Rabbitleaf knew the risks, so had Heathertail, yet neither of them had been ready. The first hour, everything seemed fine, standard birthing pains, or so they thought. By the time Rabbitleaf was yelling for Aspenheart and Mistystripe, it was too late. Blood stained the earth of the nursery warren, and he was left alone with three kits. Two were dead before their time, Grasskit and Meadowkit, he called them after their mother. The final kit, a lynx-point she, he nearly called her Heatherkit after his mate, thinking her dead, yet as he got ready to clean her up, she squealed, a sign of life. She lived, a single daughter, proof of their enduring love.
"This one, this one lives" He jubilantly called out to the other queens, nuzzling her and praying she continued to survive. "Gingerkit, her name will be Gingerkit. As tough as the ginger plant that survives even the coldest of frosts. My love."
And so time passed, one moon became two, and it was finally three moons. Time for his daughter's first steps outside the nursery, Rabbitleaf turned up early, ready to greet his daughter.