It had been moons since I became mates with Finchfeather, I was expecting his kits. I looked down at my round belly, I purred and wondered how many there would be. I padded out of the nursery, I closed my eyes as a cool breeze ruffled my fur. Finchfeather padded over a mouse in his jaws, I purred.
"You didn't have to," I said.
"Queens and elders eat before everyone else," he said, I nuzzled him before taking a bite of my mouse. When I finished my mouse a snowflake fell on my nose, I sneezed and went inside the nursery. The snow fell heavy that night, pain surged through my body. Finchfeather padded in to check on me, I was in so much pain. He ran out to get Snowpetal, when they got back the first kit was already coming.
A few minutes later.
I looked at the two small kits suckling at my side, I purred.
"You did great," Finchfeather said, he purred.
"What should we name them?" I asked.
"Well they are both she-kits, I think the gingery grey one should be called Dawnkit," Finchfeather said.
"And the little pale grey one should be called Lillykit," I said.
"They are perfect names," Snowpetal said, she padded out of the nursery.

Here they are guys the two kits, one of these kits has a powerful prophecy for their future kits. I am not going to spoil, no matter how much you bug me. To say this much the prophecy happens next book, that's all I am going to say.