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PROLOGUE
A brown-furred tabby rushed into the clan with two kits in his mouth. He set them down gentley and looking around at the baffled, hostile glances cast from inside dens. A slender, light orange-pelted tabby padded towards him, just as shocked as the rest. "What is this Thistleheart?" Her voice was emotionless and cold.
"I found..." The large brown warrior squeeked and regained his strength. "Remember how the fire yesterday at sunset burned down the entire MistClan to their feet, Orangestar?" Thistleheart silenced and looked into his leader's eyes for misunderstanding, but she waited for him to say more. "I found two kits near the river, hidden behind a few pebbles. They smell like MistClan survivors."
Orangestar fell silent and sat patiently. Hatred burned for MistClan after they had recently attacked RainClan, but she still showed sympathy for them; although no one could save them from the forest fire. "Very well, Thistleheart. But later I need to discuss with you." Her eyes narrowed, and several cats came around, murmuring in disagrement. Orangestar stalked away and jumped up on the highrock.
"All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather round for a clan meeting." Her voice echoed out into MistClan, and slowly warriors, apprentices, queens with their kits came around, mewing about this disturbance. Thistleheart could almost make out the shape of Icekit, who recently had caught green-cough, glarring her green eyes from inside the medicine cat's den. He sat down next to the quivering kits and waited inpatiently.
"Quiet." Orangestar ordered, and the Clan fell silent. "StreamClan and MistClan are missing. It's as if we're all lost. MistClan was burned down in a forest fire, but luckly the river stopped it from coming onto both of the Clans' territories. Unfortunately, we learned this from the StreamClan last night at the gathering." She paused and looked at the crowd of cats. "My deputy, had found two kits with the scent of MistClan. I know my decision came quick, but I feel this is the right choice."
"But they aren't our own Clan's blood!" Thistleheart could hear Jaggedtooth yowling across the clearing. "Hush, Jaggedtooth. As the warrior code goes, we are to never let a kit down in need."
Several warriors whispered in agreement to each other. Orangestar moved her head slowly towards Thistleheart, then back at her Clan. "The silver one with black paws we will name Hailkit, and the Tortoiseshell we will call Echokit." She jumped down to end the meeting and headed for a young queen. "Amberfur, could you please take care of these kits?" Orangestar mewed, more compassion in her words. "I know you recently lost three of your kits due to greencough, and the other is staying with our medicine cat, but right now they need your help."
Amberfur cast a weary glance over to Thistleheart. "Yes, Orangestar. I have plenty of milk." She smiled warmly and trotted over to the deputy. "Thistleheart, help me carry the kits, will you?" She grabbed one kit by it's scruff and made her way to the nursery, Thistleheart close behind with the other.