Day 1
A young pale gray she-cat with blue eyes carried a mewling gray tabby tom kit through WindClan territory, looking for cats that were from WindClan, so that they would not think she was trespassing on their territory, although technically she was. But it was for her mentor's brother, not her or her mentor. She saw her destination: RiverClan. Where he wanted her to leave the kit. She set the kit down under a bush and ran back to ThunderClan just as the sun rose.
"Mew!" Reedwhisker heard the mew while out on patrol alone. He traced the sound to a light gray tabby tom kit. He sniffed the kit. It smelled of herbs, milk, and ThunderClan. He picked up the kit and ran back to the camp as fast as he could without dropping the kit.
"Mistystar!" he yowled. "I found a kit!"
Mistystar ran to him. "Where?" she asks,"Let me see him." Reedwhisker put down the kit so his leader could inspect him as he told her what happened. She nosed the kit, who let out a faint mewl.
"Bring him to the nursery and ask Mosspelt to nurse him," she commanded him.
"Yes, ma'am." Reedwhisker then picked up the kit and headed toward the nursery.
~In The Nursery~
"Mosspelt. Mosspelt. Mosspelt!" Reedwhisker nudged her until she woke up.
"What? I was sleeping," Mosspelt protested.
"Mistystar and I need you to nurse this kit, please. I found him while on patrol. I reckon he's about a day old. Please nurse him. If not for me, then to save this kit's life. Please!" Reedwhisker thought he sounded convincing. Apparently, so did she. So, Mosspelt grasped the kit and let him nurse for the rest of the day.