All right, that's it.

Salmonstripe padded into camp with another kit! So many kits. Luckily Dewleaf will help me. Blacktail left me... The queen bounded into camp, though it was hard with her swollen belly. Slowly she limped into the nursery, only to get greeted by her other sleeping kits. She placed the ginger kit next to them, and lay down.

OOC: If people don't make cats for her how is she gonna be pregnant? People, she needs at least one kit to be born! Someone, please help.

Whitekit's amber eyes widened at the two small kits, he prodded one with his one white paw and made a face of disgust. "What is that..?" He mewed to the older cat who had fed him.

"That is your sister. The one next to her is your brother. The she-cat is Racoonkit and the tom..." She mewed, quickly making up names. "Swampkit... Yes, Swampkit and Racoonkit. And you're Whitekit!" She said, giving a purr and a laugh.

He sniffed one kit, Racoonkit, and stepped back. Littermates? Great.

The gray she-cat looked at the newly-named Whitekit. "What's wrong? Do you feel ok? Are you hungry or tired? Bored?" Salmonstripe asked, quietly as of not to wake up Racoonkit and Swampkit.

He looked up at the big cat, concern showing in her eyes. "I'm fine" He mewed and rubbed against her legs, something in his cold heart told him to do. As when his mother was alive he did that to comfort her.

Raccoonkit was awake. She was pretending to be asleep, like usual. Slowly opening her eyes, the she-kit growled at the new cat. Her eyes spoke for her as she stared at Salmonstripe; she did not want to be this cat's brother. I only like being Swampkit's sister, Raccoonkit thought. She hissed and swiped a sheathed paw at Whitekit.

Whitekit growled back and jumped on the kitten, using his weight to hold her down, he spat, "Don't you dare swipe at me fluff ball!"

Salmonstripe smiled. "Ah, I see. Littermates. You don't want any, do you?" She asked, purring. "I've never met my littermates. I don't even know if I have any!" The she-cat exclaimed, then lay down. "Let's go to sleep now. If you need something, that doesn't include milk, ask Dewleaf. I'll be sleeping. And if you're hungry, I have milk." She yawned, her eyes feeling heavy. A moment later the queen was in a deep sleep.

Whitekit shrugged and kept on battering his new sister

Raccoonkit ignored her mother and sank her sharp teeth into Whitekit's leg as he held her down. Her eyes narrowed and her tiny claws came out. "Get off, mouse-dung," she hissed. "I already have a brother and I don't need another."

Alerted, Salmonstripe woke up with a start. "Racoonkit! Whitekit! What are you doing?" She asked worriedly, blinking her eyes rapidly. She narrowed her eyes and pulled Whitekit away from Racoonkit. "Stop fighting! Dewleaf! Help me here!"

Whitekit gave a yelp and bit down on her ear, and hissed, "I never said I wanted a sister either!"

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At the sound of a yelp, Dewleaf, who had been nearby, poked her head in the nursery and gasped at the fighting kits, she plucked Whitekit off of Racoonkit and pinned her ears. "What in great Starclan do you think you're doing?" She whispered harshly as not to disturb Salmonstripe.

So, you wanna play that game? Blood trickled down the she-cat's face from her ear as she wailed loudly and cried. She ran over to her mother and hid herself underneath her, crouching under her legs. "Get the mean tom away," she yowled as she forced tears to fall. Raccoonkit was a great faker...or she was at least half-faking.

Whitekit struggled in the air and narrowed his eyes, two can play at that, He wailed and flailed his bleeding paw, as Dewleaf set him down he whimpered and showed Salmonstripe. "She bit me so I bit her!"