The Surviving Kit Prologue
The wind flowed through the forest, brushing leaves as it went. It passed by a large dip in the ground, surrounded by trees and next to it, a swiftly flowing river. This was IvyClan's camp.
In the camp, a dark brown tabby tom slept in a hole in the ground under a bramble bush.
Then an agonizing yowl startled him out of his sleep. Russetpelt!, he thought. Her kits were coming and they were way too early.
He dashed out of the den and headed straight for the nursery. Inside a ginger and white queen was lying on the moss covered ground, panting and yowling.
The noise brought other cats running towards the nursery warriors and apprentices. In what seemed like ten seasons, the kits were born, but Russetpelt was very weak.
"Leafwhisker", she croaked. "Where are my kits?". The dark tabby tom looked towards the bundle of fur that lay nearby. None of the kits seemed to be alive.
"I'm sorry," he meowed, every word like a thorn in is heart. "They're all gone." Russetpelt let out a chilling wail of grief. As she did, a young black and white she-cat yowled to Leafwhisker. "This one's not dead!" At first, he thought the she-cat must be wrong, and the kit was dead, but then it's body gave a tiny twitch. The kit was silver, with gray stripes and two very dark gray paws.
"She's alive but she will probably die soon." he said.
"Then her name will be Dreamkit." Russetpelt was staring at her tiny daughter with grief in her eyes. "In honer of StarClan."
Leafwhisker padded out of the nursery, his heart heavy. Looking up to the stars, he whispered,"Why have you taken these kits from us StarClan?" Just after he spoke, a star blazed ahead, setting the tom's fur on end. He stiffened as he heard a faint whisper in his ear. ""One small, but with a strong heart, a destiny is before her unlike any other." "What do you mean?" Leafwhisker asked. "Tell me what you mean!".
There was no sound but a tiny mewl from the nursery. Was this new prophecy about the kit? Did this mean it would survive? He peeked into the nursery. Dreamkit was curled on the moss next to her mother's body. "Oh little kit." he murmured "You have a great destiny ahead of you."