Rainrunner paced outside the cat flap, occasionally glancing inside to see if Orchid had finished. It was the most exciting day of his life. His mate was kitting! But it seemed as if a frog was flopping around in his stomach. Would she be okay? Would the kits be okay? Then he saw his twoleg call him in. And there lay three beautiful kits, one light yellowish-brown, one light brown, and one pale yellow. And there was his mate, exhausted. He gave her a lick on the forehead. "Let's name the light brown one Lynx, and the yellowish-brown one Mustard. You decide the name for the pale one." Orchid said. Rainrunner thought for a bit. "Wheatkit." he decided. With a sigh, he lay with his mate. "They're perfect. Like their mother."
Rainrunner is deaf and reads whiskers.
