A black she-cat skirted the edge of the Twolegplace, heading towards huge group of trees. Towards the clans. In her mouth was a small black she-cat with one white paw. Stopping at the edge of a thunderpath, she looked at the dark, shadowy pine forest. Putting the kit down, she tasted the air. A patrol was nearing. Grabbing her kit in her jaws, she darted over and sat her on the ground. Running back she darted under a bush close to the thunderpath and looked across at her kit.
A white tom with huge black paws stepped out of the trees. A russet colored she-cat followed with a ginger she-cat. The she-cat bunched her muscles together ready to get her kit back and silently cursed at herself for not staying over there with her. The tom let out a startled hiss at the sight of the little she-cat, while the two she-cats' eyes widened in shock. "Poor kit!" The ginger she-cat's eyes softened as she talked.
"Blackstar, can we take her back to camp?" The other she-cat mewed staring at the kit. "There's something wrong with that kit. Just think of what it looks like!" Blackstar growled. The ginger she-cat hissed in annoyance while the russet she-cat gave him a disbelieving look. Blackstar's tail flicked as he mewed, "Fine, Rowanclaw, take it back to camp." He flicked his tail at the russet she-cat who was looking straight at the bushes she was hiding in. Rowanclaw glared at the retreating form of Blackstar and hissed, "It's a she!" Blackstar's ear flicked irritably before he disappeared into the bushes. As the bushes trembled back into place, Rowanclaw picked up her kit. With a final decision, the black she-cat stepped out of the bushes and meowed to get her attention. Rowanclaw's ears flicked up and turned towards her.
"Her name is Light."