"A brave cat from beyond the clans will return to join the clans. Not by land, not by water, by a smaller growing form. The lover of the brave on will come to find her. Blood will rise again, and only the brave one will stop the flow"
Amberheart looked at the single, squirming kit beside her. She remembered an old nursey story about a clan and a group of rogues. The kit looked exactly like one of the rogues. She decided to call the little red she-kit Redkit, because the rogue's name was Red.
She then remembered that the rogue had been killed by her own father because he hated the cat she loved. She hoped that she hadn't't just cursed her own kit.
"I want to see you be brave, little one." She whispered. For once, she was glad her mate wasn't around. It would have been awkward to have a witnes to her naming her only kit after a cat in a nursery tale.
"I wish Snowcloud was alive to see her" she said.
The little she-kit was asleep now, and Amberheart fell asleep beside it.