Most nights are exactly the same as the last. The soft breeze blows, the crickets chirp, the moon and stars shine like always. The animals of the night roam the forest. And as time passes, the moon changes shape, and the stars migrate through the sky, repeating the same cycle. Nothing really changes.

But every once in a very long while, something does change. Drastically. When the breeze stills in the air, and the stars shine their brightest, and all the moons of all the planets align in such a way, that the night is special. And each time, something extraordinary happens.

And on this particular night, three stories begin, of three extraordinary kits. Who have an amazing destiny ahead of them...

A loud moan rang through the trees. It was cold, but there was no wind, and the moon and stars shone so brightly, it could blind a cat if they stared for too long. Rather strange, but there were more important things to worry about at the moment. Another loud groan was heard."Come on, you're almost done. One last push." meowed a small brown she-cat to the one in labor. The ginger she-cat closed her eyes and pushed with all her might one last time, and a tiny kit was brought into the world. "There!" The brown she cat went to work cleaning off the kit, while the ginger one rested. "You have a daughter, Sand." she mewed, once the kit was clean.

The ginger one called Sand, didn't sound so cheery. "A daughter?" She rasped, in a cold voice. "Y-yes.." The brown cat was growing nervous. Sand being upset never ended well. The bright ginger she-cat looked down at the kit for the first time. The kit was blindly squirming around, looking for her mother. She was very pretty. Smooth light brown fur, with a darker brown back and underbelly. The dark brown she cat smiled hopefully. Maybe Sand would be pleased with-

"Get rid of it!" Sand snarled, flicking the kit away with her paw, like it was a disgusting piece of fox dung, giving the kit a scratch on her forehead. It wold probably leave a scar. The she-cat was caught off guard by this. "Sand she's just a ki-"

"I said get rid of it, Apple!" Hatred burned behind Sand's eyes. "It looks just like it's father." Sadness and regret knotted in her chest. This kit would only remind her of him, every time she looked at it. Apple stepped forward. "But where do I take her?" Though she hated the thought of 'getting rid' of a kit, she knew arguing with Sand would result in failure, and a scratched ear.

Sand lashed out at her, clawing towards her face and missing by just a whisker.

"I don't care what you do with it, just get it away from me!" she yelled.

Quickly, Apple picked up the kit and ran out into the night.

In a warm den in the middle of a large clearing, a mother cleaned her newborn kit. "She's beautiful, Shiningsnow." Meowed the dark grey tabby. The pure white she cat lifted her head. "Thank you Softbreeze. You're a good medicine cat." Her gaze was happy and grateful. But oh, was she tired. "That was a lot of work for one kit."

The newborn kit snuggled closer to her mother, ruffling her shiny sliver and white fur. "Have you thought of a name yet-" Softbreeze was interrupted by a rustling at the entrance to the den. A white and brown tom walked in. "Softbreeze, you are needed in the medicine den." meowed the tom, "Flamewing's coughing is getting worse."

With a sigh, Softbreeze stood up and began walking out. "I was afraid that might happen. Back in a moment Shiningsnow." The entrance rustled again, and the two cats were out of sight.

Shiningsnow looked down at her newborn kit. "At least now I get some time alone with you." she meowed. "What will you're name be..? Silverkit? Maybe Dewkit-" she stopped midsentence when her daughter looked up and did something most kits at this age couldn't do.

She opened her eyes.

They were a bright beautiful silver. The new mother had almost thought of another name, when she saw something truly extraordinary in the young she-kit's eyes. Shiningsnow looked very closely.

Reflected in the kit's eyes... was a wolf. She could see it clearly. A bright silver wolf, raised it's head and howled. And then it was gone. That was it then. The perfect name.

"Wolfkit..."

But Wolfkit's eyes closed once more as a shriek sounded from outside. Shiningsnow looked up in alarm. More screams and yowls were heard. Something was attacking in the camp.

Quickly, the mother stood up and picked Wolfkit up in her jaws, carrying her to the back of the nursery. Growls and screams still sounded outside, as the sounds of battle rang through the air. Two scents filled the queen's nose.

Fox and Badger.

Wait a moment. Fox and badger? Something was very wrong... But that didn't matter now.

She stood in front of her newborn kit. She would protect her no matter what. There was crackling and rustling as something entered the nursery. The scent of badger overwhelmed her senses.

Her claws slid out.

"Stay away from my kit."

"Brackenclaw, I'm worried about our kits." meowed the grey-blue she-cat as she padded through the forest next to her mate. The queen was seven weeks pregnant, and almost ready to have her kits. But there was still two weeks to go. The brown tom nuzzled her affectionately. "Bluefire, everything will be fine. You heard Silverdrop. She says they're perfectly healthy." She's been worried ever since we visited that medicine cat...

"Oh, I don't know." Bluefire meowed quietly. "I just have a feeling something will go wrong." Brackenclaw laughed. "You worry too much." he mewed.

It was a beautiful night. Albeit cold. No breeze or anything, the air was still. Both cats thought that good, though they were puzzled as to why it was so cold when there was no wind. The stars were certaintly at their brightest. "If you say so." said the bluish she-cat. But you know when I get a feeling about something, I'm usually right. Bluefire fought the urge to say that. They both had enough on their minds.

The two cats finally approached their destination. Their favorite place to go at this time of night. It was a lovely spot. A high up cliff where they got the best view in the entire territory. The two mates always joked about being careful around here, and about the idea of falling. It seemed ridiculous to them because of how far they were from the edge. They weren't likely to fall at all. Tonight they had absent mindedly wandered a little too close to the edge. Brackenclaw finally noticed. "Heh, we should scoot a little closer while we're at it." he meowed jokingly. It came to Bluefire's attention how close to the edge they were. "Heh.. I dunno Brackenclaw.. It's a long fall." she meowed worriedly. Brackenclaw padded until he was at the very edge. From where he was at, the view was even more amazing. "Oh, come on. Nothing ever happens!" He smiled, looking at the view from this close. "Well..." meowed Bluefire, stepping a bit closer. "Alright. You're right, nothing ever hap-" she was interrupted as the ground beneath her paws crumbled. The she-cat lost her balance.

Bluefire let out a wail as she went tumbling down the side of the cliff. Brackenclaw ran forward to catch her, only to be there too late. "Bluefire!"he let out a horrified yowl.

But with extraordinary things, comes luck and miracles.

Bluefire fell on a part of the cliff that had a ledge below it. But it was still pretty far down. She hit the ground with a thud, and lay there comepletely still. "Bluefire!" Brackenclaw leaped down from boulder to boulder, until he reached Bluefire on the ledge. He stood by her side and looked for any sign of life. The blue she-cat stirred, and opened her eyes. ..Oh thank Starclan. Thank Starclan I'm alive. Brackenclaw echoed her thoughts. "Thank Starclan you're alright!"

But it was a victory short lived.

Bluefire's swollen belly suddenly gave a ripple. Then another. "No..." she mewed quietly. "I'm not ready." her stomach gave another ripple and she cringed. It hurt a lot. More then it should. "Brackenclaw, I'm kitting!" she meowed, afraid. He stared in disbelief. "What, now?" She rolled her eyes before another wave of pain hit her. No, by 'now', I mean in a moon. Yes, right now! "It must have been the fall!" she meowed. Something in her felt wrong, something felt very wrong.

"Uh, ok when I say 'push', you need to push, ok?" Bracken fur sat beside her. "Everything will be fine." he knew that he was also saying that half to himself. Trying to stay calm, he waited for the right moment. "Ok... push!" With great effort and pain, Bluefire pushed with all her might. The pain was horrible. How many times did she have to do this? They went through this a few more times, before Bluefire's belly gave one last ripple, and the kit was born. Hurriedly, Brackenclan sniffed and licked it, checking for any signs of damage or pain in the kit.

The kit was cleaned, and Bluefire rested. After checking it many times, Brackenclaw confirmed the kit was perfectly fine. No injuries, nothing. She had been born quiet, no crying or mewling. Strange, but she was healthy. Everything was fine. "You have a healthy daughter." Brackenclaw meowed happily. Bluefire smiled, and examined her new kit. She was golden, with white paws and a white tail. Extrordinarily, the kit had opened her eyes early, and she stared up and her mother. The she kit's eyes were bright violet. "Glidekit." the mother meowed. "Her name is Glidekit."

Thought what the two didn't notice was that the kits eyes held no emotion. Glidekit stared blankly ahead.

A/N Please R&R tell me what you think! If I get a good reaction from this then I will continue it! Thanks!