The Tale of a Comet

Prologue

The cold, silvery Leaf-bare moonlight filtered through the thick branches of the nursery walls. A small white she-cat had her tail wrapped around two small helpless bundels of fur. The larger one was a ginger tom and the smaller one was a brown tabby with white stripes and a fluffy tail. A young brown and silver she-cat was fixing her icey blue gaze on them.

"It is unlikely that they will make it through the night,Whiteflower. After all, they were born half a moon early." the brown and silver cat mewed.

"Nonsense, Poppypaw, they are strong enough, especially this little one." Whiteflower nudged the little ginger tom with her nose, who gave a small wail of protest.

"Yes, but the other one is weak and sickly. The poor thing will probably die before he wakes, without ever even having a chance to become a warrior." the sad look in Poppypaw's eyes was unmistakable.

Then a wideset tabby tom spoke up, "What shall you name them, Whiteflower? Or, will you name them at all?"

"Of coarse I will name them, no cat should die without a name, Hawkfur. I will name them – Cometkit and Sunkit."

"If they don't make it through the night don't say I didn't warn you." With that Poppypaw strode towards the medicine den without even looking back.