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Silverfern,

48 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan

Silverfern had been waiting for her chance to be the coolest aunt, of all time mind you, for quite a while. Lionstar was a kind, capable leader and Silverfern couldn't figure out what took him so long to start a family of his own. Even after taking Honeysong as his mate her brother had taken his sweet time before finally having the kits Silverfern so desperately needed in her life.

Of course Silverfern could have have had kits, but it would have felt wrong to beat Lionstar to such an important milestone, which would also be disregarding her hesitance at the idea of having kits. Lionstar had an obligation to Silverfern as her older brother to allow her to take the 'try before I buy' approach to having kits, and the time was finally now. Silverfern was very interested to see if she needed the little balls of fluff in her life.

Every cat in Treeclan knew when Honeysong went into labor, her calls for Lionstar echoing through the camp. Any plans Silverfern had for sleeping in were dashed as she shot out of the warriors den and waited patiently for her brother outside the nursery. After what felt like ages Silverfern saw Lionstars distinct pelt as he exited the nursery and exclaimed "You better have been so excited by Honeysongs' kitting that you forgot to invite me, otherwise we are going to have a problem Lionstar!"

237 ✧ Fawn ✧ Made by Fawn

[Fawn]

Lionstar

The crown is getting heavy
But they've written my name in the stars

Only the urge to drink water and bring Falconstorm a piece of fresh kill had taken him from Honeysong's side. He couldn't stop gazing at their kits, enamored by every little movement, every little breath or mewl. They had entered the world, and already, he wanted to safeguard them against everything. Everything. Congratulations were sent his way from nearly everyone he walked past, and he accepted it all with a tired smile but bright eyes. "Honeysong did all the work, not me." He'd reply. He needed to find Gorsetail, to ensure the deputy knew he would be 'taking today off', so to speak.

Gorsetail could handle a leadership role while he took this time to be with his family.

Silverfern shoved his thoughts back to the present, and Lionstar grinned softly, his pace increasing a little to reach his sister that much faster. He was grateful she got along so well with Honeysong (really, most cats did), Rowanberry too. With a low purr, Lionstar flicked his little sister's ear with the tip of his bottlebrush tail. "I think you'd be glad you weren't," Lionstar shook his head, mane jostling with the gesture of dismay. "It was... harrowing. There were complications, I thought I was going to lose her for a moment."

A haunted look flitted through deep golden eyes, but it was gone - quickly replaced by a much happier light. "Thankfully, all turned out well. Falconstorm has my eternal respect and admiration after today. After they've rested, you can meet your nieces and nephew." His heart swelled, bursting like a riverbank in newleaf. A son and two daughters. He couldn't be more proud, and it showed.

I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long
It's good to be king

81 Moons || TreeClan || 267 Words || @poptart Justice (Honeysong mention) Phoenix (Gorsetail mention!)

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Silverfern,

48 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan

Silverfern listened intently as Lionstar gave a quick summation of the process that had been Honeysongs' kitting, she hung on his every word as her tail lashed excitedly behind her. The excitement Silverfern felt quickly waned however as her brother spun a tale that could have ended anything but happy. It disturbed Silverfern to think that one of the happiest days in a cats life could so easily turn into the greatest of tragedies. Nothing ever seemed to be without cost in a clan cats life, and Silverfern couldn't be happier that it wasn't Lionstars time to pay up. "Well I am very glad to hear that it all turned out well, I couldn't dare imagine what today would be like if it had gone any other way." The typical sass Silverfern added to her tone when addressing her brother was nowhere to be found, the topic was far too serious for its use. "I will try to wait as patiently as I can to meet them, do they have names by chance?" Silverfern quizzed her brother.

177 ✧ Fawn ✧ Made by Fawn

[Fawn]

Lionstar

The crown is getting heavy
But they've written my name in the stars

"Neither could I," he admitted with a barely perceptible shiver. To have this day be one of tragedy instead of joy... StarClan, if anything were to kill him, it would be that. And this time, he wouldn't be so willing to come back. "We were very lucky," said Lionstar. "No names yet, we talked about flower names and forest names a few moons ago, but nothing's been set in stone." Golden eyes found the medicine cat's den again. "Honeysong wanted to wait until they were born to name them," Lionstar smiled at his younger kin, a little amused. "I think impatience runs on our side of the family, Silverfern."

She wasn't the only one who had a habit of getting ahead of herself.

"As much as I love our mother, and Bluestorm, I want these three to have names unique to them." That meant no Sandkit or Bluekit; Silverfern or Rowanberry could have the honor of naming their own kits after their parents, Lionstar wouldn't dare deny them that. Purring softly, his posture began to ease, bordering on fatigued as the morning's events caught up with him. "Have you considered kits of your own?" Maybe it was because he had kits on the brain and had been thinking about them for the past two moons, Lionstar felt inclined to ask if there would be any more new additions to the family. Not right away, but in the future. He didn't really pry into his sisters' personal lives—who they padded after—but he'd made it clear that he was open to listen should they ever wish to talk about those things.

I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long
It's good to be king

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