The kits were born beneath the stars, in a wide field. The tall, soft, green grass waved gently in the breeze, along with the sprays of wildflowers. The stars twinkled and glimmered, casting a pleasant, delicate light down on the world below. The still shadows of the night lay over everything like a blanket of new-fallen snow.
A pained she-cat's yowls tore through the night, and soon, the squeals of newborn kits chimed in.
The stars watched silently as the three small kits were nudged against their mother's belly by a medicine cat. The kits squirmed and suckled hungrily.
Perhaps it is time, the stars thrummed.
"What will you name them?" asked the medicine cat.
The mother gazed down on her kits with weary pride. "Nightkit," she meowed. "Emberkit." She nodded to the black kit and the ginger kit.
"What about the last one?" the medicine cat asked.
The queen smiled as she looked at the small gray kit. "I think I shall call her Jaykit."
The stars smiled.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY! YOU ROCK!