It was a dark night, a storm raging through the tree's of Stormclan territory. You see, dear reader, StormClan territory is always surrounded by some kind of weather. It's barely ever just sunny, which delights their clan on those rare days.
A terrible yowling came from a stone den with branches and leaves covering and hiding it. A pretty white she-cat nudged a grey queen, who bit into a stick, just as one kit popped out. The white cat passed it over to a smaller calico, who nipped the sack, and licked its fur the wrong way to make it breath. The kit mewled, gulping in air, and the white she set her beside the grey queen's belly as another kit came out. The small calico picked up the second kit, and repeated the process before putting the kit beside its mother.
Soon, two more kits had been born, and they walked out, tired of helping the queen kitting. The smaller one nodded to a dark brown tabby tom, who dipped his head meowing, "Thank you Sweetnose, Robinpaw." He addressed the white she first, and then the calico.
The tabby paced in, and looked at the tired queen, who had bore his first litter, with four kits.
"Here they are...four precious kits." The she-cat purred.
"Yes, they will be strong warriors, I'd fear them in a later battle."
There were three toms, one she-cat. The first was the she-cat, the biggest, she was a grey tabby with white and black flecks along her back. The second was the first tom, he was a pale brown and grey mix with black stripes. The second tom was a dark brown tabby with a grey face. The last wasn't really a runt, for it was as big as the dark tabby, he was a golden-brown tom with grey splotches and a white face.
"May I name the last and second?" He meowed softly.
"Of course...the she-cat will be Owlkit, and the dark tabby will be Greykit."
"The first tom will be Harekit, and the last tom will be...Wildkit."
They smiled, and it was a happy night for Stormclan.