Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors! (I do own the cats' names and the plot, however.)


Nightwind ran through the forest, looking for shelter. The earth was shrouded by drifting mists, undaunted by the torrential rainstorm that was soaking the ground. A flash of lightning lit up the dark forest, and suddenly he saw a figure appear in the mist. It was a cat, her shimmering, rain-soaked pelt clinging to her slim body. Suddenly there were many cats, and she sat facing them and began to speak.

The scene suddenly changed to show the four Clans of the earth and Starclan. Then a dark mass formed in the corner of Nightwind's eye, and began to take the shape of many cats with deep, flaming eyes.

Then, once again Nightwind was looking at the speaking cat who had appeared first. The rain-soaked cat stopped talking, and her audience seemed to draw back in fear.

The vision—all the cats—became mist once again, and Nightwind heard a voice, which for some reason he thought to be that she-cat's: "An ancient danger will be woken by a single drop of rain."

What did that mean? Nightwind wondered, mystified. He ran about, trying to find the source of the voice. Then he heard it again.

"Nightwind! Come on! Silvermist's kit is… ready!"

Nightwind stirred—then, fully awake, looked up to see Wildstorm standing over him, eyes filled with concern for his mate. "What? Oh, great Starclan!" Nightwind growled. Gathering his supplies, he rushed over to the nursery, following Wildstorm.

"Give these to Silvermist," Nightwind told Wildstorm, handing him some poppy seeds. Then he went to work, slowly pushing out the kit. Finally, the head was out…


Finally, after what felt like hours, a single newborn she-kit lay suckling her sleeping mother, who had been exhausted by the labor. A few short, wet, silvery hairs grew from the kit's body, which was otherwise bald. The kit was both deaf and blind, a useless lump of skin, and would stay that way for a few days, then it would proceed to become a useless lump of fur. About a half-moon from her moment of birth, however, and the kit's life would have really started. Nightwind smiled at the little newborn, and Wildstorm stood proudly over his mate, preening her ragged fur. Nightwind walked out of the nursery, then reappeared with a piece of fresh-kill, setting it by Silvermist for when she woke up.

"Thanks," Wildstorm purred.


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