Prolouge

                                    

                                          
    Shadefur paced impatiently outside the nursery. He turned his head immediately as Oakfoot, the medicine cat, strolled out.
    "How is she?" Shadefur asked.
Oakfoot had a sense of pride on her face.
    "Congratulations, Mistystream birthed three healthy kits. Two she cats and one tom." Oakfur meowed happily.
Shadefur almost leaped in excitement.
    "Can I go see them?" He asked the tired medicine cat.
When she nodded, he padded into the wide, but prickly, bramble den. He ignored the brambles that tugged at his fur, he was too excited. He walked to his mate, a beautiful silver tabby she cat with blue eyes. She was sleeping with her tail rapped protectively around her three kits.
    "Mistystream?" He whispered.
She blinked open her eyes and looked up.
    "Shadefur, we did it." She breathed. 
She looked exhausted.
    "What are their names?" Shadefur asked.
Mistystream pointed her nose at each kit as she spoke.
    "The black tom is named Smokekit, the white she cat is named Cloudkit, and that small ginger she cat is named Flamekit." She explained.
Shadefur nodded.
    "Smokekit, Cloudkit, and Flamekit, I like those names." He mewed, delighted.
Then Timberstar walked in. Shadefur guessed he wanted to see the kits.
    "They're beautiful. Congratulations." Timberstar whispered.
Shadefur looked proudly at his kits. Then suddenly, Flamekit's eyes slowly blinked open.