Prolong: The Birth.
The wind was cold as the she cat gave birth to her kits. The light brown tabby gave a final push, the solid mass from her body. The kit tumbled out and lay still. Very still. But instinct drove the mother to lick the kit until she knew it was dead. So the heart-broken mother left her kit.
After a while the white she cat with black stripes on her face stirred. She mewed for a mother who was not there. Her tiny striped tail spazzed as she writhed in hunger. Wasting precious energy. She fainted in the cold snow. The blizzard hissing and lashing around her. Her pink nose turned blue her heartbeat slowed. The kit was dying.
In Thunderclan Jayfeather raced out of the med cat den cantering to the leader den. "Brightstar" the ginger white one eyed she cat rose to her paws.
"Yes Jayfeather?"
"I need to take some warriors into the forest I think Starclan sent me a message."
Brightstar nodded and the Grey Tom turned out into the forest with four other warriors.
The kit felt cold. So cold she did not know when she was picked up by Jay feather.
After Jay feather had taken the she kit. To his medicine den he checked her over only to find nothing wrong other than she is too cold. But he could tell this kit was special.
And he would do all in his power to make her a warrior.