by Hopeflower » Sat Oct 02, 2010 7:24 pm
Hawksight let out a quiet gasp. "No wonder we lost sight of him," she meowed with sudden understanding, her eyes widening in distress. "We should've suspected something was wrong..." Her paws kneaded the pebbles restlessly. "How do you intend to get him back?"
Lightstorm let out a purr. "That's fantastic," he meowed. He moved to rest behind Heatherpelt, unable to take his eyes from the kits. "What should we name them?" he asked his mate. She blinked at him tiredly, but with a softness in her eyes he'd never seen before. "I was thinking...Breezekit for the black tom," she replied. "But the other two...I haven't been able to settle on names for them yet." "How about Cinderkit, for the gray she-cat?" Lightstorm suggested, touching his nose to the tiny gray cat's head. "Cinderkit...I like it." Heatherpelt turned her blue gaze to the brown tabby. "Breezekit, Cinderkit...and, how do you like the name Bramblekit?" Lightstorm's purr rumbled in his throat as he licked her cheek. "I think it's a perfect name for her. They're all beautiful, Heatherpelt...just like you."
Robinflight had noticed the commotion around the nursery. Murmurs of the proud parents' names reached his ears; Lightstorm and Heatherpelt's kits had arrived. Two she-cats and a tom. He smiled. He was happy for them; it was obvious how much they loved each other, and right now Lightstorm must feel as though he were walking on clouds. His gaze slid sideways and he found himself gazing at Poppytail, Emberspots, and Vixentail. The tortoiseshell was sharing tongues with her former apprentice as her daughter groomed Poppytail's back. The murmur of their voices reached him faintly, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. His gaze lingered on the russet-colored she-cat for a few seconds before he realized he was staring and looked away, embarrassed and hoping no one had seen him looking. He was one of the Clan's deputies; he couldn't afford to let himself get distracted from his duties. But...all the same, he found himself glancing back towards Vixentail. Maybe he should ask her if she'd like to hunt with him... He gave his head a shake. Focus, Robinflight! he scolded himself, firmly setting his gaze on the camp entrance.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
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