Pricklestorm looked at the brown kit with white stripes. "What should we name him?" She murmered, happily, before seeing Chestnutpelt's shock at the golden kit. She nodded, embarassed. "I was thinking we could call her Willowkit..."
"That sounds wonderful!" Pricklestorm murmered. She kept glancing at the golden kit. The idea of naming her Windkit had even entered her mind at first, but she wanted Chestnutpelt to see a different cat in Willowkit everytime he saw her, instead of another reminder of his previous mate.