Swallowbreeze crept closer, bending his head downwards so he could look at the kits more closely. He had grown into a kind and spirited warrior. He had been her first apprentice, and she couldn’t be more proud of him. She had resqued Swallowbreeze from an owl when he was barely any older then her own kits. Owlhearts face split into a smile as she beckoned her old apprentice closer with a flick of her tail. Swallowbreeze was crouched down, looking at the kits with the same excitement Owlheart felt. Owlheart turned her head to look at the enterance to the nursery. She pushed them closer to her belly with her tail. Owlheart felt a surge of protective instict as the little ginger kit yawned. Cats had already rushed in to see them, passing in an excited blur. After all the waiting her kits were born.
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