The kit mewed for its mother, all it saw was pitch black. Its wet body shivering in the rain. He felt something wet grab him. He squealed. "A abounded kit!" A tom meowed, shocked at the find. "Get the kit to Yarrowtail now!" A she-cat hissed. The tom ran, the she-cat at his heels. They ran up a slope and down, entering a tunnel that lead to many caves and caverns with cats in them.
The scents were mingled, the kit couldn't understand who is who and where he was. The kit wanted to see so badly! But he was only born a minute ago. He perked his ears. He heard many gasps. Suddenly the warmth was gone and his hind legs were cold. He let out a fearful meow. "Who wishes to raise and name this kit?" Said a she-cat. A tom came over, sniffing the kit. "The kit has no wounds!" He reported. Murmurs broke out.
"Thank StarClan."
"Oh StarClan gave him mercy!"
"This kit has hope!"
"How is this kit not dead? The storm is raging! Many cats died from it!"
"Is the kit weak?"
"Impossible!"
The kit shrinked down. "I will raise him." Said a she-cat. "Me too, I am her mate, after all." A tom spoke out in the midst of the crowd. "Very well." Said another she-cat.
"His name will be Stormkit."