An Eveningpaw production.
ENJOY!
Prologue
The wet bundle dropped to the floor. A pure white she-cat and a smokey back and white tom looked down apon them. The she-kit peeked under her eyelids, something unusual for a newborn.
"I will name you..." Snowbird's voice was drowned by the wind. "Gustkit and you," she pointed at the she-kit sqinting her eyes at the snowstorm. "...Noonkit..."
The stench of Shadowclan was drowned by the ever howling of the mighily angry wind... that was enraged by no good reason. Ha.
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Jayfeather woke with a terrible start. What had he just forseen? A light amber she-kit? No.... it must have been a rabbit... perhaps a poisoned one. He would look out for the prey pile in the morning. Jayfeather drifted back to sleep, the new-leaf times not yet near. But little did he know that for once, he had mistaken a prophecy...