Bloodstone needs mate to help her care for her kits. (2 kits and mate needed)

"You have another kit? Ah haven't seen any third kit. Did the poor thing pass away?" Straw asked her, seeing the barn in distance. By this point, the meadows turned into planted fields, but the corn was barely visible, just being planted a few weeks ago. The tom felt much easier knowing that they have entered the safe territory. Usually he wasn't that concerned about walking around in the dark, but this time he had other cats to care about. Sundenly, another question came into his mind.
"Why isn't your mate helping you?"

"Just as sappy as Violet..." Straw though, but of course didn't say that. Also, it's was getting more difficult talking while holding Streamkit in his mouth for a while.
"Now, now..." he murmured, "It's gonna be fine."
By finishing the sentence, the barn was in front their nose. A cream tabby has been watched them since they were in sight, simply sitting on the roof. A thing her father taught her.

"Ugh, well, that cat up there is Banjo, my lovely... Niece?" Straw meowed, not knowing what to say. His "lovely niece" watched him ankwardly, making the tom fear about her reaction.
"Ah can't hear ya from up there, speak louder!" she replied from up there.
Of course these words made the tom relax a bit, before leading the cats into the barn. He carried Streamkit over into a corner, gently dropping the kit into the hay. He turned around, seeing Violet being woken up by the noise. The two kits hiding by the side of her belly were harder to wake up though. The she-cat was already used to see new faces. This barn was famous for sheltering many cats and seeing another one was totally normal and fine to her. In fact, she was even proud to see her mate helping out and being kind.
"Welcome to our barn." she warmly greeted Bloodstone and her kits just as Banjo entered and slowly pushed the wooded door shut.

"Go get the blanket. They will need it." the plum she-cat suggested while taking a better look at the new comer. Straw took it as if it was an order, picking up the check patterned scarlet blanket. Sometimes it can really cool down inside the pretty old barn and every cat got one blanket while they were staying as a welcome gift. Violet and her tom kits laid in hay that was shattered around the corner. Banjo prefered sleeping on the hay blocks above the rest.

Straw carefully dropped the blanked above them
"Stay warm." he meowed kindly while fixing the blanked on the corners a little, so it would be as perfect as possible.

Straw's heart started beating faster once again, excited about the fact that the she-cat appreciated his efforts. He couln't help himself but return the lick before returning to his real family.

Violet sent a gentle look at her mate, but much to her suprise, didn't get anything in return. Instand of usually laying next to her, he laid on one hayball above her, just like Banjo does. Sighing, Violet put her head on her paws and fell asleep. Straw felt a little insecure, wondering what they are going to say. Heck, it won't last long until someone finds out! Banjo is still the biggest threat, as he noticed that she already watched his ankwardly.

The morning came earlier every single day, pointing out summers soon-to-be arrival. Violet's kits were the first ones to wake up, hyperly poking their mother. Actually, after taking a lookaround, the she-cat saw that they weren't first. Eighter that or Straw was sleepwalking. The tom sat outside the barn, looking into the sky. Banjo enjoyed the streak of light falling on and warming her up. The barn was pretty old, of course the roof couln't stay new forever. Sometimes a good thing, but mostly bad.

Sighing, Straw got up, taking a drink from the puddle. The presence of Bloodstone made it much harder for him to face his own family. It felt like he was betraying them, all of them, not just Violet. The twin toms bounced into Bloodstone, looking at her belly looking for her kits.
"We heard there are some kits!" one of them meowed. Both were eager to meet her daughters, bouncing around their nest.
"Now, now... Isn't that a little impolite, boys?" Straw asked, finally walking inside.