Crookedkit met Fleck's amber gaze. "I want to stay here. I want to be a loner. But if I do that, I can't be called Crookedkit. That's a Clan name." Crookedkit told him. Fleck tipped his head to one side. "Then what do you want to be called?" he asked. "Storm," Crookedkit meowed. "My name is Storm."
Storm looked proudly down at Soot, who was pregnant with his kits. They were in the middle of the cornfield, where they had first met. Soot lay in the scoop that was used as a nest, eating a mouse that he had brought her. Soot looked up from her breakfast. "I'm close to my kitting. Can you believe it?" she announced. "We're going to have kits together!" Storm licked her ears. "They'll be smart and cheery, just like you." he murmured. "And brave and strong, like you." Soot replied. She finished her mouse and looked up at him. "I've already been thinking of some names." she mewed.
"And what would those be?"
