*When the group returned with fresh-kill clamped between their jaws, they were greeted by a big ruckus outside of the nursery. Rockstar dropped her fresh kill on the fresh kill pile and went to see what was going on. Four kittens were sleeping with their mother. Rockstar immediately greeted Nettlebrook with a nuzzle. Nettlebrook looked tired as her kits nursed. * "I shall name these kits. The orange she-cat shall be called Sunkit. The lighter gray tom laying down shall be called Ashkit, the gray striped tom standing up shall be called Coalkit. The brown tom sleeping shall be called Brackenkit. Good job Netttlebrook. You delivered a litter of healthy kits. I'm sure they will grow up to be the best warriors in the forrest." *Rockstar nuzzled each tiny kit and left the den so that the others could see the new kits.*
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