Prologue
A shiver went down the she-cat's spine as the rain hit her pelt. Thunder roared overhead and lightning lit up the night sky. Her pelt was completely drenched and rain was dripping from her whiskers. The she-cat's belly was swollen with kits, she could feel their movement and she knew that it was time. There was a willow tree nearby, that would have to be her shelter.
Hurriedly, the she-cat ducked under the willow tree and lay into a wet patch of moss, sprawled on her side. The she-cat screeched as a spasm passed through her body. As waves of pain passed through her, she unsheathed her claws and sank them into the ground. Her whole body shuddering with effort. "StarClan, please let this go well", she hissed through clenched teeth.
The she-cat gasped as a small bundle of fur had slid from underneath her. It was a she-kit. She gently nudged the the kit to her and licked her fur the wrong way, in order to keep the kit warm.
Lightning crackled up ahead as another spasm passed through the she-cat. She clawed at the ground and let out a hiss. She shut her eyes tightly and let out a loud yowl. Another tiny scrap of fur slid from underneath her, it was another she-kit.
The two kits pressed closer to her belly, and began to suckle. The heavy rain from earlier had now turned into a light drizzle. After what had seemed like moons, the two she-kits drifted off to sleep.
The she-cat felt a rush of sadness as she remembered that she could not keep them. In the morning she would have to give them up, they would be far beyond her reach. With a jolt, she suddenly remembered the prophecy that had been given to her by StarClan.
"A terrible plague will sweep through the clans, the only way out of the darkness is to move together towards the light", she quoted. And maybe these kits were apart of that. Regret and sorrow welled up in her chest as she gazed at the kits, once more. "You will grow up to be strong warriors... my only regret is that I wont be there to see it." She mewed, her voice thick with emotion.