Kit: I do not own 'Warriors'!!!!! If I did, Spottedleaf would still be alive, SkyClan would still be with the others, and Leafpool and Crowfeather would have run away together!!!!!
Also, any similarities to any other fanfics are not intentional, so please don't be hatin'!!!!
Allegiances
ThunderClan
Leader: Firestar- ginger tom with a flame-colored pelt
Deputy: Graystripe- long-haired gray tom
Medicine Cat: Cinderpelt- dark gray she-cat
Apprentice: Leafpaw- light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes and white paws
Warriors: (toms and she-cats without kits)
Mousefur- small dusky brown she-cat
Apprentice: Spiderpaw- long-limbed black tom with brown underbelly and amber eyes
Dustpelt- dark brown tabby tom
Apprentice: Squirrelpaw- dark ginger she-cat with green eyes
Sandstorm- pale ginger she-cat
Apprentice: Sorrelpaw- tortoiseshell and white she-cat with amber eyes
Cloudtail- long-haired white tom
Brackenfur- golden brown tabby tom
Apprentice: Whitepaw- white she-cat with green eyes
Thornclaw- golden brown tabby tom
Apprentice: Shrewpaw- small dark brown tom with amber eyes
Brightheart- white she-cat with ginger patches
Brambleclaw- dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes
Ashfur- pale gray (with darker flecks) tom, dark blue eyes
Apprentice: Adderpaw- light brown she-cat with a white chest, tail tip, and back paws, and amber eyes ((O.C.!!!!!!))
Rainwhisker- dark gray tom with blue eyes
Sootfur- lighter gray tom with amber eyes
Queens: (she-cats nursing or expecting kits)
Goldenflower- pale ginger coat, the oldest nursery queen
Ferncloud- pale gray (with darker flecks) she-cat, green eyes
Elders: (former warriors and queens, now retired)
Frostfur- beautiful white she-cat with blue eyes
Dappletail- once-pretty tortoiseshell she-cat, the oldest cat in ThunderClan
Speckletail- pale tabby she-cat
Longtail- pale tabby tom with dark black stripes, retired early due to failing eyesight
ShadowClan
Leader: Blackstar- large white tom with huge black paws
Deputy: Russetfur- dark ginger she-cat
Medicine Cat: Littlecloud- very small tabby tom
Warriors: Oakfur- small brown tom
Apprentice: Smokepaw
Tawnypelt- tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes
Cedarheart- dark gray tom
Rowanclaw- ginger tom
Apprentice: Talonpaw
Tallpoppy- long-legged light brown tabby she-cat
Elders: Runningnose- small gray-and-white tom, formerly medicine cat
WindClan
Leader: Tallstar- elderly black-and-white tom with a very long tail
Deputy: Mudclaw- mottled dark brown tom
Apprentice: Crowpaw- dark smoky gray, almost black, tom with blue eyes
Medicine Cat: Barkface- short-tailed brown tom
Warriors: Onewhisker- brown tabby tom
Webfoot- dark gray tabby tom
Tornear- tabby tom
Whitetail- small white she-cat
Elders: Morningflower- tortoiseshell she-cat
RiverClan
Leader: Leopardstar- unusually spotted golden tabby she-cat
Deputy: Mistyfoot- gray she-cat with blue eyes
Medicine Cat: Mudfur- long-haired light brown tom
Apprentice: Mothwhing- beautiful golden tabby she-cat with amber eyes
Warriors: Blackclaw- smoky black tom
Heavystep- thickset tabby tom
Stormfur- dark gray tom with amber eyes
Feathertail- light gray she-cat with blue eyes
Hawkfrost- broad-shouldered dark brown tom
Mosspelt- tortoiseshell she-cat
Queens: Dawnflower- pale gray she-cat
Elders: Shadepelt- very dark gray she-cat
Loudbelly- dark brown tom
Cats Outside Clans
Barley- black-and-white tom that lives on a farm close to the forest
Ravenpaw- sleek black cat that lives on the farm with Barley
Purdy- elderly tabby tom that lives in woods near the sea
Prologue
The dawn patrol rushed back into the camp, Cloudtail at the head and Brackenfur at the heels. The white tom yowled, "Cinderpelt!" The ThunderClan deputy, Graystripe, rushed over to them, with their leader Firestar right behind him. The ginger tom spoke first, "Cloudtail, what's the rush? And why do you need Cinderpelt? Did something happen while you were out?" He nodded furiously, but seemed to have run out of breath and didn't specify what.
Hearing her name called, the medicine cat, Cinderpelt, quickly trotted out of her cave, her apprentice Leafpaw right behind her. She asked, "What's the matter Cloudtail?"
It was another warrior from the patrol, Rainwhisker, who answered. "We found an abandoned kit by the Thunderpath, a small she-cat. She needs your help Cinderpelt!!!" Everyone's eyes widened, and Cinderpelt automatically mewed, "Take me to her. Leafpaw, stay here and prepare some herbs- whatever you think this kit might need." The light brown tabby she-cat nodded, her amber eyes still wide with shock, and hastily ran back into the medicine cat's den.
Cinderpelt then limped rapidly past the dawn patrol warriors, snapping loudly as she passed the three toms, "Hurry up! It's the middle of leaf-bare, and snowing! That kit won't last long in this weather!" The three warriors nodded, running after her. Once they reached the forest Cloudtail earnestly mewed, "We left Thornclaw and Shrewpaw back there to guard it. Unless they've moved, they should still be by the Thunderpath."
The medicine cat nodded, keeping silent. She followed the warriors as they led the way through the forest and to the scene with the kit. Finally, after making their ways through piles of snow and dead leaves, the four cats made it to the Thunderpath.
As Cloudtail had said, there was Thornclaw, a young golden brown tom, and his small brown apprentice Shrewpaw, both huddled around a small, unmoving lump. Shrewpaw, who was swiftly licking the kit's thin fur, glanced up for a moment. Noticing Cinderpelt and the rest of them, he urgently meowed, "Thornclaw, they're back with Cinderpelt!"
The golden warrior looked up from the kit, his amber eyes wide with relief. "Thank StarClan, you're here!" Then he gently lifted the kit by the scruff of its neck, setting it before Cinderpelt. "We've kept her warm as best we could. Is there anything you can do Cinderpelt?"
The kit's fur was jet black, except for her two front paws, which were pure white. The she-cat bent her head down and sniffed the kit's dark black flank, and almost instantly pulled away; she smelled heavily of rotting crow-food and swamp. There were cuts and scratches all over the kit's body, many of them smelling of infection.
She then sighed in relief; the tiny kit was still breathing, just barely clinging to life. Cinderpelt softly laid her tail on its side, but immediately drew it back; this kit was burning up!
With another flick of her tail, Cinderpelt looked back up and mewed urgently, "We need to get her back to the camp; if she stays out here for much longer, she will die before I can treat her." Thornclaw nodded, and then picked the kit up again. His amber eyes were set and determined.
Cinderpelt smiled inwardly at the young warrior's resolve. She turned to Cloudtail and mewed, "Lead the way Cloudtail." The white warrior didn't bother to reply; he turned and dashed back into the forest. Brackenfur immediately followed, with Thornclaw and Shrewpaw right behind him. Rainwhisker held back, waiting for Cinderpelt to start running. The dark gray tom asked the smaller she-cat earnestly, his blue eyes wide with concern, "Do you think she's going to make it Cinderpelt?" The she-cat shook her head and rasped, "In that condition, I really don't know. Until we make it back to camp, her life is in StarClan's paws."
As soon as the five cats reached the camp, Firestar sprinted over to see them. "How's the kit?" His green eyes were bright with worry, and the ginger fur on the back of his neck bristled. The gray medicine cat meowed, "She's in really bad condition. Leafpaw!" She howled for her apprentice, who immediately came rushing over. "Take Thornclaw and the kit into my den and get some feverfew for it. Now!"
The tabby she-cat nodded frantically, and ushered the golden brown warrior into the den. Then Cinderpelt turned back to her leader and meowed, "The kit's about four moons old if I'm not mistaken, and she has open wounds covering her body, many of them infected. And if those hadn't been enough, she has a crazily high fever and with this temperature, wouldn't have lasted much longer if Cloudtail's patrol hadn't found her."
Firestar nodded, and was about to reply when they heard a loud yowl from the camp entrance. "Firestar! I saw Cloudtail and his patrol running back with Cinderpelt! What in the name of StarClan is going on?"
The two cats turned to see Firestar's mate, Sandstorm, padding swiftly over to them, her hunting patrol right behind her. The ginger tom explained, "His patrol found a dying kit by the Thunderpath, and just brought it back." Her light amber eyes widened in shock. "Is it going to be okay?"
At that moment, Leafpaw rushed out of the medicine cat's den and asked earnestly, "Some of the kit's wounds are infected. Should I use-" "Use chervil, not oak leaf. This circumstance is serious enough." Cinderpelt cut her apprentice off, answering Leafpaw's question before she could ask it. The slight tabby nodded obediently, and automatically ran back into the cave.
Then Cinderpelt turned back to Firestar and Sandstorm, mewing seriously, "I'll go help Leafpaw now; she hasn't worked with seriously injured kits before, and will probably need some help." The gray she-cat turned around and followed her apprentice's lead back into the den.
Sandstorm turned to her mate, her eyes wide and troubled. "Do you think the kit will be alright? It is the middle of leaf-bare, and Cinderpelt said that it was in bad condition…" Firestar gently nudged her shoulder. "Cinderpelt will do everything she can to save this kit. We have to trust her." The pale ginger she-cat sighed in agreement.
Five days later, Firestar awoke to see Cinderpelt rushing into his den, her blue eyes bright with happiness. "Firestar, it's the kit! She's awake!" His green eyes widened, and he leaped to his feet. "I'll go get Sandstorm- and Thornclaw."
The dark ginger tom rushed out of his den underneath the Highrock and into the warriors' den. Making his way to the center and gently nudging his mate awake, Firestar mewed quietly, "Sandstorm, it's me, Firestar." The she-cat blinked sleepily and yawned. "What's the matter?" "The kit – the one Cloudtail's patrol found five days ago – she's woken up." Sandstorm immediately pushed herself up and headed over to Thornclaw.
The golden brown tom had been the most worried of all the cats from the patrol, visiting the injured kit in Cinderpelt's den multiple times every day. When Sandstorm prodded his side with her paw his amber eyes flew open. He jumped to his feet and asked hastily, instinctively unsheathing his claws, "What's wrong?" The pale ginger she-cat's brown eyes twinkled and she reassured the golden tom, "Nothing's wrong Thornclaw, nothing at all. We have good news, actually! The kit's woken up!"
He didn't bother to reply to the senior warrior; Thornclaw dashed out of the den, expertly weaving around the other warriors, and towards Cinderpelt's cave. Firestar stared at the warrior, his green gaze pleased. "He really cares about that kit, doesn't he?" Sandstorm let out a quiet laugh, and took a step closer to her mate. "Let's go check on the kit ourselves."
The petite kit opened her light blue eyes, and opened her mouth in a small yawn. She curiously turned her head, and looked around the room she was in.
Thornclaw was crouching right beside her. He breathed out softly, "Thank StarClan!" Cinderpelt bent down and licked the kit's black forehead softly, gently mewing, "Good morning, little one. You gave us all quite a scare." She rasped in a quiet voice, "Where am I?" Leafpaw answered, "In ThunderClan's camp, more specifically in the medicine cat's den. I'm Leafpaw." The kit replied, "Hi Leafpaw."
Then the medicine cat introduced herself. "My name is Cinderpelt. I'm ThunderClan's medicine cat, and Leafpaw is my apprentice." She turned to Thornclaw and meowed, "And this is Thornclaw, one of the cats who found you about five days ago."
The kit turned to face Thornclaw, her big blue eyes wide. "Thank you for saving me." He smiled and replied in a purr, "It was no problem, really. You were in trouble; I couldn't just abandon you. Besides, it wasn't just me; there were three other cats on the patrol when we found you, and Cinderpelt and Leafpaw did much more than I ever could."
Cinderpelt then mewed seriously, "Do you know what happened to you?" The kit scrunched up her eyes, trying to remember anything. After a moment, she shook her head. "All I remember is a bright flash of light, and hurting all over. And after that, I remember waking up here." The grey she-cat asked another question. "Do you remember which Clan you were raised in?" The kit cocked her head. "Clan? What's that?"
Thornclaw explained slowly, so that the kit could understand him, "The Clans are the groups of cats that live here in the forest. There are four of them- ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan, and ShadowClan. And of course, our warrior ancestors living in StarClan.
"We," he motioned between himself and the two medicine cats with his tail, "are members of ThunderClan." The small kit nodded silently. Then Thornclaw repeated Cinderpelt's most recent question.
Her reply was a shake of the head- she didn't remember anything about the Clan she was born in. Cinderpelt sighed, and then murmered gently, "That's alright. Do you remember your name?" She scrunched her face up again, and after a minute, she again shook her head in dismay.
At that moment, Firestar and Sandstorm sauntered into the small den side by side. The kit turned to face the two cats, her blue eyes wide with wonder. She mewed quietly, "Who are you?" Firestar and his mate padded over next to the small kit, the ginger-furred tom softly purring, "My name is Firestar. I'm the leader of ThunderClan." Then he flicked his tail to touch Sandstorm's flank and politely introduced her, "And this is my mate Sandstorm." The pale ginger she-cat smiled and meowed gently, "How do you feel, little one?"
The kit blinked slowly and mewed, "My paws hurt a little. My tail, too. But other than that, I feel fine." "That's good." Then, she scrunched up her nose and sneezed cutely, sending tiny shivers down her slight frame, and a small clump of moss flying into the air. All of the other cats smiled and laughed at this, making the kit brighten up and smile herself.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!" At sunhigh Firestar howled from the tip of the Highrock, and the cats of ThunderClan immediately began to congregate beneath in the meeting space.
First there was Graystripe, the deputy, and Sandstorm and her tortoiseshell apprentice Sorrelpaw. Then Dustpelt, a dark brown tabby tom, padded over from the fresh-kill pile, and his impetuous dark ginger apprentice, Squirrelpaw, immediately strayed from her mentor to sit down beside her mother Sandstorm. Then Mousefur and her black-furred long-legged apprentice Spiderpaw joined them, and the brothers Sootfur and Rainwhisker came just after that, sitting down on either side of the dusky brown she-cat. Cloudtail and his mate Brightheart were right at their heels, with their daughter Whitepaw following with her mentor Brackenfur. Ashfur and Brambleclaw sauntered out of the warriors' den and sat down beside Cloudtail. Then the dark gray warrior's apprentice Adderpaw crawled out of the apprentices' den, yawning tiredly, and sat down beside her mentor.
The queens Goldenflower and Ferncloud padded out of the nursery, staying closer to it as to keep an eye on the kits. Lastly came Cinderpelt, with Leafpaw and Thornclaw's apprentice Shrewpaw, all of whom sat down just outside the medicine cat's den. Thornclaw stayed behind to watch the kit, in case she needed something.
Firestar began, "I'm sure all of you heard of the kit that Cloudtail's dawn patrol found five days ago." Everyone nodded, and the ginger-furred tom continued, "Well, the kit has finally woken up, and Cinderpelt says that she will be fine as long as she continues to rest." One cat – an elder she-cat named Speckletail - cried out from the crowd, "Is that all you declared a Clan meeting for Firestar? To tell us that a kit woke up?"
"No, but there is something I would like the Clan's approval on." Firestar took a deep breath, and then continued loudly, "I would like to know if anyone disapproves of my decision to accept this kit into our Clan."
A surprised murmur swept through the crowd of cats. Mousefur loudly voiced her opinion, "Firestar, I know that you feel sorry for this kit. And so do I, but it's the middle of leaf-bare, for StarClan's sake! What will it eat? We hardly have enough food for ourselves, let alone for another hungry kit!" Firestar calmly responded, "I know, Mousefur, that this is a hard season to let another cat into our Clan. However, I have already spoken to Ferncloud, and she is willing to take this kit into her care until she is apprenticed in about two moons. At that time, she will be able to take care of herself, and she will learn to help support the Clan as an apprentice." Ferncloud gracefully dipped her head, clearly backing up Firestar's statement.
Then, another cat, Sootfur, spoke up, "What I'm worried about is what other Clans will think. I mean, what if this kit is actually from another Clan, and they want her back? Or what if they think that we kidnapped her? What will we do then?"
Firestar opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off when Cloudtail hollered angrily, "If her parents wanted her so bad, then why did they abandon her by the side of the Thunderpath, were she could have been easily killed by one of those monsters?!"
The Clan leader flicked his dark red tail to silence him, and then responded to Sootfur's comment more politely than his nephew. "If this kit did belong to another Clan, then unless she wants to stay here, we will let her go. And I don't think that any cat would believe that ThunderClan warriors would kidnap a defenseless kit." Rainwhisker, Sootfur's brother, added coolly, "Plus, it's in the warrior code that no cat can abandon a kit in pain or danger, even if it is from a different Clan. No one can tell us that our actions in saving her were wrong, according to the warrior code at least."
None of the other cats said anything, and the ginger tom flicked his tail. "Do I have the Clan's consent?" Many of them nodded; Mousefur just huffed and thrashed her tail in frustration, and Spiderpaw anxiously pawed the ground next to his warrior mentor.
Firestar then jumped down from the Highrock, silently declaring the Clan meeting over and lightly landing beside the entrance to his den. The Clan members scattered, the two medicine cats headed back into their den, and the queens returned to the nursery. Dustpelt followed his mate into the nursery, gently licking the side of her face.
Once they were inside the nursery, the couple's kits gathered around their parents, mewing excitedly. Birchkit exclaimed loudly, "Mama, what's going on? I want to know, I want to know!!!!" Larchkit and Hollykit nodded their heads along with their brother so fast that they looked like they would fly off if the kits shook them any harder. The pale gray she-cat purred softly to her kits, "Well, it seems that you three are going to have a new playmate for a couple of moons."
"Really?!" Hollykit cried happily. Dustpelt nodded, his eyes bright and shining. Then Birchkit yipped joyfully, "Can we meet them?! I want to meet them!" Dustpelt glanced at Ferncloud, who after a moment's thought coolly replied, "We'll have to ask Cinderpelt if she is well enough to see anyone yet." Then she smiled and cheerily continued, "Especially anyone as bouncy and energetic as you three!" Hollykit's eyes brightened, and she gleefully exclaimed, "Yay! We're gonna get another sister!" Ferncloud smiled, and looked back at her mate and meowed, "Would you ask Cinderpelt?" The dark brown tom nodded, and with a flick of his tail, turned out of the nursery and headed towards the medicine cat's den.
When Dustpelt reached the small cave Cinderpelt greeted the brown warrior, "Hello Dustpelt. How can I help you?" He politely replied, "Since Ferncloud is taking care of the new kit, Birchkit and Larchkit and Hollykit really want to meet her. Is that all right with you? Do you think she's well enough to meet other cats?"
Cinderpelt glanced backwards at the small kit, who was now huddled in a tight black ball, sleeping soundly. Thornclaw was curled up right beside her, watching her intently as she slept with a kind amber gaze. Smiling Cinderpelt replied, "As long as they don't make too much noise, mess up my herb stocks, or try to get her to roughhouse with them, I think it'll be fine. You can go tell your kits that Dustpelt."
The tabby warrior thanked the medicine cat, and hurried back to the nursery. When he got there, his kits immediately bombarded him with questions. "What'd Cinderpelt say?" "Can we see the new kit?" "Is she still sick?" "What does she look like?" "What's her name?" "Can we see her?!"
Ferncloud gently shushed the rambunctious kits, purring gently to them, "Now now, one question at a time." Birchkit piped up first, "Can we see our new sister Father? Can we?" Dustpelt nodded, and the three kits squealed in glee, automatically running past their father and to the medicine cat's den. The brown tom sighed, "I'll go after them; make sure that they aren't messing up Cinderpelt's den." His pretty mate smiled. "You do that."
The tiny kit's blue eyes flew open at the sound of more cats loudly bounding into the den. She shrunk back closer to Thornclaw – who was still watching her as she rested – when the three kits came close to her. Birchkit exclaimed loudly, "Wow! You're so small! How are you four moons old?"
Dustpelt padded inside just then, and lightly scolded Birchkit, "Be quiet! She's still recovering!" Then the tabby tom turned to face the tiny black kit – who had scooted backwards closer to Thornclaw at Birchkit's outburst – and meowed, "I'm sorry about my son. He's quite rambunctious, especially around new cats." She nodded slightly, her blue eyes still wide. Thornclaw licked her forehead reassuringly, and then gently pushed her a bit closer to the other kits. Dustpelt promptly introduced his children, flicking his dark brown tail next to each one as he said their name. "This is Birchkit. That's Larchkit, and this one is Hollykit."
Larchkit quietly trotted up to the small kit, and gently pressed her nose to hers as a silent greeting. Hollykit followed suit, slowly making her way to the kit and tapping her nose with her own. She smiled and mewed cheerily, "Hi there!" Birchkit came last, doing the same as his siblings and meowing merrily, "Welcome to ThunderClan, new kit!"
She nodded silently, and turned back to look at Thornclaw, her soft blue eyes still wide. The golden tom stretched his paw out and nudged the small kit foreward a bit closer, meowing comfortingly, "It's alright. They're just being friendly. Go ahead." The kit nodded again, and bashfully turned back to the other cats. She mewed quietly, "H-hi there…"
Cinderpelt then intervened, "Now now kits, I think she's had enough of your bouncing for one day. You'd best go back to your mother." All three of the kits sighed in sadness, but obediently padded away, back to the nursery and their awaiting mother.
Their father turned to follow them, but Cinderpelt cut him off. "Dustpelt, I would appreciate it if you would explain everything about this to the little one. You know, about her situation." He turned back and nodded, his brown eyes cool, and then followed his kits back to the nursery.
When he entered the small area Dustpelt called for his mate. Ferncloud softly went over to him, and licked the fur around his ears. "What is it Dustpelt?" The tom replied, "Cinderpelt asked me to tell the kit what's going to happen, but I think that you might be better at handling that kind of thing." Ferncloud nodded, and mewed as she was padding out of the nursery, "Make sure the kits don't get into trouble."
When the pretty she-cat got to the medicine cat's den, she called softly, "Cinderpelt, are you there?" Thornclaw raised his head from watching the small kit at his side, flicking his tail to the back of the den. Ferncloud nodded, and made her way over to the designated area.
Ferncloud snuck a quick glance at the kit while she was sauntering over to Cinderpelt. She was quietly sleeping, her black tail curled over her tiny paws. Thornclaw was beside her, his golden eyes unwavering, watching over the kit like her own personal guardian angel. The light grey she-cat smiled at his devotion, fondly reminded of how Dustpelt acted around her when she had been no more than an apprentice.
Cinderpelt's voice snapped Ferncloud out of her thoughts. "Hello there, Ferncloud. Are you here to see the new kit?"
She nodded, her light green eyes glowing, and softly explained, "Dustpelt asked me if I would explain her situation to her. Apparently, I'm better at it than he is." Cinderpelt dipped her head, and then walked over to the tiny kit and Thornclaw. The small grey she-cat prodded his side with her paw, and softly spoke a few quick words in his ear. His eyes flickered for a moment, but he then nodded quietly and gently nudged the small kit's flank. She sleepily opened her light blue eyes.
The kit sniffed the air, and upon finding an unknown scent, turned towards Ferncloud and, her voice tired, curiously asked, "More visitors?"
Cinderpelt smiled and answered, "Yes, little one. This is Ferncloud." She flicked her gray tail towards the pretty she-cat. "She has to tell you something very important." The kit nodded quietly.
Ferncloud padded quietly beside the young kit, sitting down softly beside Thornclaw. She meowed, "Hello, little one. I'm Ferncloud." The kit nodded, and Ferncloud continued, "Do you know who your mother was? Or your Clan?" She shook her head sadly, her eyes downcast.
The pretty gray she-cat meowed reassuringly, stroking the kit's back with her tail, "There, there, it's alright."
Once the kit had turned back to Ferncloud she continued, "How would you feel about being a member of ThunderClan?" Her blue eyes brightened and she mewed happily, "That would be really cool! You guys are all so nice!" Ferncloud smiled cheerfully. "Well, it's settled then. You, dearest, will be a member of ThunderClan."
The kit grinned happily, then jumped up and turned back towards Thornclaw. "Isn't this great Thornclaw? I'm going to be a member of ThunderClan!" A deep purr rumbled in the golden tabby's chest, and he gently tapped her shoulder with his tail. "That's wonderful. Now calm down before you open your wounds." "Or ruin my stocks of herbs," Cinderpelt added cheekily. All of the cats burst into purrs of laughter.
Then, Cinderpelt asked everyone, "Hey, since she can't remember her name, what should we call her?" All of the other cats looked at her inquisitively. Ferncloud wondered softly, "My my, you're right Cinderpelt. What should we call her?"
Cinderpelt suggested, "Well, you found her by the ShadowClan border, didn't you Thornclaw?" He nodded. "How about Shadowkit?" Ferncloud shook her head contemplatively. "Maybe Skykit? For her eyes?" The small black kit cocked her head cutely.
Then Thornclaw spoke up. "StarClan delivered her to us. I think it's only right that we call her," he smiled softly at the kit, "Starkit."
Both of the other cats pondered that for a moment, but just when Cinderpelt was about to speak the blue-eyed kit mewed, "I like that name!" Ferncloud smiled, purring softly, and Cinderpelt meowed cheerily, "It's settled then. We'll call her Starkit. I'll go tell Firestar right now."