"Yes please! I would appreciate that, but I can do it." She heaved herself to her paws and grabbed some prey for all of them, giving Strikewhisper a lick on her way back to the nursery. "Here you go!" She said, handing each one of them a piece before settling down and eating hers.
"Thanks, but are you sure you should be working yourself like that?" she asked, eyeing her with worry.
"Oh, I'm fine." She mewed. "I only have 2 in here." She gestured to her belly.
"Yes, but still... Don't worry, I'll stop pestering. The only cats I'll mother will be the three, I promise," she laughed, gesturing to her kits.
Whiteshine laughed too. "I hear your kits are.... special."
"All kits are special. But yes, they're part of a prophecy. Like Sunshine's."
Whiteshine nodded, agreeing. Suddenly she gasped in pain. "Ow! What are you two doing in there?" She asked her belly.
"I remember when it seemed like I had apprentices doing battle training inside of me."
"Oh boy, sounds like I'm in for a treat." She joked.
(Sure! Any preference for names or looks or anything?)
