The wind blew in the moonlit camp as Yellowfang padded into the nursery. Inside Frostfur lay with two tiny kits next to her belly.
A tom and a she-kit, the tom was the bigger of the two and a golden brown and the she-kit was gray. Yellowfang dropped the herbs she was carrying and nudged them towards the white queen.
"These will help your milk come" she meowed quietly at the questioning look the queen gave her.
"Have you named them?" Frostfur looked down at her kits pride glistening in her gaze as she let out a loving purr.
"Yes" she touched the golden brown tom with her nose and breathed in his scent as though imprinting it on her heart.
"Brackenkit" the little she-kit let out a squeak that made Frostfur chuckle.
"Cinderkit" at the sound of her name the she-kit grew quiet again as though she knew what an important moment this was. Yellowfangs eyes sparkled.
" those are beautiful names, I have a feeling these kits are destined for greatness".