Charecters

Hollyleaf - black she – cat with green eyes.

Rainkit – brown tabby with green eyes.

Nightkit - black she – cat with yellow eyes.

Owlkit – long – haired white – and – brown tom with pale yellow eyes.

'Kits,' Hollyleaf mewed sternly, 'Back in the nursery, its cold outside.'

'Why?' whined Rainkit, 'I wanna play!'

'Yeah,' agreed Nightkit, 'me too!'

'Well,' Owlkit's voice was older that he was, 'We should listen to mother.'

Hollyleaf gave her son an approving lick. He was very different from the other kits. Strong, wise and unusually colored, it was a special kit. Rainkit and Nightkit were special too. But no one must find out why. No one.

'You should listen to your mother you know,' a big gold tom padded to the nursery to see his sister.

"Lionblaze!' Nightkit attacked his tail playfully.

'Greetings, Lionblaze,' Owlkit inclined his head a bit.

Rainkit flicked his brother's ear playfully with his paw. 'Don't be that serious,' he muttered in his ear friendly, 'Lets play WindClan attack.'

'No, thanks,' answered Owlkit coldly, 'I'd rather talk to Jayfeather.'

As the tom padded toward the medicine cat's den and Nightkit and Rainkit swirled in a play fight, Lionblaze padded to her sister. 'When will you tell me, who fathered them?' he hissed in her ear.

'I won't,' snapped Hollyleaf back, 'No one's supposed to know.'

'But I am your brother,' growled the gold tom.

Hollyleaf suddenly became softer.

'I'm sorry Lionblaze,' whispered Hollyleaf, 'But I can not tell you.'

'Fine,' spat the warrior and padded away.

Hollyleaf sighed. Why had she been so stupid?

Honeyfern slipped from the nursery. 'How are Streamkit and Whistlekit?' asked Hollyleaf friendly. Honeyfern purred and pressed her muzzle against her friend's. 'They're great,' she mewed, 'Thank you!'

Suddenly the camp blew up with shrieks of fury, horror and dismay. Honeyfern and Hollyleaf scooped their kits into the nursery and hid inside themselves. A familiar scent hit Hollyleaf's nose: Sol.

'What do you want here?' bellowed Cinderheart.

'Go away!'

'Leave.'

'Let's kill him.'

Yowls were exploding the hollow. Brambleheart and Firestar padded to stand in front of the golden tom.

'What do you want?' growled Brambleclaw.

'My kits,' Sol answered calmly.

A wave of shock hit the ThunderClan camp.

'What?' spat Firestar, 'What kits?'

'Hollyleaf's,' Sol's mew was cold, but light.

The camp fell silent.