is it Daddy?" Mist breathed to Feather, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"I'll go see," Feather meowed, rising to her paws. "The three of you stay in here and don't make a sound. I'm not positive it's your father and it could be something dangerous," the queen frowned. "I'll be right back," she assured them before stepping out of the den.
The three kits huddled silently against each other in the center of the nest as they watched their mother leave. Pelts itching with excitement, they all quietly hoped the next face they would see peering through the entrance would belong to Blizzardclaw.