Dreampaw's body ached as she carried one of her kits through the tunnel. As Breezestream had said, she felt weak and tired, but she didn't want to stop moving for anything other then to nurse. She had finally been able to tell the color of the balls of fluff. None of them looked like their hated father. The two smallest were calico and white like Dreampaw, but the third, which Breezestream was carrying, was a pure white like her dead friend Morningsong.
Breezestream paused beneath a hole and set the white kit down.
"I think they are hungry again." She mewed. The kit had started mewling as soon as she was set down. Dreampaw allowed the kits to suckle as they rested for a moment.
"Have you decided what you are going to name them?" Goldenpaw asked.
"Only one." Dreampaw replied. The white kit squirmed away from Dreampaw and more into the light. Her fur reflected the sunlight, making it look as if she was made of the morning sun.
"Is it the white one that you have decided the name for?" Breezestream asked. All cats watched as the white kit stretched herself across the ground before curling up.
"Morningkit." Dreampaw mewed. The kit wasn't asleep for long, and began to mewl loudly for Dreampaw. Breezestream purred and picked Morningkit up to take her to Dreampaw. As she was set down, Morningkit cuddled close to Dreampaw's belly and fell asleep again.
"We had better get going again. The others' scents are getting stronger, so it shouldn't be much longer." Breezestream noted. Dreampaw and Goldenpaw nodded and picked up the calicos. Breezestream picked up Morningkit and they continued on through the tunnel.