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"Blackclaw?" Mistyfoot called out her mate's name. Blackclaw turned.

"Yes, Mistyfoot?" Mistyfoot hesitated, taking a deep breath. Blackclaw waited for her to speak.

"I'm expect kits -- our kits," the she-cat announced to the black tom. Blackclaw's expression was full of happiness.

"Really? That's great!" Mistyfoot was glad that her mate was happy and she smiled at him. "They'll be the greatest warriors RiverClan has ever seen!"

"Yeah," Mistyfoot purred in agreement.

"What's that?" a familiar voice croaked. Mistyfoot turned her head and noticed Greypool.

"Greypool, what are you doing out here?" she questioned her foster mother. Mistyfoot had no idea that Greypool wasn't her real mother.

"Getting fresh-kill because none of the apprentices got me some," Greypool replied.

"You go back to the elder's den and rest while I'll go and get you a piece of fresh-kill," Mistyfoot mewed.

"Thanks, but I've got legs of my own. I may be an elder, but I can still walk."

"Okay, then," Mistyfoot said.

"Anyway, what was that you were saying about kits?" Greypool asked.

"Mistyfoot's expecting my kits," Blackclaw mewed to the elder for his mate.

"That's good news," Greypool mewed and began to walk away.

"Mudfur said that they'll be coming in about a moon," Mistyfoot told Blackclaw.

"Okay," Blackclaw mewed. "I think you should start moving into the nursery. I don't think it'll help if you continue with your warrior duties."

"I haven't really planned on moving into the nursery yet," Mistyfoot admitted. "But I think it's too soon."

"Okay. Why don't we start thinking of names?" Blackclaw suggested. Mistyfoot nodded.

"Sure."

"I was thinking of Beetlekit for a tom."

"Okay. If there's a she-cat it could be called... Primrosekit," Mistyfoot mewed.

"Primrosekit," Blackclaw echoed. "I think that's a great name." And so the two mates kept thinking of names to give to their kits when they were born,