The moon glittered coldly high above the hollow, turning the surfaces of the gray rocks silver. On the far edge of the gorge, a river cascaded over the edge of the drop, splashing loudly as it hit the bottom of the rocks and ran it's course through the hollow. Moonlight shone against the wall of falling water, making waterly light scatter around the gray stones of the river bank. Out from the shadows of a boulder, a wraith-like figure stepped silently into the clearing. Despite his pelt being black as a raven, frosty light shimmered around him, making him appear with a slight glow. His snow-white paws made no sound as he padded across the river. His paws didn't even disturb the water, and they were dry once he reach the other side.
He slid himself into a cozy cave next to the shore, instantly being overcome by the scents of milk and warm moss. Inside, in a nest of moss and ferns, a pure white queen was curled around a tiny she-kit. Her green eyes were dark with grief as a white tom with ash-colored patches dappling his pelt licked at two other kits. "Are they alright?" The queen murmured, wrapping her tail around her mewling daughter.
The tom gazed up at her, eyes sad. "I'm sorry, Wintersnow," he sighed, "they are stillborns."
Wintersnow closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them once more. "What were they?" She asked, craning her neck to look at them.
He nudged them both before replying, "A tom and a she-kit."
"Please, bring them here, Cinderspots," Wintersnow mewed softly, "They need names too."
Cinderspots grasped both kits gently in his jaws, carrying them to their mother's side. She licked them both on the forehead. "Oh, my dears... You would have been great warriors..." She purred, voice catching in her throat.
The black-and-white spirit wove around Wintersnow, making her stiffen in shock. Cinderspots could see the spirit as well, pelt bristled in awe. "Ravenheart...?" She breathed, eyes wide.
"Before I lead them to StarClan, they need names." Ravenheart prompted gently.
Wintersnow shook her head dazily. "You... You're right, my love."
She gazed down at the dead she-kit, who's white pelt was spotted with black. "Her name will be... Spottedkit." Wintersnow decided.
Quietly, Ravenheart nudged the tiny body. Her eyes opened, bright and green, and she stumbled over to her father's side. But her pelt glowed with starlight, and her real body was still unmoving on the nest. Wintersnow choked up; seeing her kit's spirit was almost to much to bare. But she took a breath, turning her attention to the tom. His kit-soft fur was as black as a shadow. "And his name will be Nightkit." Her voice shook as she named her dead son.
Just like his sister, the kit lifted his head, blinking matching green eyes at Wintersnow. She had to restrain herself from pulling him back into the nest, resorting to staring at his spirit as he rushed up to Ravenheart.
Ravenheart licked both of his kits, then turned to gaze at the last kit. The small she-kit was pressed heavily against her mother, as if afriad of the strange, unfamiliar scent of her father. "What about her?" He mewed to the white queen.
Gazing down at the she-kit, her eyes softened. Turning her leaf-green eyes on her mate's spirit, she remembered the one name they had decided on before he had died.
"Icekit," she replied, "Her name will be Icekit."