The morning sun shone over the forest, bathing it in its warm rays. Small scuttling sounds resounded through the forest. In a clump of bracken, a dark brown cat with a gray tail crouched, pinpointing the location of a mouse. The cat pounced and caught it.
"There you go, Scallionclaw," he mewed.
"Graytail, you aren't my mentor anymore, stop acting like that!" replied a calico she-cat
Graytail let out a mrrrow of laughter and said, "Come on, you know I can't help it."
"If you two are quite done," said another she-cat who had emerged from the bracken, "we need enough prey for the Clan. Do you want our hunting patrol to be humiliated in front of Silverstar by only catching one mouse? He'd expect more from his deputy, Graytail."
"Oh, stop fussing like a queen over her kits, Poppyleaf," Scallionclaw meowed back.
"Well, she has a point," mewed Graytail.
"Stop talking!" Poppyleaf suddenly whispered, "Can you hear that?"
"Sounds like a small mewl, somewhere nearby," Scallionclaw replied. "Hey! Where's
Graytail?"
"Come here," Graytail mewed from a clump of undergrowth, "look at this!"
In a clearing, Graytail stood over a small, shadowy black kit.
He meowed, "Shadows. He reminds me of the shadows. Yet not in a bad way."
"Let's take him to Silverstar now," said Poppyleaf, ignoring the stares she got from the other two cats, "we can name him Shadowkit, since you seem to like that. I feel a touch of destiny about him, though. Something...great. He will grow to be a powerful warrior someday."
Scallionclaw picked up the little kit and said, "His scent is of Twolegplace and some ShadowClan. Isn't that suspicious?"
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," Poppyleaf meowed, "But we can ask Silverstar that. Hurry or that kit is going to freeze!"
And that is how Shadowkit came to ThunderClan.