Featherstorm laid on her nest with three kits suckling milk. The young queen carefully placed them in order that they where born. Waiting for her mate to come and meet his kits
"oh My they are adorable.2 she's and a Tom. Did you name them?"he mewed to his mate. He licked all three kits an finally licked his mate on the cheek. Then sat down.
"No We need a name that has gentleness thorn kit is good but it wouldn't fit him. Swift kit maybe if you want,but if you dont it doesn't have to be swiftkit.
"Or maybe firekit. One of those firekit since he will have the firceness and deadliness of fire to protect his clanmates and the warmness of fire to comfort and care for his clan."he mewed.