Three Moons Later
"Thornfeather! I am having my kits!" yowled Whiteflake. Dandelioneaf was inside, helping Whiteflake. Thorneather paced outside nervously. "Thornfeather! You can come in now!" said Dandelioneaf. "She had four beautiful kits. One died." "Thornfeather. I think I know which names I want to use. The dead one is called Snailkit. The black tom that has white paws and a white belly is named Nettlekit." she said, touching the little tom with her tail, and then moving on to the others. "The little she-kit with the white pelt and bright ginger paws is called Emberkit and the last tom is called Winterkit, the one with the black ears and white pelt." "They are all wonderful. You did a good job." said Thornfeather, touching his nose to her ear. Whiteflake resisted flinching back. "Thanks," she replied curtly. Thornfeather looked a little surprised. She pushed herself to her paws. "I'm going to ask Mosstar if I'm allowed to go to the gathering tonight." "Um.. ok," meowed Thornfeather. "Mosstar?" Asked Whiteflake, "May I come in?" "Of course," Mosstar responded. "Um, could I come to the gathering tonight?" Whiteflake asked. "What? But haven't you just kitted?! Nursing queens can't go to gatherings!" She exclaimed. "I know," Whiteflake meowed calmly, controlling her anger. "But I want to, please Mosstar, just once?" "I suppose so," she sighed. "but just this once." "Thank you, Mosstar." She dipped her head gratefully. At the gathering... "Snowwinter," Whiteflake hissed, spotting him under the tree. He looked around, then headed over to her. "What is it? Have you kitted?" "Yes," she mewed. "But one died." "What do they look like?" He asked. "Emberkit is a she-kit who looks the most like you, with a white pelt and bright ginger paws. Nettlekit is a black tom-kit with white paws and belly, and Winterkit is a tom-kit with a white pelt and black ears." She responded. "That's nice," he commented. "Will anyone suspect that I'm the father because of Emberkit?" "No, Thornfeather has a ginger pelt and I have a white pelt, they'll think it's just genetics." She responded knowledgeably. "Oh, good." "Do you want me to show you the kits at the border tomorrow?" She suggested. "Sure, but only at night." He meowed. "Why?" "Because Mistypool is spending every moment that she can with me." He rolled his eyes, "and here she comes now." "Snowwinter! We're leaving!" Mistypool shrieked. "Bye, remember about our meeting," Whiteflake mewed. "I'll never forget." He promised. "Whiteflake! Come on!" Dangleleaf was yelling. "Coming!" She called to her half sister. "About time, you were talking to that white and ginger tom for too long," she grumbled. "Sorry," she apologized. "You were keeping the clan waiting." She growled. "I'm sorry," Whiteflake tried to change the subject. "I need to get back to my kits." "Ugh fine!" Dangleleaf groaned, "Thornfeather. Why did you choose him? you should have chosen someone else." "I know... he is not the sharpest claw on the paw. But he is better than Alderheart. And at least he is not a ShadowClan cat." said Whiteflake. "Like who?" asked Dangleleaf. "Oh, maybe Snowwinter." she said dreamily. "You like him!" Accused Dangleleaf. "No I don't!" She exclaimed. "Ugh, fine."At the ThunderClan camp... "Emberkit, Winterkit, Nettlekit." Whispered Whiteflake. "Hrm?" Asked the three kits sleepily. "We're going to play a game, it's called, find the ShadowClan cat." Whiteflake mewed. "Ok!" The three young cats brightened. At the ShadowClan border "Now, little ones, we have to hide." "Um, ok" they agreed and scrambled into a bush. Just then they heard paw steps coming toward them. "Whiteflake?" It hissed. Whiteflake scrambled out of the bush and wove around him happily. "Snowwinter!" Exclaimed Whiteflake, nuzzling his ear. "Um, Whiteflake, who is that?" Asked Nettlekit. "This is your father, Snowwinter," explained Whiteflake. "But Swiftpaw said that Thornfeather is our father." Meowed Emberkit. "and that cat doesn't smell like us. He is stinky!" said Winterkit. "Stinky cat! Stinky cat!" chanted the kits. "Kits! Be nice!" meowed Whiteflake sharply. "Whiteflake." meowed Snowwinter. "I... need to speak with you. Come meet me at the border tomorrow." "Why?" She tipped her head in surprise. "Just come tomorrow." He pleaded. "Ok," she shrugged. "As long as Mistypool doesn't come." "Why would that mouse-brain come?" He asked, shocked. "Because I think you're growing fond of her." She replied. "Seriously, she is a mouse-brain." He mewed angrily. "Jeez, didn't think you'd be so angry," "um. Whiteflake, can we go home now?" Squeaked Emberkit. Whiteflake swept her fluffy tail around them, "of course," and she left with a final glare at Snowwinter.
Later...
"Hi Snowwinter. What do you want?!" meowed Whiteflake. "Listen, I don't think we should be mates anymore. Mistypool is expecting my kits, and we are mates now." said Snowwinter. "Seriously! I will teach my kits to hate you and your kin, for as long as I live!" hissed Whiteflake.
