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Chapter 2: Mistystar, Stonefur, and Mosskit

Bluefur's felt the kits lurching inside her. Dragging herself to the border between RiverClan and ThunderClan she collapsed by the river. Calling for her mate, she waited for him to appear. When he didn't she said angrily to herself, "Rotten tom-a-toe." Bluefur started to push her kits out, and two hours later, successfully gave birth to three healthy kits. The faced the three kits. "Whoa. You three are all the same color. You have no individuality."

The three kits squirmed against her side, whimpering softly.

Bluefur looked at the kits. "What to name you, what to name you." Picking up one of the kits, the only boy, she nearly fell over. "You are FAT! You are like a great big stone." She paused. "Stonekit!" She jumped with joy. "I am a genius!"

Finally, a brown shape weaved down the bank on the opposite side of the river. Oakheart.

'Oakheart," Bluefur said angrily. "Did you not hear my calling?"

"I'm sorry Bluey," he said in a simpering voice.

Bluefur recoiled. "BLUEY! DO I LOOK LIKE A BLUEBERRY! I'm not that fat am I?"

Oakheart stared at her round belly and opened his mouth.

"Don't answer that."

Oakheart's mouth closed with a snap. Readying his paws to leap into the river to swim to his mate, he was interrupted by a voice.

"OH Oakheart honey!"

Bluefur's head whipped around. She hissed as she saw Graypool sitting on the other side, her tail curled around her tail.

Graypool looked across the river. "Oaky honey, why are you talking to stinky paws over there?" Looking at Bluefur. "Hey Stinkyfur. I see you had kits?"

Bluefur hissed at the she cat. "Go away Fartpool. No one wants you here."

"I know Oakheart wants me here. Right Oakheart?" Graypool looked at Oakheart, her eyes looking at him lovingly,

Oakheart gagged. "Uh sure…."

Graypool weaved herself around Oakheart, purring. "I'll be waiting at camp for you sweetie."

Now it was Bluefur's time to gag. She threw up, unfortunately, on her kits' heads.

The kits squealed and squirmed as the remains of her lunch, a mouse, fell on their heads.

"Oops," Bluefur muttered. "Sorry kids." Glaring at Graypool, she watched her leave, all the while muttering, "Fartypoo is going home, going home. Please don't let her fart on my head. She can't even eat a mouse without farting very loudly and irritating everybody. Not as loudly Oakheart screams when he sees a skunk though."

Oakheart appeared at her side. "What?"

"Uhh nothing…"
Oakheart nosed the kits. "What are their names."

"Well I was GETTING there when you and Miss Annoying appeared."

"And that is my fault how?"

"Everything is your fault."

"Hmf."

One of the kits, a girl, bit Bluefur on the tail, and though she had no sharp teeth, it still hurt. Bluefur gave a small shriek. "Stupid kit." Taking the kit by the scruff of her neck, Bluefur dragged the kit in front of her. "I hate you and your siblings. You shouldn't be alive!"
Oakheart shoved her gently. "That's not nice. I know that you are afraid of the outcome of this but…"

Bluefur stared at the she-kit. "Like the mist, I wish you would disappear. So I name you Mistykit."

The kit looked annoyed, even with her eyes closed. She scooted away from her mother, squeaking indignantly.

Oakheart looked at Mistykit. "Well she's gray so—"

"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO NAME HER GRAYKIT!"
"I wasn't going too!"

"YOU BETTER NOT TELL ME TO NAME MY KIT AFTER A CRAZY CAT WHO WISHES EVERY LEAFBARE THAT SANTA CLAUS WILL COME AND GIVE HER A YEARS WORTH OF CATMINT."

"I was going to say—"

"AND TO TRY TO MAKE HIM COME, SHE HOSTS STRANGE RITUALS WHERE SHE DANCES AROUND A TREE THAT HAS A FACE LIKE THINGY ON IT CHANTING 'PLEASE COME SANTA PLEASE COME! I'VE BEEN A GOOD GIRL!"

"I was going to say that I agree with you!"

"Oh."

Oakheart shook her head. "Moving on from your… outburst. What are we going to name the last kit?"

"I don't care," Bluefur muttered. "You decide. As long as its not Graykit."

Oakheart rolled his eyes. "Well I love the smell of fresh moss, so why not name her moss kit."

Bluefur actually looked pleased. 'I love that!"
The small kit purred and pressed herself against her mother.

Bluefur looked tenderly at the kit. "You are my favorite."

Stonekit and Mistykit squeaked indignantly.

Oakheart nuzzled the small kits. "I love you both so much."

After a couple touching moments, Bluefur muttered, "Well this is awkward. Lets go." Touching her nose with Oakheart's one more time, she took the three kits by the scruffs of their necks, and ignoring their squeaks, started back to camp.

And end chapter!

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