Flint purred lightly to herself as she rolled onto her back and began to lick her belly in regular strokes, feeling the kits kick inside her. She was glad Finn ended up being the father of her kits. At first she hadn't liked him, but now... well now she was glad. Your mother loves you, my little kits. She thought to them. So does your father. You will be the only ones to ever see the soft side of my tongue, and Finn perhaps too.
With that she looked down to Finn. "Hey Finn! I think you will make a good father. You're a good cat." She wasn't sure if she would ever end up being his mate or not, but at the very least she'd decided, she would be his friend.