The day that I kitted was a very painful one, from what I can fathom now. It came all of a sudden, my stomach felt like it was lurching from where I had sat, grooming myself inside a make-shift den on the edge of the DarkClan camp. Snaketooth didn't seem overly pleased, but I had ignored my leader there. Not many cats knew that I had kitted until after I had done. They'd put off the screams for something else. I hoped that none of my kits would suffer the same fate that Travis was seemed to foredoom. However, Travis was lucky, and Snaketooth never killed him, from what I knew. "Yes." I hated it.