Troutkit let out a loud mew, testing out his voiceLarkpaw licked her newborn kits with unrestrained affection. Her tiny frame still heaved with each breath and trembled from the effort of delivering her kits a minute before, but now nothing mattered to her more than her mate and kits. "Blackblood!" She called out in a shakey mew for her mate to come and see their new kits.
Blackblood rushed over, purring. He began to lick the tiny scraps of fur then pressed up against Larkpaw, licking her ears. "They're beautiful." He murmured