A white she-cat sat in a cave, pondering about what she had done. Her mate, Dusk, patted over to her. His black fur brushed hers and his deep green eyes stared into her eyes.
"Flurry? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" Flurry snapped.
Dusk recoiled. "Okay..."
"Did you do it?" a new voice sounded behind Dusk.
"Of course I did! Where do you think my kits are?" Flurry hissed.
"Look, I know you're sad that you had to give them away, but we're a traveling group. We can't have four kits to look after. Where did you leave them?" the cat asked.
Flurry sighed. "Cloudy, I know you're not going to like this, but... I left them in the Clans."
Cloud bristled. "Which one?"
"I'm not sure, but it had a stream and I saw fish in a pile."
Cloud blinked. "RiverClan."
Flurry waited for yowling.
"Good." Was all Cloud mewed.
"What do you mean, 'good'?"
Cloud rolled his eyes. "As long as it's not ShadowClan or ThunderClan, we're good. Your kits will be well taken care of."
"Better than here?" Flurry asked.
Cloud nodded. "Much better than here."
Flurry sighed in relief. "I hope they have a good life with them." She meowed.
"Me too, Flurry. Me too." Cloud agreed.