"Okay," Bird whispered to Luna. "We have to find the perfect tom to be the father of them."
They had been traveling together for about three moons and they hadn't found the right tom yet and were crouched behind the bushes of a heavy traffic area of cats. They had seen a bunch of toms, but they weren't right for the kits.
"Look to the left." Bird breathed. "It's a gray and white tom."
Luna looked around wildly and spotted the tom. "Go." She mewed quietly. Bird crept silently through the bush and jumped out in front of the tom. "Hi!" She mewed, acting surprised.
"Hi." He replied gruffly. "What do you want?"
"Nothing," Bird meowed in a hurt voice. "I'm sorry I bothered you, I'll go now." She turned and started to slink away.
"Wait, my name is Fitz." He mewed. "Do you want to go hunting?"
Bird was already on the way into the bush and she twitched her ears at Luna to show that everything was working well.
"Yes," She answered.
3 moons later
"I'm sorry Fitz," Bird meowed coldly. "You were my mate and my friend's mate and now we both know."
"No!" Fitz plead, his blue eyes were sparkling pools of pain. "I love both of you!"
"Just drop it Fitz." Luna hissed. "We're both done here."
The two she-cats turned and stalked away like they had planned.
When Fitz was out of hearing width they began their conversation.
"We're both expecting kits now." Bird mewed happily. "Fitz fell for our love."
"Well I do still love Fitz a little bit." Luna whispered sadly.
Bird licked her shoulder comfortingly. "I know, but you have to forget about him and think of our kits."
"Okay, the good thing is that we have a moon until we have our kits and to decided how to get them into the clans." Luna thought aloud, forgetting all about Fitz.