Wait! Have you read: The Phoenix of Thunderclan? If not, please go back and read it before reading this one. This is the second book in the series. If you have, go ahead and complete the tale...
Two furry bodies squirmed by me. I didn't know where I was, who I was, or what I was. I had no memories of anything. The day after I found myself in this place was the day my ears opened. Many noises flooded my senses, but after I finally got used to this, I could place the sounds to certain cats and things.
A soft thump was a warrior placing prey on the pile, the pitter patter sounds were pawsteps, but the most wonderful noise was the sound of voice. It wasn't just one sound, but many different ones, with different tones. Same as smells, this took some getting used to.
I heard two voices most often, and I could place who they belonged to. A deeper voice was my father, Longfur, and a somewhat higher voice is my mother, Goldenflower. Longfur padded in two days later. "Have you named them?" he asked.
Goldenflower purred, the most soothing sound in the world. "Only one, can you help me name the other two?"
"Of course," he purred back. He placed his tail on my sister. "How about, Orangekit?" He asked, placing his tail on my brother, he murmured, "and Brushkit."
"Orangekit and Brushkit," she agreed. "Send Bluestar in so I can tell her their names."
Silence for a few seconds until more pawsteps announced the arrival of another cat. "Yes, Goldenflower?"
"We've decided on their names."
"Good."
She gently prodded Orangekit, "Orangekit," next was Brushkit, "Brushkit," and when her paw touched my spine, I stiffened for a second, then relaxed. "And Phoenixkit."
Bluestar gasped. "She looks just like her," she murmured. "Hello, Phoenixkit."
At the sound of my new name, I stretched open my eyes for the first time. "Phoenixkit," I mewled quietly. "I am Phoenixkit now."