Orangetail looked up into the many colors of leaves on the trees, the moonlight shining through them. Sparrowtalon was with him, she was also examining the leaves on the trees around them. After a short while Sparrowtalon broke the silence.
"I'm going to have our kits." She mewed shyly. Orangetail spun around and looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.
"Really?" Orangetail inquired. Sparrowtalon nodded. Her black fur sparkled with silver was glistening in the moonlight. Orangetail's eyes melted into pure love. "I can't believe it! I'm going to be a father! And you're going to be a mother!" Orangetail screeched into the night. He was now shivering with excitement. He was going to be a father! A father of all things! He was so happy he felt like he would burst with happiness and joy. Orangetail padded over to his mate and stroked her head with his tongue. "We're going to have the most beautiful kits, Sparrowtalon. I love you." Sparrowtalon's eyes lit up.
"I love you too." Sparrowtalon replied. She yawned. "I'm going to go back to the warriors den for the night. Goodnight Orangetail." As Sparrowtalon said that Orangetail had a sudden urge to protect his unborn kits.
"No, you have to move to the nursery!" Orangetail pleaded. Sparrowtalon shook her head.
"I can do that in a moon or two. I just found out about the kits. I'm not moving to the nursery yet. Ok?" Sparrowtalon countered. Orangetail sighed and nodded.
"Ok." Orangetail murmured and padded back to Colorclan with Sparrowtalon trotting at his side. Sparrowtalon ran ahead because Orangetail wanted to stay out a while longer. Orangetail sat on a rock gazing at the moon. The amber flecks along his back now looked golden in the draft of moonlight between the leaves and branches of the clustered trees.
Orangetail heard a rustle of leaves a little ways away from where he was sitting, gazing at the stars. He pricked his ear towards the sudden noise that he had not expected to hear this late at night. Then he saw an ice-blue set of eyes stare back at him for a split second before he was engulfed in a flurry of claws and blood. What Orangetail thought was his own blood, not his attacker's. He was right. He was dying. Then he closed his eyes for the last time.