Talk:Nursery/@comment-5137480-20121230003502/@comment-5137480-20121230004932

A dark grey she-kit came out. So did a small golden tom with brown spots. "Ashkit and Scorchkit." She whispered, but there was wound on her belly. Blood flowed out and she tilted her head back, her eyes closing for the last time. The kits squirmed towards the mother they would never know. Splashpaw ran in, a little too late.