Thrushtail, a mother in Treeclan, was fast asleep when her mate entered the nursery. Cloudpelt gazed proudly at his two newborn daughters, snuggled in their nest beside their mother.
He bent is nose to touch Thrushtail's flank and she raised her head, blinking a greeting.
"What are their names?" he meowed.
Thrushtail dipped her head to her kits.
She pointed her tail at a snowy white one, smaller than the other. "I called her Smallkit, for her tiny paws."
She nudged the larger she-cat. "She is Gingerkit, because of her orange fur."
Cloudpelt nodded delightedly. "They're perfect names!" he exclaimed.
"Shhh!" hissed another mother, Dovenose. "You'll wake my kit."
"Sorry Dovenose." Cloudpelt murmured.
Dovenose nudged Lionkit closer to her belly, where he began to suckle gently.
Cloudpelt gave Thrushtail a lick in farewell and backed out of the nursery. He didn't want to leave his mate and Smallkit and Gingerkit, but duty called.
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Gingerkit
RomanceA young feral kitten, born and raised in Treeclan, looks all set to become the perfect warrior that her clan needs to protect them from seasons and rivalries. She has a mother, father, sister, and a best friend who hopes to someday be her mate. All...
