Sweetberry pressed against Ripplestrike. His scent wreathed around her, of fish and reeds and water. Of RiverClan. Her Clan. Their Clan. It was so different, watching the sunset of the riverbank, than the secret meetings they used to have. But nothing would ever be a secret again. She shot a swift glance at the nursery. Through the entrance, she could see her kits. Silverkit's paws twitched in his sleep, and his tiny fangs were bared in a snarl. Fighting enemy warriors in his dreams. He was so much like Ripplestrike, from his silver tabby fur to his courage and energy. Beside him, a creamy golden she-kit, small and light-framed, lay with her chest peacefully rising and falling. She looked like Sweetberry's sister, Suncreek, though admittedly did not share the WindClan deputy's bravery and readiness. Instead, Lilykit was cautious and observing, good traits for a warrior. The final kit, a brown tabby tom, swiped his forepaw at the moss while he snored softly, certainly dreaming that he was hooking a fish out of the river. Rabbitkit was loyal and brave. He was protective of Lilykit and tried hard to match up with Silverkit's play-fighting skills. All three of them made her heart swell with pride when she watched them. Ripplestrike twined his tail with hers. The first warriors of StarClan were beginning to shine in frosty splendor as they formed Silverpelt. "Such a perfect night," commented Ripplestrike. Sweetberry nodded. "It couldn't be better."
I know it's closed, I just colored for fun. :)
