"It seems they know who their mother is. They are nursing better for you than they did Unseenlights," It was Bloodystar's den, after all, it was only a matter of time before he returned home after another long day. To be honest he had been standing outside for a few quiet moments, listening to Jetfire's purr, it brought a smile to his face to hear it for the first time in moons. He knew it would fall silent as soon as she knew he was there so he cherished it while he had the chance, "Have you named them yet?"

Bloodystar had expected her to pick names right away. Most queens had some ideas before the kits were born, but Jetfire's suicide attempt suggested that she had never planned for them to make it that far. Whenever Bloodystar thought about it his blood boiled and his heart ached. While Jetfire seemed to be okay, these kits were not. They would suffer lifelong conditions due to the poison cocktail their mother consumed. That was bad enough, but what almost hurt him more was the realization that Jetfire had felt so low that there was no other way out. He had no idea that she was so depressed... He should have stopped this. Could have. It never should have happened.

"They're beautiful." He commented after an awkward pause. He was trying. He would do his best. He'd failed her once, but not again.

"I did tell you that you could pick whatever you wanted," Jetfire selecting the names was important: If she named them, that meant that she was claiming them, which was Bloodystar's biggest concern right now. He was actually afraid that she would reject them altogether. She hadn't given birth to them, hadn't even seen them until they were a few days old, and he knew that she was fighting demons in her heart. What if she rejected them? "Just tell me what you are thinking."

Bloodystar didn't hate the name. It wasn't exactly strong or menacing like one her would have picked, but it was cute and demure which indeed were the vibes this little she-cat was giving him. Her long legs, taupe coloration and white speckling down her back fit the bill at least. He was quiet longer than intended as he thought this over. Jetfire would probably mistake it for anger, but when he replied his voice was even, "I think that's a pretty name for a pretty little she-cat. What about this one?" He motioned toward the tom whose stomach he had cut, not only did his fur match his mother's but he would also grow up to have a matching scar.

"... Secretkit?" Bloodystar seemed a little blindsided by that name, Fawnkit was simple enough but Secretkit wasn't exactly traditional, "What, are you hiding something from me?"

He was trying to joke, but he wasn't a joker, his tone was wrong. He realized that Jetfire didn't get it pretty quickly and turned his attention to gently stroking the newly-named tom, "I suppose it's fitting, since the Clan will never know the real reason he has that scar."

He spoke of Jetfire's suicide attempt as if it was yesterday's news. It was honestly very heartless of him, but the smile he wore on his face when gazed at Secretkit and honestly all of the kits didn't seem to fit the adjective. One could not be heartless and also love a kit as much as Bloodystar clearly did. The High Priest didn't give Jetfire much time to think of it, though, as he moved on to the next kit, also fawn-colored but with shorter fur, "What about her?"