A light brown she-cat purred as she gazed at her 3 tiny kits who mewled quietly as they slept. There was a light gray she-cat who was a splitting image of her father, and a light brown tom who purred softly as he curled up closer to his mother's soft stomach, and then there was the little black she-cat. The she-cat's head suddenly shot up and her hackles raised as she heard footsteps coming toward her hidden clearing, a light gray head poked through the brambles and thorns that enclosed the small clearing and a voice grunted, "Did you have to make such a small entrance? One would think that you're trying to keep me out!" the she-cat purred in amusement and replied, "Well maybe you shouldn't eat so many mice! Come, let's name our kits, Skystar."
By moonhigh they two cats had named their kits. The light gray she-cat had been named Storm, the light brown tom Birch, and the black she-cat Shadow. "They're perfect." purred Skystar, "I'll come visit soon, Leaf, I promise" Skystar then left to go back to his clan. Leaf looked down on her kits and soon fell asleep breathing in their sweet, milky scent.