"No... They're around 2 moons old now. It's time they start learning how to live without me for a few hours." She soothed, still grooming her.“Am I keeping you from your kits?” she asked quietly, lifting her wide eyes to look at the young queen.
She sighed, and reluctantly mewed, “Okay.”
Flamefrost sighed. “Where’s Snowpaw?”
"C'mon, let's get going!" Owlherb pressed.
Feathersky gave her comforting glance. "Don't worry, none of these cats will die on my watch. I promise."
He looked around camp. "I'm... not sure." He mewed after a moment.