"What is that?" Shrieked a voice from ShadowClan's Nursery. The Medicine Cat, Hollowoak padded out surprised. His feathery brown tail twitched worriedly. A large white battle scared tom with yellow eyes padded over to the Medicine Cat. "Hollowoak, what's wrong?" His voice was edged with worry. "Is Lizardfoot okay?"
Hollowoak nodded. "You have two beau-" he paused. "You have two kits, Scaredheart."
"What is something wrong with them?"
Hollowoak bowed his head sadly, and stepped aside. "See for yourself."
Scaredheart raced past him and slipped into the Nursery. It was warm inside, the only queens inside at the moment were Lizardfoot and Mistyday. Scaredheart padded over to Lizardfoot, two tiny kits were nestled in her belly. One was a pretty white with blue eyes. The other was strange looking. It was a light gray with white spots, her ears were pinned back so they were short. And her tail was just a small bob on her rear. "What's wrong with her?" He couldn't help but look surprised.
Lizardfoot hissed. "She's ugly, but just look at her sister! She's perfect. StarClan means for her to die. And she's no kit of mine." Scaredheart took and step back, his ears twitching backwards. He couldn't believe the she-cat that HE loved, could say such an awful thing about a helpless kit. Scaredheart turned toward Mistyday. The gray tabby was watching the other queen surprised. He used to love Mistyday, she had never really felt the same about him. "Mistyday?" He whispered hopeful. She looked up at him her eyes brimming with tears. "I'll take her I have milk already."
He nodded and bit the scruff of his daughter putting her next to the other she-cat. "Love her, like I loved you Mistyday." And he padded out. Lizardfoot's angry snarls echoing off the walls.