Breeze playfully nudged Lord Ember. Since they'd been married, Ember was now Lord of the Sky Kingdom. Some dragoncats protested a lot but all got silenced by Breeze's death glare.

"They're so cute," she murmured. "That one looks like you."

Breeze nosed a small bundle of red-and-white fur. Red outnumbered white like fire and ice. He let out a small squeak. "I want to call him Cranberry." Breeze whispered.

"Yes. That's perfect." Ember replied.

The happy mates were in their new bedroom, built by Glide. It had been two months since the battle against the evil queen. Four tiny kitlings were nested at her belly. Cranberry was the youngest, next was Dove, a small female pure white kittling, Phoenix, a lithe male kittling who looked exactly like his brother and the oldest was Ivory, an identical copy of Dove.

"Look," Ember joyously observed. "My sons look like me."

"And my daughters look like me."

Breeze sighed happily.

Dove squeaked in protest as Breeze shifted. Cranberry nuzzled deeper into Breeze's soft belly fur. Phoenix and Ivory were wrestling already. It'd been a month since the four were born. Phoenix and Ivory showed a lot of power, while Dove and Cranberry preferred the comfort of their mother.

For the first month, neither knew what to name their offspring. Now, names popped into the mates' heads, so which they named.

"Lady Breeze, Lord Volcano has requested to meet your kittlings." General Turbulence bowed at the front of the ajar bedroom door.

"Let him in!" called Ember.

Volcano stepped into the room lit by sunlight. He purred when he saw the kittlings. Breeze respectfully gathered her kittlings with a sweep of her tail to let Ember discuss private things with Volcano. "We were fighting!" Phoenix indignantly said.

"I was going to win!"

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

"No way!"

"Kittlings!" Breeze ordered. "shushy. Your father's talking to his original Lord."

Ivory gasped. "I thought daddy is a Lord!" she whispered. "Wow!" Cranberry murmured. Phoenix poked a sleeping Dove with one paw. She shoved him off. "Mummy," Dove muttered.

"Don't disturb Dove," Breeze gently guided Phoenix to Ivory. "Go wrestle with your sister." Phoenix mewed with happiness and pounced on Ivory. Soon the two were pounding each other with soft paws.

Volcano dipped his head to Ember and advanced to Breeze. She swept the kits close to her belly. Before any could protest, Breeze introduced Volcano. "This is Lord Volcano of the Fire Realm. You may call him Lord."
Volcano chuckled. "No, it's alright. You can call me Vol, which is what my children called me." His eyes glazed over.

"Are they-" Breeze was too scared to ask.

"Yes." Volcano answered. "Lady Spark and my children Flame and Magma. All dead. By an illness."
Breeze shuddered. "I can't imagine Ember dead. I'm sorry. But," she glanced at her kittlings, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Even the usual-shy Dove was wide awake. "Here are my offspring. This is Dove." She nosed her daughter. "Ivory, Cranberry and Phoenix."
"Hey!" Phoenix protested. "Why did you mention me last?"

Volcano laughed. "They've got a lot of spirit, don't they?"

Breeze purred in agreement.