New Kits

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    Every peice of her fur prickled with anxiousness. The last few days had Violeteyes on her toes rather then resting. She slid through the entrance of the nursery uneasily. Violeteyes had felings of doubt about wether she'd make a good mother. The she-cat released a heavy sigh as she began to make the outline of her moss bedding when a sharp pain struck Violeteyes.


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    The sun had just risen above the busy camp this morning. Violeteyes was curled around to tiny kits. Their small muzzles were pressed against their mother's belly searching for nourishing milk. She eagerly awaited Hardwing's arrival however, until then she licked the top of each one's head and rest her chin apon her paws.

    Hardwing had noticed that instead of resting, Violeteyes had been running around everywhere. He knew very well that she was carrying his kits and he couldn't wait. He wasn't sure how good of a father he would be but he was sure Violeteyes would be a wonderful mother and he would try his best. He walked into the nursery hoping to see Violeteyes with the kits and his wish had come true. He stared for a moment. It was overwhelming and they were so beautiful. He walked to her slowly. "Hello hun." He purred and licked her ear then his gazed flipped to the kits. "They're so beautiful... im sure they get it from you." He purred with a gentle gaze as he looked back up at her.

    Violeteyes let out a soft purr of pleasure. Beautiful, I know. Her Violet gaze was rest on the kits. They need names. She mewed.

    Hardwing looked at the kits and swayed his tabby tail back and forth. "Name them what you want. Their names will be perfect either way.

    The she-cat shook her head. No, I just thought you'd like to be apart of what we'd call them. She murmered, nuzzling each of the kits.

    Hardwing blinked as though he had insulted her in a way. "Sure i will. I just thought maybe you would want to name them." He meowed with his ears against his head. He looked at a smoky kit and nuzzled it gently. "How about Mothkit for this one?" He asked.

    What a beautiful name Violeteyes purred, she licked Mothkit gentlely. I think we should name the ginger one Squirrelkit. What do you think?