The Story of Dovewing
Prologue:
Hail slammed down on the bracken covered den, hidden deep within the forest. High above, gray cat whose fur shone blue in the moonlight slammed her paw down. "I will not have this! These kits are forbidden! For Starclan's sake, they're the clan leaders. I thought Hollystar might have chosen better than this. She chose her kin! She favored Cloudstar and against many opinions, made him her deputy! These kits are doomed!" With this furious note, Bluestar ended her rant and sat down again, her coat shaking with anger.
"Bluestar." A second cat, this time a delicate tortoiseshell, stepped out of the long shadows. "Bluestar, do you regret your kits, or do you remember loving them and Oakheart so much, you were young and innocent then. Do not tell me you have forgotten. How do you think your mother and sister felt when you had Mistykit, Stonekit, and …Mosskit. Think of them, of your family." Spottedleaf mewed quickly. The many cats in the storm-ridden clearing gazed down through the stars to the queen lying far below.
"How do you think we felt, me and Moonflower, when you had your kits. Surely, we wished you hadn't, but we didn't once curse them. Forgive her." The white cat who had leapt to Spottedleaf's side was Snowfur, Bluefur's much loved sister who had died when a monster hit her.
"Bluefur, how can you speak like this. I'm your kit, yours and Oakheart's, a Riverclan warrior. Think of all of us, the cats who loved one of a different clan. You and Oakheart, Silverstream and Graystripe, Sasha and Tigerstar, Leafpool and Crowfeather, and countless others. Bluestar."