A long haired ginger tabby queen padded to the nursery, her belly swollen with unborn kits. This was not her first litter, this wasn't her second litter either, but this is her third litter. This might be her last litter. She looked for her mate, Nightpath a black battle scared tom. She was close to kitting, their third and maybe last litter.
This was however, her first litter in the new Snowclan camp. "Nightpath?" she meowed, calling her mate. Her mate, and her have been through many things together, she has had their first litter, back at their old home, while Nightpath was out to the great-war against Bloodclan. She walked to a nest, not in the front but not the last nest in the nursery. But it was the second to last nest in the nursery.