Jayfeather pressed his muzzle against his dead sister's fur. He breathed and remembered when they wre kits together. When he thought about it, she kind of smelled like the nursery. Suddenly, he heard a quiet squeak. He slowly padded towards the sound and found a small kit, with the scent of windclan on its pelt. He yowled for leafpool as the moon glowed brightly in the distance. Leafpool walked over. "The moon is very bright tonight. Starclan is trying to tell us something. Long ago, ther was a prophecy about a great hero being born from blood. I can sense that this kit is the one. Because of the bright mon to ight, this kit shall be called moonkit until she recieves her apprentice name."