PROLOGUE
Wind swept through a small tunnel, followed by the paw steps of what seemed very eager and quick. "Where is she?" A panicked meow filled the silent air. A black pelted cat wept through the entrance to a clan called Treeclan. This clan lived miles away from other clans, but was filled with alive prey and trees. The tom slid to a halt in the middle of Treeclan territory's clearing. and swiftly grabbed a squirrel out of the fresh kill pile. The tom sniffed the air and located her mates scent, MoonFlight. The tom's pelt glittered as the moonlight flickered off of his pelt. He stirred to the nursery, gulped, and walked in. He looked around to smell the beautiful scent of milk and newborn kits, and made a guess that his mates kits were here. Just as if she was reading his mind, MoonFlight looked up from her kits and stared into the toms eyes and meowed softly with care, "They're here, DarkPelt." DarkPelt, the black pelted tom, nodded cheerfully and put down the squirrel, and MoonFlight gulped it down in a couple of bites. DarkPelt looked down at the kits and smiled, then managed to stutter out a meow saying, "They..They're lovely." MoonFlight licked the kits heads and nodded in agreement. "Shall we name them?" MoonFlight asked DarkPelt. DarkPelt silently flicked his tail as in saying, "yes". MoonFlight looked down at a silver kit with black paws, black ears, and a stripped black and silver tail then meowed, "I'll name this one Darkkit. Is that good?" DarkPelt purred with agreement, satisfied that it didn't stay in his throat and choke him. Then he flicked his tail at the second one, which was all black with silver paws. "Perhaps this one could be named.. Nightkit?" He meowed. MoonFlight looked up at his mates eyes, and noticed a dim of light, and how old and weak he looked. This thought made her quite scared, but she stopped a shutter and purred with agreement. Then the last one. The last one had strong looking paws, and the she kit nuzzled her mothers pelt. "Shall this one be Mistykit? MoonFlight asked with delight. "Sure!" Exclaimed DarkPelt with enthusiasm. After a few heartbeats of grooming the kits, which felt like moons to DarkPelt, he got up and shook the moss off of his pelt, then meowed, "I've got to go do clan business. I've scented fox near the territory." MoonFlight's eyes glittered with amuse. "I forgot you were the deputy for a moment or two. Good luck!" She meowed, and as DarkPelt left the nursery, she didn't see him again for the rest of the night.