Kits of her own...
It was like some sort of beautiful fantasy that was unfolding right before her eyes, and she never wanted it to end.
The pain had all been worth it, it had been such a joy to see the little, fluffy kittens that were hers and hers alone. The only sad thing about it all was the fact that the two bundles of fur would never know their father, Eaglefang. They would never have the chance to meet him until they joined him in StarClan, but that was something that Wisteriapool didn't want to think about. The young queen had spent so much of her time obsessing over and caring for Featherheart's kits alongside her brother's mate, but she had her own daughters to look after, now. Of course, that didn't mean that she was going to dismiss her nieces and nephews, that simply meant that she had to devote her time to the kits that were her own.
Wisteriapool felt as if the secret of her pregnancy had been very well-kept. She hadn't told Featherheart, Wildfire, or Dappledpaw. The queens in the nursery hadn't even been surprised when she had moved in. It was as if the she-cat was destined to become a mother. Her kits were still young, but their eyes had already opened, and they had already said their first words and taken their first steps. Watching her daughters taking their 'firsts' had been such a joyous occasion for Wisteriapool. Now, it was time for them to go out and explore, to see the camp that they would be growing up in, and to meet the cats that were on the outside.
A loving smile graced the timid queen's face as she gave Lilykit and Clearkit a single lick on both of their small heads and smoothed down the patches of fur between their ears.
"I-It's ti-time, my da-darlings," Wisteriapool purred, quietly, "I-It's ti-time to see th-the camp."
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