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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."

Lilykit woke up and looked at her mother. "M-Mama? Do we have t-to go back to th-the p-place with all the c-cats?" Lilyki mewed. She shuddered at thinking of being stared at again, by all those cats. She stood up, looking into the clearing with caution. "Mama? Where's Daddy? Is he here?" Lilykit squeaked, turning to look at her mother.

To say that Featherheart was excited was an understatement. The orange tom was estatic. The moment Wisteriapool had joined the nursery instead of the warrior's den, he felt a sense of anticipation. Soon, his sister's kits would be born. The family would be larger, and he couldn't be prouder of her. His shy sister, had a mate. Who it was, he still wasn't sure. With all his time in the medicine den he suspected that it was a romance that was swift, he hadn't seen her around other toms lately? At least none she seemed interested in.

He purred as he slowly padded toward the nursery entrance to see the two little bundles that Wisteriapool had. A squirrel in his jaws that he laid before her with a smile and an affectionate look at the small kits.
"Good morning Wisteriapool." He rumbled, then looked down at Lilykit and backed away to give the kit space to charge out ahead if she wanted to. Knowing Lilykit's personality however, he doubted it. "Is it time for their first exploration?" He asked as he moved to sit next to her.

"...Remember when it was us?" He mewed suddenly. His mind filled with images from long ago. Back when they were kits with Flickerkit and Wildkit. When the snows of leafbare were deep, when their father had been around. A soft chuckle broke through his muzzle as he remembered Flickerkit's eagerness. "It feels like it was so long ago." He looked down at the dirt at his paws. Far more different than the soft snow. Though it was still soft enough if he raked his claws through it.

Rainpaw trotted into the nursery with a small bundle of herbs and a plump squirrel hanging by it's tail in his mouth. He made a big deal out of checking on the queens and kits. Especially the queens who didn't openly speak about their kits. He wanted to have healthy apprentices in the ranks when the time came. He flicked his tail softly, placing the items down and nudging the squirrel to his aunt. It seemed that as Wildfire grew more distant, Rainpaw did the opposite. Dawnpetal's death had gotten to him and he knew that he had to appreciate the family he had. "Morning, Wisteriapool. I brought you some borage leaves to help with nursing." His gaze drifted to Lilykit. "It's so strange to have a cousin so young." He smiled, shaking his head. Looking to Featherheart, he spoke up again. "Oh dear, we've brought the same gift... Well, I guess we can share what's left." He thought for a moment and perked up. "Wisteriapool, has Lilykit had any prey yet or is she still entirely on milk?"

Lilykit looked up at the two toms and squeaked. She licked her fur in a rush and backed into her mother. She stuffed her face in the white chest fur. Lilykit curled up, but lifted her head to look at the cats.