The large tom paced outside, his head down and ears back, anticipation lining each step. He looked inside the den that his dear mate had been inside, a grim expression on his face. The medicine cat walked out, hurry in her pace.

"Come meet your new kits," She said softly, a pleased expression on her face.

The dark ginger tom followed her into the den anxiously. He pressed his forehead against his mate's forehead, looking down at the petite newborns, suckling their mother's milk and letting out tiny mewls.

"Quailfeather, they're so beautiful," He remarked, giving each a lick.

"What should we name them?" Quailfeather asked, her golden tabby fur reflecting the light that streamed through the cave entrance and splashing onto her and the tiny kits.

"Well, the dark brown one should be… Kestrelkit?" He offered, looking at his mate, a smile glued to his face.

"And the male will be Falconkit, like his sister," Quailfeather added, both of them receiving names of birds.

"The runt will be Yewkit," He said, giving her tiny brown fur a couple licks, golden stripes running throughout her body.

"And what about this lastkit, Pinefrost?" Quailfeather said, nudging the squirming beige kit. She blindly moved around, searching for her mother's warmth. She only found a small plant as a drop of dew fell onto her nose, making her sneeze and recoil with surprise.

Pinefrost let out a small chuckle of amusement. "What about Dewkit?"

"It's perfect," Was her only response.

Dewkit nuzzled her way out of her mother and siblings, and padded across the den quietly, careful not to wake up Bramblekit, Gingerkit, and Brackenkit on the way out. She leapt out, aiming toward the brute she had called father.

She rammed harmlessly into his leg, too tiny to do any real damage. The cave floor below them had been covered with a damp layer of frost.

As she hit her father's leg, she let out a little 'oomph' sound and fell backwards onto her rump, looking up toward her father.

"Good morning, Dewkit," He said, beaming toward his brood, eyes shining with pride. She had earned the markings of her father, and the mix of her father and mother's colors. Multiple stripes and spots rhymed into a symphony of distinct liger-like markings. She had the mix of green and yellow eyes.

"Good morning, Pinefrost," She said toward the deputy.

The Clan that they had inherited, known as OakClan, had been split into two religions, therefore calling for two leaders and two deputies. The religions were the usual StarClan, which was the side Dewkit and her family had taken. The other was known as the 'Ancient Warriors', which was much more complex.

The warriors that had passed, instead of going to StarClan, stayed with the Clan, guarding them and granting them with nine lives in a different way. Instead of going to Moonrock, the deputy went to a different moonstone. It was more of a pale green color instead of the usual turquoise. The warriors of past generations would show up before the leader fell asleep. Though instead of warriors, the past leaders of the Clan showed up. They pronounced how they had lost their last life, and prayed protection from that cause, giving a life from each leader.

Dewkit's attention flickered back to the leader's den as Ebonystar emerged. The white tom had black markings across his face and on his legs, quite like a Siamese of different colors.

Dewkit sat down happily but was quickly interrupted by a small figure landing softly on her back, knocking her over and earning a small yelp of surprise from Dewkit. She wriggled around underneath the dark brown figure atop of her. She batted softly with sheathed claws at his ears, causing him to back off of her.

"Falconkit!" She realized out loud, snarling playfully and rushing at him, gathering his weight into her paws and pummeling him over. He giggled and pushed at her shoulders, almost knocking her off. She got up and ran the opposite direction, yelling over her shoulder, "Catch me if you can!"

And with that he bolted after her, pursuing closely. He snagged his teeth softly on her tail, causing her to stumble and roll across the cave floor, tripping Falconkit too.

"What is that racket?" Asked one of the elders, Stormface.

Both kits turned their attention toward him and their auds fell to the back of their heads.