A cat heard mumbling around her. She couldn't make out any words, but the voices sounded worried and uncertain. They kept talking. Someone grabbed her by her scruff and tried to drag her out of wherever she was now. She was so tired… And so dizzy. It may of not been her that was moving, but just the mere thought of it made her fall into a deep sleep.

The cat woke up again. She felt soft something around her, but she didn't bother to open her eyes. She still felt so tired. Yet, falling asleep didn't seem like an option. She sat there, just basking in the coziness. She couldn't remember the last time she felt like this. In fact, she couldn't remember anything at all. But suddenly she felt hungry. So hungry that she couldn't bear it. She sat up, and blinked her eyes open. Next to her there was a pool of water. She peered into it.

There, in the water, was a young brown tabby she-cat, with brilliant green eyes. She only looked about 4 moons old. Her stomach grumbled. She averted her gaze from the water, and looked around. She was in a small room, like a den inside of a den. She was sitting on a nest made of moss and feathers, and other nests were in the same room. Four others, in fact. She called out feebly.

"Hello? Can you help me? I'm hungry." Her call was no more than a pitiful mew. Luckily someone heard her. A ginger tom with a brown paw walked in.

"Hi, did you say you were hungry? I grabbed you a mouse. So, what is your name?" He said as he nudged her a mouse.

She dug into the mouse. She may of only been a very small kit, but she was starving. When she was done, she glanced up at the tom. He was amused by her scarfing down that mouse.

"I don't know my name. I-I, don't know anything!" the cat howled, grief piercing her young mew.

"Well, I'm really sorry. But, could I tell you how we found you? You deserve to know at least some of your past" the tom asked. "Oh, my name is Brownpool by the way."

The kit nodded her head eagerly. She wanted to know anything about herself.

"Well, so three of our warriors were scouting out territory to make sure the huge storm didn't hurt anything to badly, and looking for anyone who may have been caught in it. Well, they found you, knocked out cold in the remains of a two-leg boat. They took you back to camp, because you were so young and obviously needed help. That's all we know. But, you'll be living in the nursery with Cricketnose. She's the camp queen that always lives there. She'll give you a name. Follow me." Brownpool got up, so the kit followed him.

At one point they were out in a clearing. There were lots of cats, of every color. Almost every one of them stared at the kit as if she was a ghost. Soon, they entered a den that smelled of milk. There was a brown cat with a white underbelly siting in there, obviously waiting for the kit.

"Hi Brownpool, I can take care of her from now on, you can go along now and I will make sure to bring her to you if she starts to feel bad at all, whatsoever. Okay?" She said eagerly. Brownpool nodded and left the kit with her.

"Um, hi…" the kit said, nervously. She did 't know this cat, so she was a little uneasy that now this queen would be her mother.

"Hi, little one. I think you need a name, correct? She mewed to the kit, "well, hmm. You look like me.. Just a bit except that you are a tabby and I am not. You could be Beetlekit! I think that you seem like a Beetlekit. And after three litters, It's weird negotiating the name with the kit! But, you are a special circumstance, young one!" Cricketose said, very bubbly, and just as nervous as Beetlekit. What if the kit didn't want her as a mother and told the leader? What would she do then? But, Beetlekit looked happy to just have a name. It was all she could ask for.

"Beetlekit…" She said softly, picturing a shimmering beetle in the sunlight. "I-I like it. I think it is very pretty. But now, I am really tired. Can I go to sleep?" Beetlekit yawned.

"Of course Beetlekit, always." Cricketnose said as she showed the exhausted kit a nest to sleep in. "Sweet dreams…"