Over a moon had passed since the battle. Dustpaw and Darksky had just returned from hunting. A cool breeze ruffled Foxshade's fur as he lay on the ground, sharing to tongues with Greyear. Ivytail's litter of kits, Mosskit, Leafkit and Flowerkit were tumbling around, letting out little squeals of excitement. Silverkit and Sunkit came running out after them and leaped onto them. Frostshine came out from the medicine cat den and padded over to the fresh kill pile to grab a mouse. Foxshade stood, and walked to the nursery. There lay Nightsoul, her new litter of kit suckling away.
"Have you named them?" Foxshade asked, voice quavering slightly as he entered.
Nightsoul looked up and nodded. "The big one is Sparrowkit. The little she-cat is Blackkit." Nightsoul drew a breath. "And this is Snowkit."
Foxshade looked at the littlest of the three kits, a little tom. His fur was white and he had vibrant blue eyes. "That's-that's great." Foxshade meowed softly. "He would love that."

The end! Tell me in the coments what you thought. Thanks for reading!❤️
/Wolfi🐺