Beginning
The tiny kit blinked open its eyes. He looked up and saw a gray she cat.
"Good morning Stormkit." She meowed cheerfully.
Stormkit stood up and yawned. "Good morning Icefire." He muttered.
"Did you sleep well?" Icefire asked.
Stormkit nodded absently.
Icefire sighed. "Could you go grab a fish from the fresh kill pile? We can share it."
Stormkit nodded and scampered out of the nursery. He picked up a large fish from the fresh kill pile and brought it back to the nursery.
Icefire bent down to lick Stormkit but he ducked away.
"For StarClan's sake, I only wanted to give you a good wash! You look like you rolled in a patch of mud!" Icefire exclaimed.
Stormkit settled down and let Icefire lick him. "I'm sorry." He muttered.
Icefire didn't reply.
Stormkit bent down and took a large bite out of the fish.
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The Blue-Gray She-Cat looked down at the RiverClan nursery nervously.
"Stormkit is alright Bluestar." A voice behind Bluestar assured.
Bluestar whipped around. "How can you be so sure Yellowfang?" She snapped. "RiverClan is going through a time of darkness! Stormkit cannot die!"
Yellowfang bared her teeth. "RiverClan is fine! The darkness hasn't started yet." She mewed quietly.
"What!?" Bluestar exclaimed. "But prey is getting harder to catch. ShadowClan is acting like they're going to attack!"
Yellowfang shook her head. "It is going to get a lot worse."
"What do you mean?" Bluestar demanded, her neck fur bristling.
Yellowfang looked right at Bluestar. Her eyes glazed with sadness. "Stormkit will survive. RiverClan will survive, because this, is the beginning!"