a gift for a queen; shiny

patchpelt of shadowclan
walk into a smoke filled room, no one could keep their eyes off you

If Doverain hadn’t already decided, Patchpelt was almost certain that if he had to help and be that involved again, then he wasn’t going to play the other half of creating those kits. No doubt it was harder work for Doverain, but, hey, he wsn’t used to playing medicine cat assistant, and well… for all the happiness it brought, it was also a little gross. Patchpelt was stelled against many things, but that even made him a little queasy. However, it was with relief that he finally flopped down next to his mate as he purring became obvious, and the kittens cleaned and at her side.

Yet, for all of it… there was nothing short of saying it was worth it. Giving a loud sigh, Patchpelt rested his head against Doverain’s shoulder, nuzzling his nose into her fur. "They're beautiful. What shall we name them?" The tom flicked an ear, a soft smile gracing his features as he met her gaze, the look enough to get him purring again. “Are you sure you want me helping with naming?” He teased, before lifting his head and looking toward Sparrowpelt. “Thank you, for making sure they got here safely,” he meowed, giving a little nod of his head, at least the best he could from his position.

Not that he felt that medicine cat would want to stay involved for too long. A slightly larger grin crossed his face. “You’re free to go if you don’t wanna hang and admire their cuteness,” she meowed, before tilting his head and resting his cheek against his mate’s fur instead. “They’re all pretty grays and whites, which is making me think of water a lot, really.” He continued after a moment’s pause, the wrrior wrinkling his nose slightly. But what names fit inside of that, really? Too many. He turned his head slightly to peer down at the four small bundles. “I like Bubblekit?” He mused.

little dove, you fight 'em back, show em you're so much more than that