Dewkit bushed out her fur, the cold chilling her to her bones.

It had been a moon sense she was allowed out of the medicine den, and she was completely healed now. Leaf-bare has gripped it's cold claws on the forest.

Dewkit was sitting outside with Stormkit and Firekit, and her stomach growled.
"Let's go get some fresh kill!" She purred. "I'm starving!"

Dewkit leaped up and dashed to the fresh kill pile, Stormkit hot on her tail. Firekit was close behind, actually enjoying himself for once.

Dewkit dashed to the pile, and grabbed a plump mouse from the pile. Stormkit chased her down, while Firekit grabbed a sparrow.
Dewkit and Stormkit shared the mouse, while Firekit polished off the skinny bird.

All of a sudden, a screech rang out over the clearing.
Lilyfur hurried out of the nursery, quickly rushing to Skyheart.

Skyheart burst out of the den, quickly vanishing into the nursery.
Lilyfur went into the warrior den, and when she came out Ashpelt was at her heals.

"What's going on?" Dewkit asked Lilyfur. She paused for a moment, Ashpelt running past her, and replied.

"Snowheart is kitting."
She explained quickly, before following Ashpelt into the nursery.

Another screech burst from the nursery, and cats started coming out of the Warriors den.

Quailheart flattened her ears, closing her eyes tight. Dustwhisker was pacing, his eyes blazing.
"Why are you so worried?" Dewkit asked him. "Your not the father."

Dustwhisker stopped, and his eyes met Dewkit's.
"We have to sit back and listen Snowheart fight this battle by herself." He explained. "We can't help. It drives the Warriors insane."

Just then, Skyheart came out of the den, her eyes dull.
"Five kits." She announced.
"Two of them dead."

"How's Snowheart?"
Sparrowclaw called out.

"Weak." Skyheart replied. "She might not live."

The Warriors went silent. Dovestar came out of the den and sat down on the Highrock.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting."
She called.

Dewkit, Stormkit, and Firekit all went over to the elders den, to watch the meeting in secret.
All the other cats gathered in the center of the camp.

"Today, we mourn the death of Snowheart's two dead kits, who hadn't even had names yet. However, three healthy kits were born, and ThunderClan will be strong again!"

The cats cheered, enlightened by the encouragement.
The cats spread out into groups again, and Dewkit slid into the nursery.

Three tiny kits were squirming by Snowheart's belly, and she stared at them proudly. Ashpelt was beside her.

"What will you name them?" Dewkit asked.

Snowheart pointed her nose to a tan she kit with a white underbelly and said,
"This will be Fernkit."

She then pointed to another she kit, this one a white she kit with black stripes and purrs,
"This will be Willowkit."

And finally she pointed to a reddish brown tom and said,
"This one will be Redkit."

For some reason, Dewkit's eyes lingered on Redkit for a moment longer. However, she ignored it.

Phew, that was longer than usual! Oh, and the picture above is Willowkit.