Featherheart suckled her kits. She watched them, love in her eyes, and thought about names. They all curled up simultaneously into little balls. One black, one gray, and two brown; one of them identical to her lost love. She touched his head.
"Well...you're older than me. You'll be an apprentice before me." Creekkit said. She looked up at Mudkit. "Promise me something, Mudkit. Promise me you'll wait for me. Promise me you wont fall in love with any other she-cats." Creekkit said, her eyes starting to water.