Now Sleetswan wouldn't be any the wiser as to what the future would hold for him, he did not know that come a few moons later, his brother's spawn Sleetkit would demand they battle it out to be the one true Sleet of Riverclan. However, that was neither here, nor now- but this is where it would all begin. And great Starclan above would it be a pain in Sleetswan's hindquarters once Sleetkit could articulate. However, he was spared for now, as he was led into the nursery by his brother Edgefrost to meet his and Snowfeather's newborn kits. Cautiously Sleetswan trotted into the den, the sweet aroma of milk and honey tickled his nose as weaved between the nests of the other Queens. Sleetswan finally arrived at Snowfeather's nest, the Queen and Deputy of Riverclan was curled protectively around her kits. Within her eyes, Sleetswan could see the shimmering adoration and love she had for her newborns. All three tom-kits were cuddled up against her belly, mewling softly as they kneaded at her, all of them already nursing. As far as Sleetswan could surmise they all appeared hale and hearty.
"Hello Snowfeather." Sleetswan bowed his head in respect and in greetings, his timbre a delicate murmur. Sleetswan was known for many things, such as being one of the finest fishing warriors they had. However, he was most known as the tom that spoke soft and the tom that spoke as few words as possible. "They seem healthy." He remarked, as he settled down into a sit, curling his tail around him. "Have they names yet?"