Sweetberry nudged her kits to her belly and began licking them. The dark brown she-cat was the weakest, she flopped limply to the side when Sweetberry tried to push her daughter closer to her. Sweetberry licked her frantically, but after several heartbeats, the kit's shallow breathing stopped altogether. Grief crashed down on her, choking her. She rested her nose against her dead kit. StarClan would need to know her by a name. "Specklekit," she mewed aloud. "Your name is Specklekit, my daughter." The pale brown flecks on Specklekit's muzzle gave her her name. Summoning her remaining strength, Sweetberry drew her surviving kits closer with her tail. She licked the brown tabby tom's ear. She would give him a name that could remind her of the moor. "Rabbitkit." She pressed her muzzle against the creamy golden she-kit. Suncreek. This kit looked just like Sweetberry's sister. The kit mewled and wriggled closer to her belly. "Your name will be Lilykit." Like the river. Finally, she turned to the silver tabby tom. So much like Ripplestrike . . . "As for you, my son, I'll name you Silverkit." There. They all had names. She licked each one, feeling joy rise in her heart. She would do anything she could to protect them. They would grow up as loyal WindClan warriors. Then, with a pang of grief, she began to claw a hole in the soft earth. Gently, she lifted Specklekit into it. As she buried her daughter, Sweetberry wondered if she would ever see Specklekit in StarClan. But right now, her other kits needed her. She gripped each by the scruff and, slowly, returned to camp. They were safe. No one knew her secret. For now.
All credit to -SkyStar- for the lineart! Credit to Pomchi76 for the project I remixed. The story above is Sweetberry after her kitting. She fell in love with a RiverClan warrior named Ripplestrike, but she's WindClan.
