Prologue
Brightmoon lapped at the three newborn kits, happiness filling her from ears to tail-tip. Her mate Stonefoot padded in, gazing at the kits.
"We should name them." she mewed. "How about Lightkit for this golden one?"
"Yes, that's a good name," he purred. "What about Amberkit for this little tabby? She has such pretty dark fur."
"Yes, and Darkkit for the other lighter brown one, with the mottled tabby pattern?" She suggested.
"Those are all good names." mewed Smokecloud, the medicine cat. Her dark, cloudy gray fur was slightly rumpled; due to Flickerpaw's whitecough, she was busy. "I'll go tell Oakstar what names you've chosen. He'll be glad to know."
She padded out of the nursery, looking around. Ah! Oakstar was padding into camp. She hurried over.
"Smokecloud!" he meowed. "Are Brightmoon's kits okay?"
"Yes, they're fine. I just wanted to let you know, they've been named. Darkkit, Lightkit, and Amberkit."
"Those are fine names. I'm glad. What about Greenclaw's kits? They're about three moons now, right?"
"Yes. they are." Just then, they were both interrupted by a bout of coughing from the medicine den. Smokecloud hurried off, shaking her head slightly.