A long time ago two clans lived peacefully side by side. They fallowed the warrior code and listened to StarClan. However one day SunClan's leader lost his last life. The deputy rose as leader. Not too soon after becoming leader, she declared war on MoonClan. The battle lasted for many seasons. Many cats prayed to StarClan for hope. Hope never came. It wasn't until SunClan's leader was killed by the leader of MoonClan. SunClan's deputy had died in the battle so the leader of MoonClan took pity on the clan. She united the clans and together they became EclipseClan. StarClan didn't like this. They spoke to the medicine cats of the new clan only to have them turn their backs on them. They had done this themselves without any help from their ancestors, their ancestors had not helped them at all. Not even lifting a claw to help in the battle! The whole clan turned their back on StarClan. StarClan tried to speak with them again only to find that they could not speak to anyone. EclipseClan then started to stray from their past ways. They began to take on a different kind of life. The leader now assigned mates to cats so that no warrior would die mateless. New dens where made so that there would be a she-cat apprentice den and a tom apprentice den, and the same with warriors and elders. Medicine cats could have as many apprentices as they could train. Unknowingly to them, StarClan watched them through it all.
"Nightfrost! Nightfrrroooosst!" called an orange tom. "Burnstep, be quiet!" growled a black and white she-cat. "But... I saw hope for EclipseClan..." the orange tom, Burnstep, whimpered. Nightfrost jumped up. "What? What did you see?! Why didn't you open with that?! Just tell me already!" yelled the she-cat. "A kit is going to be born soon!" said Burnstep. "That helps nothing." mumbled Nightfrost as she curled back up. "Oh..." said Burnstep.
"Four kits, congratulations Iceflower." said a brown tabby tom.
"Do you know when Lionpelt will be back?" asked a white she-cat with green eyes and black paws.
"No, sorry Iceflower. You may as well name them now and tell Lionpelt later." said the tom.
"But Leaftooth, I want to name them with him." complained Iceflower.
Leaftooth sighed. "I'll go find him." he said. The tom walked off.
"You really should have named them without Lionpelt, he named all of your other kits." said a gray queen.
"I know, but I'm not creative enough to name them all." said Iceflower. Iceflower looked down at her four kits. A white tom, a gray tom, a light brown tom, and a flame pelted she-cat.
Soon Leaftooth returned with a large golden tom. "Let me guess, you want me to name them all." said the tom.
"Yeah, I'm not creative enough to name them all." said Iceflower.
Lionpelt sighed. "Fine. The white tom is Frostkit, the gray tom is Stormkit, and the light brown tom is Dustkit. You have to name the she-kit." said Lionpelt. Iceflower watched the she-kit in silence.
"Well? Are you gonna name her or is this going to take all night?" asked the gray queen.
Leaftooth glared at the gray queen. "This is the first kit of all of her kits that Iceflower is naming, please be quiet Ashclaw." he said.
"Foxkit!" said Iceflower.
"That isn't a very she-cat like name..." said Leaftooth.
"Eh, oh well. Her name shall be Foxkit." said Iceflower. Iceflower looked down at the she-kit. She could swear that the wind was squealing with joy.
