Meadowbreeze, medicine cat of Windclan, padded to the exit of the camp. It was time to have her kits. Ripplestar's kits too, she thought. At first, when she discovered she was pregnant, she had been worried- this was forbidden in so many ways! She was Windclan's young medicine cat, only twelve moons old, and he was the new leader of Riverclan, and yet only eighteen moons old- the youngest leader ever. Suddenly, she was distracted from her reminiscing by the first pang in her belly. She quickly picked up a sturdy stick and lay down on a large patch of moss on the edge of Windclan territory. Nobody would find her here.
One painful hour later: Meadowbreeze lay on the ground, her stick splintered in front of her. She also had a large, handsome tom kit, with his mother's soft green eyes and cream colored muzzle, paws, chest, and tail-tip, but his father's sleek golden tabby fur. And a big cock, she observed. But how will I care for him? Even if I was not a medicine cat, my clanmates must not see him. He looks so much like his father- and me. He also must not go to Riverclan, or his father may be thrown out. What good leader mates with another clan's medicine cat? She thought about this as the young tom nursed. He was already very strong, and had unbelievably sharp little teeth and claws. Finally, she came to a decision. Thunderclan has the finest territory at this time of year. I heard that Flamemist had her kits recently, too- she would care for him. She picked up her kit and crossed the border into Thunderclan
