It was well past sunhigh when Darkheart finished battle training with Owlpaw. His apprentice had learned some basic but important moves that day and her training was going well. They were both tired from the hard training, and were on their way back to camp. Shrewfur was there when they returned. "Get something to eat." Darkheart mewed to his apprentice.
"Want to go see Tinyberry's kit with me?" Shrewfur mumbled.
Darkheart looked at him. "I couldn't hear you." He mewed.
"Do you want to go see Tinyberry's kits with me?" Shrewfur mewed more clearly.
"Sure!" Darkheart mewed. He could tell Shrewfur didn't want to go see the kits because of the bad experiences he had with Tinyberry while she was his mentor. Darkheart didn't see what she did that was so horrible. The two padded over to the nursery. Darkheart stuck his head in. Tinyberry was lying down on moss and two tiny kits were sleeping next to her.
"What do you want?" Tinyberry asked.
"We wanted to see the kits." Darkheart answered. Shrewfur was making a face behind him.
"Come in." Tinyberry mewed. Darkheart and Shrewfur walked in. There were two kits, a white one with black patches, and a white one with brown on his nose, back and tail.
"What are their names?" Darkheart asked.
"The tom is the brown one, his name is Barkkit. The she-kit is the black one, and her name is Spottedkit." Tinyberry answered.
The kits eyes were not open yet. Darkheart looked at the tom. He looked so familiar. Darkheart wondered who their father was. Should I ask? Darkheart thought.
"Who's the father?" Shrewfur cut into Darkheart's thoughts.
"None of your business!" Tinyberry jumped up and hissed at Shrewfur. The kits started mewing from all the noise. "Get out." Tinyberry growled. Shrewfur ran out. Darkheart followed him out.
As Darkheart left the nursery, he saw that Bluetail and Thistlefern were nearby talking to "What happened?" Darkheart heard Bluetail mew.
"I asked Tinyberry who the kit's father was, and she went crazy on me." Shrewfur answered. Darkheart had reached the conversing cats by now.
"She hasn't told anyone, not even me." Thistlefern added. Thistlefern was Tinyberry's littermate.
"I haven't heard or seen any toms around her lately." Darkheart mewed.
"Who knows what's going on there." Shrewfur mewed.
$^*^$
Later that day, Darkheart noticed there was a crowd near Whitewhisker's den. Had something happened? Darkheart thought. He then saw Goldenwing emerge from the den. There were some scars on her face, but she looked better than she had before.
The clan was starting to pull back together.
A/N: Stick around, things are going to get interesting.