Hello Feline Friends

Violetwing licked her ear with a smile in response.

The She-kit purred quietly, happily nestled between her adoptive parents so that she was sandwiched by their warmth. “Thanks for being my mom and Dad,” She mewed softly, booping both Violetwing and Treewhisker with her nose.

“You’re welcome,” Treewhisker mewled in reply, giving her a nuzzle to the top of the head.

Violetwing’s smile became slightly fixed at the reminder that her adopted daughter did not have a name.

The little she-kit purred loudly, squeezing herself between her two adopted parents and stretching her paws out just like they were.

Treewhisker smiled warmly at Violetwing, then glanced down to the tiny kit. “What’s your name, little one?”

“I dunno,” answered the kit cheerfully, oblivious as ever to how unusual that was. “I’m waiting for Violetwing’s kits and then I’ll get a name too!”

Violetwing chuckled a little, eyes soft as she watched.

Treewhisker nodded down at the She-kit, managing a smile despite being slightly miffed by being told by yet another cat he wasn’t a very good story teller.

“So he’s my dad!” The kit purred with delight, standing up and head butting his shoulder affectionately. Treewhisker couldn’t help but chuckle, reminded greatly of Hazelpaw and the wonderful time he’d had raising her with Violetwing.

Violetwing smiled down at the kit in amusement. "He's my mate."

The young she-kit nodded happily. “You’re really warm!” She purred in reply to Violetwing, turning and blinking at Treewhisker. “Why’s He here?” She said this with a comic amount of disdain, having only known the leader previously as being the cat that told her bad stories.

Violetwing didn't notice her mate's look of surprise, twisting a little to look down at the kit. "Did you sleep well?"

From her belly, the kit she’d adopted awoke, blinking and yawning softly. Treewhisker looked to Violetwing with a little surprise. He hadn’t even seen her when he laid down.

Violetwing placed her head back on her paws with a sigh. It was a miracle from StarClan that she had even been able to get up the previous day in order to see the kit. She was hardly able to move, so close to her due date was she.

Treewhisker didn’t respond to her, just pressing close to Violetwing instead. To be honest, he felt a little melancholy himself when he glanced down to his side and looked at his mate’s belly, swollen with kits that weren’t his.

“Tired,” she admitted grouchily.

“How do you feel?” Treewhisker asked quietly, pressing against his mate and lying beside her on the edge of her nest.

“Good morning,” Violetwing murmured back, yawning.

Treewhisker leaned in and licked his mate’s cheek once, purring softly. “Good morning,” Came his low, soft voice, as if trying not to disturb the kits even as they were still in her belly.

Yawning sleepily, Violetwing blinked open her eyes.

When Violetwing shifted, Treewhisker perked his ears towards her, a little trill of happiness running through him.

Soon after Treewhisker came in, as if sensing his presence, Violetwing started to stir.

Treewhisker laid down beside his mate, watching her flanks rise and fall and her swollen belly occasionally move with the activity of the kits inside.

Violetwing was still asleep, the she-cat exhausted with her kits being due any day now.

Back in the camp, Treewhisker padded into the nursery to check on Violetwing.

Hazelpaw nodded again and flicked her ears back.

Yellowfoot managed a smile over at his apprentice. “Good. Now, let’s go try and have a slightly better day than your brother’s going to have.”

Hazelpaw nodded quickly, eyes wide.