Jay Moon's Kits (Half Moon X Jayfeather)

Jayfeather sighed.

His blind gaze couldn't locate them, but his ears could. The muffled laughter and shouts. The small patter of footsteps around.

They are beautiful, Half Moon.

His heart ached at the thought of the white she-cat. His mate, his one only love. They had kits, which was an extremely big problem for both of them. Why?

They weren't supposed to.

It was against their destiny. Half Moon and Jayfeather, as much as they loved each other, couldn't have kits. Half Moon was to be the Stoneteller of her tribe, and Jayfeather, as a medicine cat, could never have kits.

''I always hated Leafpool for lying to us, for even kitting us. Now as a father who broke the code myself, I can't do that anymore. ''

His mother, Leafpool, had broke two codes of the medicine cat and warrior code by mating Crowfeather of WindClan and kitting the three of them. Lionblaze, him and...

Hollyleaf.

He whimpered slightly at the thought of his lost sister, then shook the thought off. His mind drifted to Half Moon again, and his heart painfully ached against his chest. After mating, Half Moon became pregnant. With his kits. He took them back sorrowfully, leaving his beloved she-cat alone with the ancients, to fulfil her destiny to become the Stoneteller. As he knew he couldn't claim them as his kits, he said they were picked up by the riverside.

They believed him.

''Frosted Moon. His mind thought of the kit, his ''kit, not one by the riverside, who was now playing outside of the medicine cat den. The grey, frosted tabby pelt of Jayfeather's. The compact white underbelly and paws of Half Moon. The clover-green eyes, that shone and sparkled, reflected her mother in every way. They had flecks of unnoticed blue in them, but the green covered it all.

''Snow Wing. ''Named after him. The snowy pelt. The grey dots that covered the snow with chunks of ice. He played with Frosted Moon outside of the den. His blue eyes were clear and bright, unlike Jayfeather's blind, clouded sight. His gaze was as soothing as the dawn sky.

''I wonder if his eyes were what I would look like if I wasn't blind. ''

Even if they were normal cats, they had fainter pelts. Because Half Moon was faded. Jayfeather wasn't. Together, they created kits with a slightly faint, slightly bright, starry pelt. Other cats hadn't noticed, luckily.

The kits had seeing difficulties, though. Sometimes their vision blurred. Sometimes they were completely blind, like him. But it was all temporary. Of course, as they were now Clan kits, he called them Frostkit, short for Frosted, and Snowkit.

His hearing snapped back to reality, and he heard the very close whispers of kits.

"Shh, we must be quick." Frostkit's squeaky voice whispered.

A patter of pawsteps, followed by a swift bat, was heard. Jayfeather growled as he found out he had been tricked by kits. His kits, to be exact. He could hear the curious mrrow of Snowkit as the white tom kit pawed a strange seed.

That's a poppy seed.

He immediately bounced forward and grabbed the tail of Snowkit, who squeaked loudly. Next to him, Frostkit gasped and let go of the poppy seed.

"Help, the blind cat got us!" Snowkit screeched. Jayfeather's whiskers twitched in amusement as he heard Frostkit hurriedly throwing herbs into the nooks of rocks. Stifling a mrrow of laughter, he cuffed Snowkit behind the ear. "I won't eat you, kits. I'm just a grumpy medicine cat, not a badger."

He heard the kits sigh in relief, then excitedly asking if they could eat a herb.

"No, you're not sick," Jayfeather chuckled as Snowkit let out a groan. "Go play in the clearing, kits."

"Okay!" The kits brushed passed him, giggling eagerly. His clouded gaze trailed after them longingly, until they bounced out of the den.