"Hey, Snowwinter." hissed Whiteflake. "Whiteflake?" wondered Snowwinter. "Yeah. we need to think of names for our kits! I was thinking maybe Nettlekit for a tom and Emberkit for a she-cat." "Maybe Shadowkit?" He suggested. "No! That's too ShadowClan-y, cats would suspect me!" "Ok, then what about Winterkit or Snowkit?" He asked. "Those are fine, I will choose Winterkit," she mewed. "Okay, gotta go now, Snowwinter, see you tomorrow at the gathering." She mewed sadly. "Ok," he sighed. Whiteflake ran back to camp. "Whiteflake!" Screeched Mooncloud, "where have you been! You're supposed to be resting in the nursery!" "I don't have to spend every moment of my life in the nursery," she responded sarcastically. "I guess not, but what if you get hurt again? You shouldn't risk you and your kit's lives again." She responded. "I'm going to tell Thornfeather about your news so he can keep an eye on you." She responded. "Wait!" She called, but too late, Mooncloud was already whisking away. She sighed. Can't Mooncloud ask before she does it? She thought. Then she saw Thornfeather charging toward her, joy lit in his eyes. Alderheart followed closely behind, fury in his eyes. Uh-oh she thought. "Whiteflake! You didn't tell me you were expecting my kits!" Thornfeather exclaimed. "Yeah. Great." hissed Alderheart. Whiteflake flinched at the sharp tone he spoke with. "Thornfeather, I thought of some names. Nettlekit for a tom and Emberkit for a she-kit. Maybe Winterkit for a tom-kit or she-kit," said Whiteflake. "Ok," said Thornfeather.
