Stormfur gazed at the scraps of fur, his new litter of kits with Brook. Brook kept shoving one to the left, hiding something from him, but he wasn't sure.
Moons passed, the kits grew, but they're eye's weren't open.
Brook picked up the black kit that she kept hiding the left side. "I'm sorry, Nightengale That Flies Near Mountain." She murmured, and set out in the cold. The black kit squeaked, and Brook pressed her ears flat. They finally got to the pool that connected to the waterfall. Brook placed Nightengale in the water, and she swept away. A tear fell as Brook watched the kit fall over onto the other side of the rock, and she turned back.