Honeytail stepped out of the nursery, her belly swollen from unborn kits. Her mate, Stickwhisker padded forwards and licker her cheek. "Our kits will be amazing." Honeytail laughed. "I just hope they come soon. I'm starting to wonder if they'll ever show up!" She mewed. Stickwhisker purred. "I promise they'll be great." Honeytail brushed her golden head upon Stickwhisker. "I'm going for a walk. I'll be back soon." Stickwhisker looked concerned. "Sure you'll be alright?" Honeytail nodded. "Yes. Just to Sunning Rocks." She purred, and padded away. Stickwhisker paced back in forth, muttering things.