Disclaimer: I own the characters, but the clan names, traditions, and stuff belong to Erin Hunter.
AN: Very short, but that's okay. Makes a good cliffhanger, I guess. ;) lol.
Another moon passed. It was pretty much assumed Ravenfeather was dead. Mossface lay in the nursery. I know she'll be happy being with Liontooth again, she thought. Whitesnow had already given birth to her litter, and Mossface knew that her litter would be coming up really soon. Whitesnow's kits were only a moon old, but they already had their personalities developing.
All three of her kits were toms, and they all appeared in someway like their father. Rushkit, Mossface could tell he'd be some form of a trouble maker. He had short, dark gray fur, and his two forepaws were snow white. It was easy to see that the tom would grow to be quite large, like his father, Ashtalon.
Whitesnow's second kit was named Badgerkit. His fur was mostly light gray, except for his white chest, paws, and tail tip. He seemed to be such a sweetheart. Badgerkit tended to do interesting things.
And then, there was Smokekit. It was easy to tell his life wouldn't last long. The kit was a solid dark gray, exactly like Ashtalon. However, he was born with such disabilities, that it'd be nearly impossible to make him a warrior. Spottedfire suggested it might be best to give him a deathberry at birth, but Whitesnow was determined to show the clan he would be able to do it.
During the kit's general check-up, Spottedfire had opened the mouth, but there was no tongue inside. Smokekit was also missing his two forepaws. Spottedfire suspects that there will be more complications with the kit.
Mossface looked back at the kits. She could only wait longer for her kits to come… she was so excited!
Rabbitleg padded over to her from the elders den, dropping a vole at her paws. The nursery was very full, so Rabbitleg lay outside of the nursery, and Mossface lay by the entrance of the den. She could feel the kit's movements inside of her, and it gave her this pleasurable feeling inside of motherhood.
"So, how are you doing?" Rabbitleg asked her. After Mossface was done chewing a portion of the vole, she looked up at him.
"Not bad, actually. Miss my warrior duties, however." Mossface meowed. That must be how he feels, she thought, feeling so lucky not to be physically harmed by Swifttalon's rebellion.
"Don't worry, Mossface." Rabbitleg meowed, giving her a small lick on the side of her muzzle. "You'll be back on your warrior duties in no time." He meowed.
"You really think so?" she asked, looking up from the vole to her mate. He only nodded.
"Of course. I know taking care of the kits will be hard work, but I'll help you whenever I can." Rabbitleg commented, with a small smile. He could see Whitesnow's kits moving slightly as they curled up around their mother. Rabbitleg's smile grew larger.
Mossface only watched her mate. My, he must really want to be a father, she thought. She felt another kick in her belly, and she smiled as well. "Anyway, thanks for the vole, Rabbitleg. You can finish it off, if you like." Mossface meowed. Rabbitleg looked at her, with the same smile on his face.
"No, you should finish it. We got to make sure that you and the kits are well fed." He gave her a small wink, and Mossface giggled softly. Rabbitleg stood up, padding back to his elder's den.
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Mossface woke up in the middle of the night. The moon was a bright white in the sky. She felt very strong kicks from her belly. But, soon, she felt something that made her eyes widen in shock. She let out a small scream in both shock and pain. Rabbitleg was at her side in a flash.
"Mossface?!"
"Get me Spottedfire! They're coming!"