"Our clan can't take care of her, we don't have enough prey." A white she-cat whispered. "I just can't bear to give up my own kit though."

A brown tabby tom nuzzled the she-cat. "She's my first kit too, but I don't think we can take care of her the way she needs to be taken care of."

"I know a loner that really wants a kit. She's too old to have one and she lives not too far away from our territory. We could take our kit to her."

"Okay."

"Goodbye Birdkit, I hope you have a good life." The she-cat meowed gently, picking up a small kit. She carried her out of the small den they were in and carried her for what seemed like forever. Finally she set the kit down and it was picked up by an old she-cat.

"Thank you, I don't think you know how much I appreciate this." An old black she-cat meowed quietly.