He padded through the forest, the oak trees lush with leaves from early green-leaf. Bushes full of prey, rivers and streams flowing, and a cool breeze that ruffled the warrior's fur. He scented the air, he smelled mouse, the warrior was down wind of the rodent and would easily catch the unsuspecting creature. He crept through the bushes slowly and quietly, he soon found the mouse nibbling on a seed, he pounced on the mouse and killed it with a nip to the back of it's neck. Just as the tom finished burying his catch a beautiful golden she-cat strode out of the bushes, her belly swollen with kits. "HoneyPetal! I thought I told you to stay in the nursery! You're just about due with the kits!" The warrior scolded HoneyPetal. The she-cat looked at him with a hint of amusement in her green eyes, "Relax IceHeart. I just wanted to see my mate. Since he hasn't visited me lately." HoneyPetal padded over to the tom and brushed her pelt against his pure white one. IceHeart gave a look of sympathy through his light blue eyes, "I'm sorry. I've had a lot of warrior stuff to do." He felt a little guilty that he hadn't visited her when their kits were so close to coming. IceHeart turned to look at his mate who had sat down to clean herself, "Let's head back to camp. I'll collect what I caught on the way back. And I'll give you the biggest vole that I got when we get back." HoneyPetal stopped cleaning and jumped up with excitement. "Okay! You know I love vole." She padded up next to the tom and they walked back to camp touching pelts, IceHeart gathered his catches, and like he said he gave HoneyPetal the biggest vole he caught.
It was late at night, silver pelt shown bright in the sky and the moon was almost half full. HoneyPetal had started having her kits when the sun was going down. The medicine cat AppleTail had been with her for what seemed like forever to IceHeart. 'I'm going to be a father!' the white warrior's heart raced as he waited for AppleTail to say he could come in, and it wasn't long before he did. IceHeart strode into the nursery and was greeted with tiny mews, he looked over at HoneyPetal who was suckling three tiny kits. One was white with golden patches and a tom, the she-kit was a light almost golden brown with a white spot over her right eye, and the last kit was another she-kit that looked just like her mother but with white paws. IceHeart purred as he watched them wrestle each other for milk,  HoneyPetal was fast asleep, and MapleSpot was in the corner of the nursery with her two tom kits. They were about two moons old, the one with brown eyes was a dark gray with a redish-brown tint, and the other kit's eyes were two different colors, the left was brown and the right was green, it was a dark gray almost black with ginger paws and patches. As IceHeart watched his family sleep AppleTail walked in, "Come IceHeart. You mustn't disturb the kits and queens. It is late and you have dawn patrol in the morning." the tom whispered to IceHeart and gently led him out of the nursery back to the warrior's den.
It was almost dawn and IceHeart had woken up from the smell of fresh kill. He walked out of the warrior's den, his pelt still ruffled from sleeping, and made his way over to the pile to pick out a big thrush. When IceHeart had his fill he took what was left to the nursery for his mate, and went to join the patrol he was leading. It was a warm green-leaf day and IceHeart could already smell the prey even though he hadn't left the camp yet. The white warrior turned to his clan mates, "We shall split up. BrokenThorn you go with EmberFang to the MistClan border. FlurryStorm and ScarPaw go to the thick DarkClan border. I will head to the rotting oak border part. Okay, let's go protect some borders." His patrol split up and headed to their spots. IceHeart saw FlurryStorm throw a suspicious glance at him before bounding away with ScarPaw.