A long time later on the mountains Dove had a second litter of kits. "They're beautiful Dove." Thorn looked at his kits. If only Pine and Daisy could see them, he thought. He sighed. Dove's mother had died to, in a storm. One kit, stood out among he rest, he was white. He was as small as Pine was. He sounded like Pine, but he wasn't. Pine was gone. He ran down the mountain. He walked through the forest, kicking every rock in his path as hard as he could. He noticed a bird fly back to her nest of baby birds. He sighed, maybe he should leave. Everyone he loved has died. He does not want Dove or their kits to die too. He ran, then stopped. What was he thinking? They were going to need a father. He raced back after a short hunt. "Dove! Oh, I almost made a terrible mistake! I was so depressed I was going to run away. But, I couldn't leave you, or the kits." She turned around, her eyes watery. "What?" He looked at where she was looking, there was a small hole, with a gray cat inside it. "Haha, got you daddy!" The cat jumped out and tackled him. "Don't ever do that again," He snarled. "Or I'll have to eat you up!" He chased the cat around on the mountaintop. "I won't! I won't! I promise! Haha!" Thekit ran into the cave. Then Dove went in after him, then Thorn.