Wolfstripes and Fly

Prolouge
Spotty and Blackpelt were meeting by the river again. "How you get through LionClan and LeopardClan territory I'll never understand." Blackpelt purred to her mate. Blackpelt was completly black with a tiny spot of white on her belly. Spotty was a black tom with small white spots on his back. The moon hung low in the sky and the stars sparkled brightly. Blackpelt had a bad feeling that StarClan was watching over her and disapproved of her mate.

"It isn't that hard, honestly." Spotty replied, rubbing his pelt to her's.

"Brightstar would be so angry if she found out I was meeting you again. Spottedtail, the deputy, almost caught me on the way here. This isn't safe." Blackpelt fretted.

"It's okay love." Spotty reasured her. "After all, our kits are nearly born."

"But that will just raise further suspision. I think, when I have the kits, you should take them to your Twolegs to be taken care of."

"NO!" Spotty yowled in alarm, them calmed down a bit. "The Twolegs took Fern and Grove's kits away. I can't let that happen. After they are born, I will take them to Fern. She left her twolegs and just had some more kits. She will take good care of our kits."

"I will." Black pelt agreed. "Go now! I think I hear a midnight patrol coming!" Spotty leaped into the river and swam like a fish to the other side. Blackpelt watched him diassaper into the undergrowth on the other side before she turned and ran bak into PantherClan territory, happy to run on the moors.

"Wolfkit! Flykit! Such good names!" Brightstar purred to Blackpelt. "StarClan knows Pantherclan always needs healty kits."

"Yes, they're beautiful, aren't they?" Blackpelt licked Flykit's tiny shoulder. Flykit gave a weak squek of annoyance and scooted closer to her brother. Brightstar and Blackpelt talked for a bit longer then Brightstar left, calling to Spottedtail. Once the moon had risen and the camp was quiet, Blackpelt took her two kits outside. She ripped a hole in the nursery's celing by jumping on her hind legs with a branch in her mouth. Then she guided the tiny kits outside the camp.

Blackpelt carefully walked her kits to the shoreline, on the way having trouble getting Wolfkit to sit still. Wolfkit attempted to take a beetle as fresh-kill, jumped at a butterfly and almost knocked it out of the air, and did some surprisingly good fighting moves on his sister. Blackpelt felt uneasy about giving her kits away to Fern and Grove, but she had to do it.