[The_10th_Doctor]

Petalstorm pushed her way into the nursery, the mewling of tiny kits drawing her attention from her mate, who had followed her. The silver-and-white queen settled down in her nest and licked her three kits on the top of the head. The smallest kit, a black tom with pale gray paws squeaked as his sister, a dark ginger kit with a black tail nuzzled him in the side. The last kit, a gray tom with jagged black striped was clawing his way up the side of the nest.
His father, who looked exactly like him, picked him up by his scruff and gently lay him down in the curve of his mother's belly. The queen purred.
"Petalstorm, have you eaten yet?" he asked, his voice ragged from yelling at a clumsy apprentice who fell in the river.
"No, not yet, Dragontail." Petalstorm's eyes were beginning to droop as her mate left the nursery.