[Chapter Two] _____________________________________________ “Please, Maplestar, our kits are fine,” Moonbeam would meow impatiently, glaring at the tom-leader with great annoyance, pawing at his shoulder playfully. “Besides, you know that they are Skyclan’s future. They will grow up to be great warriors, maybe even a deputy or a leader.” She would purr. One moon ago, Moonbeam realized that she was having a litter of kits. Maplestar seemed anxious, and had very little patience for such a noble and cunning leader. Moonbeam, on the other paw, was proud and would enjoy the thought of having three obedient, or maybe jumpy kists for her to look after, and to be hers. “And while I'm at it, I might as well go for a little hunt as well.” Moonbeam meowed, her stomach rumbling at the very thought of having a fat, juicy vole to share with the other queens. “You can’t! You're pr3gnant with our kits. You must stay here!” Maplestar exclaimed, his eyes widening that Moonbeam would want to go hunting. “Fine.” Moonbeam hissed defiantly, noticing that SilverMew was waking up, opening her mouth for a great yawn to reveal a great amount of sharp, white needle-like teeth. SilverMew had two litters of two kits each. She was experienced, and knew how to get the perfect night of satisfying rest. “Good morning, Moonbeam.” SilverMew greeted her, her whiskers quivering for her kits’ apprentice ceremony today. “As for you, Maplestar,” She would meow again, dipping her head in respect indicating to the Skyclan leader. Moonbeam smiled softly at the kits as they put their tiny heads restfully on SilverMew. “They are looking stronger every time!” Moonbeam would put her head on her silver shiny paws, getting a better loot at the tiny kits. I can’t believe I was that small at one time! Thought Moonbeam, getting up suddenly, struggling to get her paws under herself, her body heaving under the weight of her kits.
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