Fireheart hadn't come to see you in a few days, busy with Cinderpaw's training and just tired, having taken over Brackenpaw's for a time as well.

He missed seeing his sister, he longed to talk to you in all honesty not that he would ever admit. He didn't want to truly start doubting everything he'd worked for to be the best warrior he could be to Bluestar.

Kittypet life was not for him but this was his sister, surely any sane cat would understand? Right? It would be anyday now that her kits would be born...

He shook his head again before he left the forest, jumping onto the fence that belong to his sisters garden.

His ears prickled as he heard the bushing tremble slightly like something was moving in them before he saw his sister popped her head out of the house, and spotted him. "Fireheart!" You said, seeming cheerful. "Come, I've got something to show you!" Before you disappeared into the house.

Fireheart, of course, hesitated... but he knew his sister wouldn't purposely lead him into danger, surely her folks weren't home? He jumped down and pushed his way through and new scents entered his nose as his eyes widened.

One of the man new scents were your kits. You'd given birth, they were at least two days old.

"Oh Starclan!" He whispered faintly as he looked at the small little kits. There was not a Twoleg in sight, thank Starclan.

Though.. that wasn't really what he was thinking about... it was more the fact he had missed it. He hadn't been here for his sister when she'd given birth, his fur prickled with shame as you seemed to catch onto it.