Whitewhisker laughed as she fell into the river in surprise but he wasn't concerned as after all, all Riverclan cats should know how to swim. His eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched from the trees and then made his way down when she requested it. The tom bounded up to her and then proceeded to groom her. "You alright?" he asked with a grin. "Never thought you'd be so clumsy." he added before laughing.

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Rainheart rolled her eyes, though a small smile spread across her lips. "I'm fine." She flicked her ears, running her tongue over her paw once more. She licked his ear, then slightly bit it. She smirked, nipping his shoulder before standing up. She tackled him to the ground, her tail moving back and forth in a playful manner. The she-cat bit his cheek, though she ran her tongue over it. Rainheart perked her ears, slightly challenging him.

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Whitewhisker allowed himself to be to tackled to the ground by the she-cat with a grin spread across his muzzle before nipping at her neck as he heaved her off gently and turned to pin her down. When the tom's muzzle was millimeters away from Rainheart's, he licked her nose and between her eyes and then began softly biting at her ears and neck. "I win." Whitewhisker stated as he refused to roll off of her.

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Rainheart grunted as she wiggled a little, her paws pushing against his chest. Her ears perked when he began to lick between her eyes, then bit her ears and neck. She purred lightly, her tail swaying against the grass under her. She brought her back legs up as well, pushing with all fours. The she-cat huffed. "Get off!" she whined playfully. She bit his shoulder. As a rustle was heard, Rainheart froze. She quickly rolled out from under him and onto her paws, looking around. It was just a bird landing on a branch. The she-cat let out a sigh.

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As Rainheart rolled out from under him, Whitewhisker padded beside her, his flank close against hers. He flicked an ear with amusement as he began bounding towards the tree which the bird had landed on. He decided that they could share the bird. The black tom reached the tree and silently made his way up it's length with his claws unsheathed for a better grip. He soon had the bird in clear view and he took the chance to swiftly pounce onto it, killing it in a bite before making his way back to Rainheart with the fresh-kill in his jaws. "Hungry?"

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Rainheart licked her jaws, flicking her tail. She nodded slightly, bending down to rip the bird in half. She plucked feathers from her portion, chewing on the tender meat. She finished her half, burying the bones somewhere random. Her paws smacked around the grey feathers, her tail swaying playfully. She licked the blood from her lips. She sat down, scratching the side of her neck with her back right paw. She licked at her paw before scratching again.

( Skip to birth? Or after? We can fade.. )

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( I think skip to birth now. )

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Rainheart grunted as she walked to the river, her belly hanging low. She'd been pregnant for quite a while now. She looked around, wondering if the kits were coming now or not. She'd been sent on a hunt, but she knew they were coming soon. If they were coming, then how would she do it without Whitehwisker? Her loving companion? The father of their kits? She panted a little as she looked for a den, knowing she wouldn't make it back to camp in time. Her slow paws carried her to the den, and she laid down. Rainheart let out a struggled meow, hoping Whitewhisker would hear.

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Whitewhisker stalked a foraging squirrel near the border. HIs eyes were locked on the prey in front but his mind was constantly on Rainheart. After his last meeting with her, he could see she was heavily pregnant and it was quite obvious the kits would come any day now. He had to be there beside his mate when it happened so everyday since then, the tom had been wondering near the border to look out for Rainheart. As a struggled meow was heard, his ears perked towards the sound and Whitewhisker immediately recognized it to be Rainheart's. He quickly picked up a scent trail and followed it before eventually finding the she-cat in the den they had stayed in together. Rushing up to her, the tom smiled at her and gave a few licks on her cheek to comfort her.

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Rainheart had mixed emotions. She was glad that her mate was now by her side, but she was having pulsing pain. She felt a pressure under her tail, signaling her that they were close. She bent her head down, beginning to lick as she could see the first one. It was a little black and white female kit, looking just like Whitewhisker. Next was a female that looked closely related to Rainheart. The she-cat continued to lick as the last one appeared - a black, white, and brownish-orange male kit. She licked them gently as they rested against her, their little bodies wet. She closed her eyes, cleaning them off.

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Whitewhisker pressed his head against Rainheart's, nuzzling her as she began to give birth to their kits, his ears flicking in anticipation and joy. As soon as he saw the first kit, he quickly padded over and began licking it, drawing his tongue over the tiny kit to keep it warm. It looked just like him! The tom's heart felt warm and full of joy, which was something that he had never experienced before and it felt weird to him. He then nudged the three kits towards their mother before looking up at her, purring deeply. "What shall we name them?"

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Rainheart nudged the only male, a smile across her muzzle. "Mudkit.." The small kit grunted, and she licked it's tiny ears. She next nudged the black and white female. "You can name this one. She looks a lot like you.." She finally nudged the last one, who was resting on her paws. "And this should be Dawnkit." She nuzzled the kit, who moved it's head slightly, but very slowly. Rainheart licked it's back, then looked to Whitewhisker. She flicked her tail, smiling. "They're perfect.." She licked his cheek, then laid her head down.

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"Nightkit." The black tom decided with a purr as he looked affectionately at the small black and white kit before settling himself down beside his mate, looking at her. "What fine kits you have given us." Whitewhisker commented, grooming Rainheart but kept his ears perked to look out for other cats. "How are you going to explain the kits to your clanmates? Who are you going to say is the father?" he questioned.

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Rainheart flattened her ears at his questions. "Well, most of the clan knows that I was expecting. I told a queen that I needed some tips, and I had told her Dustclaw was the father. But I of course didn't mean it. I strongly dislike him," she said, rolling her eyes. She closed her eyes, purring gently as she kept the newborns close. She heard a pitter-patter of paws, making her jolt up, but still laid down by the kits. She perked her ears, looking around. Who was coming? Was it someone from her clan? Or maybe Whitewhisker's?

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Whitewhisker let out a short growl as his ears turned towards the sound of paws. He could hear many, which meant it could be a patrol. His eyes were slitted as he tasted the air. Riverclan. He bared his fangs in anger, knowing that if he got caught with Rainheart, it could become a big misunderstanding. The tom walked back to where Rainheart was laying, his tail swaying with aggression. "They're from your clan. he informed her.

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