Ospreyfeather giggled, and licked the tuft of fur that was sticking up on Smokefur's head. "Silly mouse-brain," She murmured affectionately. The she-cat rolled on her back, wrapping her forepaws around her mate's kneck and letting out a small 'omph' as he fell on her. "Oops..." She whispered, a mischevous gleam in her eyes as she covered Smokefur's face in licks. "As for my belly...." Ospreyfeather replied, smiling at the dark gray tom adoringly, "It's getting bigger every day...." Pouting a little, she added, "I feel fat....." Collapsing into a fit of laughter, the brown tabby queen glanced a Smokefur, who was nuzzling her stomach fur with a look of pure bliss on his face. "W-why do y-you k-keep doing th-that....?" She asked, still shaking from laughter.
(How many kits do you want, Bella?)
Larksong thought for a second, but then shook his head. "Nah," He decided, "I think Falconpaw would be jealous.... He really wanted to go on that patrol.... Though...." The golden warrior paused, a look that seemed like confusion clouding his face. "Though Rockpaw might need the practice...." Looking at Pale-Eye, Larksong asked, "What do you think." The look on the tom's face was rather.... Cute, almost kit-like.....
Adderkit let out another little mewl, and struggled to lift his head up at a new voice, one that he hadn't heard before. He knew the names of the cats who usually spoke; the deeper voice was "Nightshade", and a higher pitched one was "Ashcloud." There were more sounds mixed in occasionally, but he had always heard those before. Adderkit opened his eyes, trying to find out who the new voice belonged to. He didn't like not knowing things, and the kit cast his rather intense yellow gaze around, finally settling on a large black cat.....