Prologue:
The wind and snow swirled about with howls, as shrieks of agony pierced the air. Inside the ThunderClan nursery a white silver tabby she-cat howled in pain. "You can do it Whisperfrost." a white feathery she-cat murmured. "I'm trying Dewleaf." the tabby croaked. Outside a brown tabby paced back and forth. "She's fine Owlclaw." a silver cat meowed. Owlclaw looked up, "But what if she's not Silvermask, what if she's not." he whispered with pleading eyes. "Whisperfrost can do this, my daughter never gives up a challenge." Silvermask rumbled sternly, the tom sighed and padded over to his mate who whispered encouraging words to Whisperfrost. He looked at Whisperfrost with encouragement and told her it was just another challenge. With that, the tabby pushed harder with a new determination. Suddenly, her belly started convulsing. "A kit's on its way." Dewleaf meowed, as her words finished a small tabby brown kit slid out. Dewleaf bit the sack and put him by his mother's stomach. The belly started to convulse again and the kit mewed in confusion. An even smaller white kit slid out and Dovesong, Whisperfrost's mother, bit the sack. The newly grandmother stared in adoration as her daughter weakly licked the kits. Finally, Owlclaw burst through. His looks of worry melted into a loving gaze as he looked upon his kits. Whisperfrost greeted him softly and the rest of the family slowly left, Dovesong being the last, staying to lick both kits heads. Whisperfrost stared fondly at her new son and daughter. "What do you want for our charming little son here?" She asked sweetly. "Pinekit would fit him." Owlclaw said transfixed by his son. "And my darling little she-kit most definitely has to be Icekit. She is like a beautiful winter." Whisperfrost sighed. The two new parents lay in awe at their new kits as the snow began to calm down. The moon shone as the parents fell asleep curled next to their kits.