Rain pattered from the outside of the den. Inside, a queen had given birth just two minutes before. Now embraced by the kit's scent, the mother smelt death.
One of her kits, a red and yellow tom, was motionless before her. The mother was about to wail in agony when the kit woke up and squirmed for milk.
The mother puzzled over this for a minute, and settled on that the kit was a stillborn and had come back to life, just like her friend's kit.
She then saw another kit squirm a bit. The mother stared at it and saw that it had shimmered and changed. It was now a dog pup. It glowed again, and it became a kit once more.
She stared and blinked, thinking her vision was messing with her.
The mother's eyes then settled on the third, and smallest kit. It seemed to stare into her eyes, Are you strange, she thought.
The kitten blinked, then nodded as if understanding the mother's thoughts.
"Momma", it spluttered.
That was enough to bring the mother out of her nest. She sprang, dislodging the kits. They wailed after a few moments.
The one that understood her mewed, "Hungry Momma."
She couldn't bear to leave her own kits away from milk so the mother settled back into place, thinking about the kit's future in ThunderClan.
Yeah, more kits with crazy superpowers.