Crowfeather's shoulders sagged. Leafpool's eyes glossed with fear. She couldn't read his emotion. But he wouldn't look at her. His form suddenly tightened. Oh no! He doesn't want kits! Oh no! What if he doesn't... And we came here just for our relationship! Crowfeather jerked his head up excitedly. "Congratulations, Leafpool! I'm so happy for you! For us, I mean!" Leafpool sighed in relief. "Great StarClan, I thought you were angry!" She confessed. "What? No! Of course not!" Crowfeather yelped. He stood in the middle of the camp and cleared his throat. "Cats of FireClan. I would like to-" Leafpool shouldered him away. "Shut it!" She snapped. Crowfeather looked slightly bruised. "Why? Can't you see that I'm happy?" His voice escalated into a yowl. By then every cat was staring at the two cats. Crowfeather was euphoric. Leafpool was relieved, but slightly annoyed that her mate had managed to strike the deal of privately telling each cat separately the she was having his kits. For the next couple moons, Crowfeather went almost everywhere with her- carrying wet moss everywhere in case she was thirsty. This amused Leafpool greatly. A few days before the kits were expected to come, Leafpool moved into the nursery. Crowfeather had spent hours weaving the strands of bracken- which he had cleaned thouroughly- in and out. He had woven feathers in too- starling, mostly, but some blackbird and robin, too. The nest was lined with soft moss- fresh every day. She was given a lot of attention from everybody, actually. Every cat liked her. Crowfeather was like a talking rock. He hardly ever moved from her side- or moved because she didn't either, and talked for hours on end. On and on... On and on... Leafpool started having contractions in the early morning- while Crowfeather and Iceriver's family were still sleeping. "Crowfeather?" Leafpool gasped. The tom's eyes immediately slid open. He ran to get Willowsky, panic surging through his body. "Crowfeather!" Leafpool could hear Willowsky saying. "Either help me get herbs, or move it, you senseless fur-ball!" The two hurried back with borage, raspberry leaves, a small stick and a piece of wet moss. Leafpool chewed the raspberry leaves slowly and with difficulty as another contraction shook her. "You're doing just fine, Leafpool, you're ok..." Crowfeather whimpered, comforting himself more than the queen. Willowsky huffed and pressed her belly a little. Slowly, the first kit squeezed out. (Great StarClan it is AWKWARD...) The kit was a tom with pale brown pur and white specks. Leafpool's brown eyes widened as she looked at his- bright green like her father's. Crowfeather looked crazily in love and joy drowned his usually cross vein from his eyes. (If you do not know all the definitions for vein, look it up, peoples;P) The stick Leafpool had clenched in her teeth cracked and broke as the second kit came. This kit was a female kit with bright yellow eyes and black fur with one white stripe around each of her front legs. "Her name should be Lightkit." Leafpool purred. Crowfeather nodded. "And Shellkit. Thats perfect! Oh... My love, you're the most amazing cat in the whole of the Clans!" Leafpool purred. "I love you too."