[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Mystical

Weaselshade had honestly been expecting Thea to say yes, state that she had not waited for him and the kits already had names, so it came as a bit of a shock when she said that she had waited for him. It must have been hard for her, he could tell that she had names in store for all the kits, and since there was an odd number one of the would only get to name one of the kits. He decided he would be that one because Thea probably already had names for all of them so why bother telling her she only got to name one? That was something Weaselshade was not going to do. He looked at the the three kits trying to decide which one he wanted to name. He loved them all, he wanted to name each of them equally but he was only one of two parents. The other parent was Thea, and he knew from experience that it was best that he not get on her bad side, especially after she had just birthed three beautiful kits. Plus only a name for one of the kits popped into mind. The white one, the lightest of the three, the one that looked like a mini copy of Thea. Her fur was clear, milky white, and she looked like a clear image of her mother. The name that came to mind when he looked at her was Clearkit. The name also made him feel like he was looking at a purehearted kit, and he wanted the best for her. Giving her a name so pure, loving and beautiful might make her more inclined to be a pure, loving cat. Though Weaselshade knew it was funny, it made him happy just to think about it. "Yes," He nodded distantly staring at the three kits and smiling, definitely feeling happier than he ever had in his life. It felt so nice looking at kits, kits with a family and clan who loved them, a thing that both of their parents hadn't had. Thea hadn't even known her family he assumed, and he had always wondered what it would be like to have a family, a real family, not one that adopted him. His eyes were wide moons of happiness as a gazed at the three mostly content beings. He moved his fluffy tali and hovered it over the lightest one, afraid that he might make it hard for her to breathe if he rested it on her. "Clearkit, for her light fur just like yours." He smiled, looking at her, "Your ideas?"

The unnamed molly almost yowled in annoyance, the tom thought he could push her around. She knew he was her littermate, she knew the older sources of warmth would be mad, but she didn't care. If needed space why didn't he just make it clear that was what he needed instead of being a jerk? Well joke was on him because two could play at that game. Bunching up all the muscle in her body, she threw her body against his side slightly, making sure not to hurt the thing she wanted to call mother.

Originally Posted by Crybaby (At the Disco)

@Constellation
The unnamed, smallest she-kit was nearly identical to Thea. She might have gotten a bit of her father's fur color, just a tint, but she was mostly the same color as her mother. Once comfortable, she suckled. She flicked her tail and kneaded her paws, content as she continued to try and ignore her brother to the best of her ability. She let out occasional tiny squeaks, but was fairly quiet for a newborn. Her eyes still sealed, she didn't know what was trying to push her around, or what was making all those noises, and so they frightened her slightly. She tensed slightly, paws stopping their kneading action. She soon realized she was in no actual danger, for the most part, and continued on, relaxing.

As Weaselshade suggested Clearkit to be the name of their youngest, Thea moved her muzzle, lightly grazing her smallest offspring, with a wet, soft lick. Clearkit it was. The youngest was name, so the new mother moved her head to her second eldest. The smallest duplicate of her father. This made Thea glanced briefly towards Weaselshade before gazing down at her first daughter. A smirk etched onto her creamy face. "Silouettekit." She announced. The name was odd, yet it was unique. It wasn't one of those simple clan cat's name, but instead had a bit of flavor that made this piece of treasure an honorable addition. "Because she looks like you." The only one who really looked like him, and therefore would be named after him because why not? Thea believed that the Tom before her would step up to be a father to him, given the chance. Since she wasn't very emotional lately (which became a terrible trait during her pregnancy) the queen wasn't quick to judge her companion like many times before. "Like a little...shadow. Only Silouette has more of a ring to it. Do you like that?" Though Silouettekit had more of a lighter pelt than her father, perhaps Thea's creamy fur mixed into that, the small kit had recognizable features that her father inherit. After naming her, Thea excitedly turned to her eldest kit, who was certainly giving his sisters a lot of mischief, a lick on the head. This seldom calmed him down, and instead he flailed around more. Thea rolled her crystal blue eyes, leaning her muzzle down to gingerly touch his head - he whined. He protested. This made Thea giggle softly. "Well, if this definitely isn't your son, then I don't know who is." She joked, finding her own eldest to be the utmost troublesome and annoying kit nursing. "But, he's certainly not a Weasel." She stated, softly, shaking her head as she put a thoughtful expression on her maw. This little guy was far from being a weasel. Where weasels were annoying, more sneaky, this one nursing at her belly seemed like he didn't have to sneak around to cause trouble. This little guy appeared that he wanted to get caught when he did things he had no business doing. Thea calmly stared at her oldest, her only son, as he squirmed around. She seen Silouettekit pushed onto her brother, clearly dissatisfied at his actions. Thea analyzed the pelt color of her oldest. He had her creamy texture, but his fur was much darker than hers, mixing in with Weaselshade's dark shaded pelt. It didn't remind her of a Weasel, not even a ferret. More so, it reminded her of a...raccoon. Truth be told, Thea naturally named him after the rebellious animal because, firstly, Raccoons were tough. And, annoying. Just like a weasel. So, all in all, she deemed his name to be Raccoonkit. "Let's name this big guy Raccoonkit." She purred. "Just because his pelt coloring takes on that dark brown appearance like one." She lied. She wasn't naming the kit because of his appearance. She was naming him such because if he was Weaselshade's son, he was bound to be annoying, right? Besides, Thea didn't find that she needed to tell the real reason why she named her kit that. The troubled kit was already pushing her buttons the way he treated his sisters and whine - constantly, all the time.

Now, given his name, which seemed to fit well, the Tom kit continued to squirm around. When he felt another matter push him, Raccoonkit retaliated, rolling over on purpose as to suffocate the other small feline. It was his way of warning the other: back off...of course, Raccoonkit wasn't on top of the fluffy kit much longer because he felt himself getting picked him, albeit gently, and laying back onto the mossy nest. Perhaps, where he was laying before. His whines settled down, and he happily latched onto his mother's milk, kneading her stomach, which brought discomfort to her. Though as he grows older, others would learn that his greediness for food...and other things...would never be satiated.