They had arrived, their little seeds of chaos. 

She was secretly pleased that they resembled her oh-so well- it guaranteed that they inherited her good looks, after all. However, Quietstorm might have been a little more happy if they had a few more...mollies in the litter. They were all boys, and it reminded her all too much of Silentsmoke. But she wasn't going to let her brother ruin this moment- her and Sunwing were parents now. ShadowClan couldn't possibly stop them.

Ah, and she could only just imagine the sheer expression of shock and rage on Nightstar's face! She couldn't possibly assign enough babysitter to keep Quietstorm, Sunwing, and now their litter of demons in line. Oh, how she couldn't wait to teach them all about getting under the enemy's skin, of how best to light ThunderClan's territory on fire...the stories these kittens would hear. 

Quietstorm had their only daughter between her paws, the one who stood out the most in the litter. She was the only one with a single fleck of ginger, the only one to resemble Sunwing. She was perfect in every way, the perfect combination of both Sunwing and Quietstorm. Like the sun meeting the darkness of a new moon eve. 

She paused between licks on their daughter's forehead. "Well? You gonna stay out there forever, or are you gonna help me name Fireballkit, Cinderkit, Charcoalkit, and ThunderClan-killer-kit?" Quietstorm called to the outside of the nursery, intending on summoning Sunwing. "...My names are pretty cool as-is, maybe I don't need your help."

Thorne