“Hirondelle! Hirondelle, can you come here, my sweet? There’s something I need to tell you.” A dark head shot up from the three kits that were playing nearby from the cat who had called. “What? Does it have to be now? Regen and I are having an awesome fight!” the kit called, as she took aim at her dark gray-and-white brother nearby. The cat who had spoken first, a blue-silver she-cat, nodded. “Yes, Hirondelle… now.” Her voice was slow, soft. Kereru, the she-cat, knew that she’d appreciate it later. However, this wasn’t her choice… and she had to accept it.