The she-cat looked proudly at her two kits. A beautiful little tortoiseshell she-cat, and a strapping black and white tom. Her mate peered into the nursery and purred hoarsely in delight.
"Two new warriors for WindClan."
The she-cat's golden eyes glistened with concern as she nudged the kits closer to her belly.
"It is a dark time for the Clan, Thornfur . . . who knows if they will even live to see better days."
Thornfur moved in closer and mewed softly, "Do not fret so much, Hollyfoot, the Clan is strong and we are faithful in the warrior code. It will get better. What are thier names."
Hollyfoot touched them gently, "The she-kit is Breezekit, and the little tom, Tallkit."
Thornfur purred again, "Fine names. I must go, its time for the Dawn Patrol. May StarClan look over you and our kits." He backed out of the nursery and was gone.
Hollyfoot curled around her kits, ears pricked towards the entrance, worried about their future, and the future of WindClan altogether.
For WindClan was lead now by Foxstar, and he was well-named, for he was as cunning and as vicious as a Fox. Beneath him the warrior code was cracking, pushed to its very limit by his cruel and uncat-like ways. Foxstar was not satisfied with the rabbit-rich moors, he wanted more, and was willing to sacrifice cats to get it. He ignored the elders and queens, and hunting was scarce as more and more warriors died in Foxstar's attempts to sieze territory from other clans. Hollyfoot looked at her two kits, and wondered what kind of life they could possibly have. She tightened her resolve to raise them by the warrior code.
She knew that only a cat strong in mind, soul, and heart could save her beloved Clan from the bloody path it was following, and she prayed to StarClan for strength to pass to her kits, for in them, she sensed greatness.