What a Beautiful MorningIt was a sunny morning. Sunlight streamed through the trees and was welcomed by all the Clan members, some of them basking in the pockets of light. Many of them shared tongues, shared news of the day, chatting excitedly about training or the warm weather. The Clan seemed to be recovering well from the fox attacks.What a Beautiful Morning in Short Stories More Like This
Breezepaw was in Patchstar's den. Having delivered kits before, the medicine cat was calm, and Patchstar matched his temperament. It wasn't her first litter either; the kits were born easily with no problems. Breezepaw congratulated Patchstar before fetching Dave from the Elders' den. Breezepaw put his tail on Dave's shoulder and the young retired warrior stepped eagerly into the leader's den before laying next to Patchstar. His scars were still prominent but most had already healed, at least to a degree; nevertheless, the tortoiseshell leader couldn't help but purr when she saw him.
"Dave...we have six kittens." Patchstar purred excitedly.
"Six..." Dave repeated almost breat