Above the camp stars twirled among each other, the yowling from the queen giving birth underneath them ruining the peace. As fog begins to swarm the trees the noise stops. The sound of paws hitting dirt is heard and the wails of kits intertwined.
A cat is seen rushing towards a small cave. A brown cat approached the silver and gave a sharp nod. The silver cat entered the cave with poorly hidden anticipation.
"Silverstar." A small cat whispers with an adoring look in her eye.
"My love, how are you" Silverstar questions.
With a bat of a paw the queen brings her kits rested at her belly and smiles. "Sore, but it was worth it for my kits."
Silverstars P.O.V
I looked down at my kits. My kits. I turned my eyes towards the first, A strong tom. With a good form and a well-balanced tail, this kit would be something amazing.
I flicked my eyes towards the other. A small kit. A runt. With an oddly long tail and tiny form, I could tell this kit wouldn't be as healthy as the tom.
"What should we name them?" My mate asked.
Looking at the tom I replied, "Shiningkit for the tom, because of his golden fur."
Rainclaw noded, "Wiltedkit for the other, because although she is small and frail she survived."
I knew just as well as she did that this kit wouldn't survive the cold.