"Bluestar, I know you love these kits,"
Bluestar pushed back tears. "I do. But they're your kits now, not mine. Goodbye, Oakheart."
Oakheart looked sadly down at the two small kits. "I'll take care of you."
Mosskit coughed and wheezed. She climbed up the hill and managed to whisper her father's name.
"Oakheart," she coughed. Sure enough, Oakheart came racing. "Mosskit!" He said. Mosskit closed her eyes. I know you love us.
