Heathertail lay in the nursery, two kits suckling. One was a golden tabby she-cat, with her father's amber eyes. Lionkit, that was what she named her. Beside Lionkit lay a light brown tabby tom with heather-colored eyes. Skykit suited him. Breezepelt had been killed in a fox-trap, much to Heathertail's relief.

A slight shiver went down her spine; Ashstar had been very surprised at Lionkit's coloring: golden tabby. Skykit was never suspected of being related to Lionblaze, but something told Heathertail that her son would take after his father.

Smiling, she lay her tail over her nose, and fell asleep… her beautiful kits would be the best kits in WindClan, with their father's strong, fighting skills, and gentle, loyal heart… and their mother's caring soul, astonishing speed, and long legs.

Author's Note: So there; end of the story… right? WRONG! I'm making another story with Lionkit, and Skykit. Titled: Rising of the Lion, and the Sky