Frostthorn purred. She was officially mates with Skywing…things were great!
She went to the fresh-kill pile and took a thrush. The white tom took a mouse. Darkstorm padded numbly to the pile. "Better keep my mates happy." He mumbled.
Mates? Frostthorn was curious about the tom's mates. Why did he need so many? She looked around…
Her gaze went back to Skywing. He padded up to her and blushed.
Frostthorn's pelt felt hot. "What?" She murmured.
"Nothing." Skywing purred. "I was just thinking about…kits."
"You mean Oceanbreeze's kits?" Darkstorm was Skywing's brother, after all.
Skywing stopped purring, his face serious. "I really want your kits, Frostthorn."
She felt embarrassment surge through her. "My kits!"
"When the time comes…" He meowed thoughtfully.
Thoughts went though her mind.
What if he is just using me?
What if he just wants kits like Darkstorm?
What if…
What if…
Frostthorn tossed snd turned in her bed of moss. She could feel Skywing breathing heavily beside her. She slowly closed her eyes…
She gasped. Suddenly, she saw visions. She saw herself with three beautiful kits. A grey tabby she-kit, a silver-and-black tom, and a white tom with grey paws.
She closed her eyes and smiled.
"Oceanbreeze is having her kits!" Brightwhisker's mew awoke Skywing.
He quickly jumped up and ran halfway to the nursery before stopping. Of course! He reminded himself that he had to look good. He trotted to the side of the nursery before sitting down to groom himself fully.
"You do care about your looks, don't you?" Frostthorn yawned.
Skywing nodded. "She's still my friend." His mate smiled.
Suddenly, Darkstorm appeared, with wet moss in his mouth. He put the moss next to Oceanbreeze, and she blinked up at him with love and thanks.
"Is she okay?" Skywing asked Brightwhisker.
"Get out!" Brightwhisker growled. He was shocked at her words, but nodded.
As he padded away, Skywing heard someone sigh. He saw Darkstorm's other mates, like Lavendermoon and Petalcry. They had loved him so much, and he had returned them with kits, and then coldness.
Skywing breathed in relief. He only mated with pretty she-cats, and he was sure Frostthorn had been next on his list.