Stargleam wanted to run back to the camp, but she walked slowly back, swiping at a tree root that was blocking her path.

"Jayfeather!" Stargleam yowled. "I think I'm expecting kits!"

Jayfeather sighed. He pointed at a moss ness next to a pile of catmint and poppy seeds.

"Lie down here." The tom purred.

Jayfeather gently put his paw on the she-cat's belly. Jayfeather poked a kit.

"Ouch!" Stargleam hissed.

Jayfeather looked stunned. "Those are definitely kits. They look like they are going to be coming in a few days!"

Stargleam's almost-closed eyes shot open. "A few days? How did I not know I was expecting before this?"

Jayfeather just shook his head. "Who's your mate?"

Stargleam froze. It was as if her blood had turned to ice. "How do I say this? It's-It's Jazzsong."

Jazzsong, who has just walked over, was shocked. Her eyes widened. It was as if they were about to fall out.

"What? But why?" Jazzsong asked.

"I know. But... I love you!" Stargleam said.