Prologue
The moon shown on the grey tom's fur, turning it to silver as he anxiously paced outside of the nursery. The young brown tabby tom sitting beside him let out an exasperated sigh as the grey tom continued to pace, "She'll be fine Stonehawk, just do me a favor and sit down already," The grey tom, Stonehawk, glared at the brown tom for a moment before settling down beside him," I can't help worrying, but I guess you're right Oakwhisker."Oakwhisker let out a teasing purr, "aren't I always,Brother?"Stonehawk let out an amused huff, "like that time that you thought that a mouse was a rabbit?"Oakwhisker's eyes widened in mock surprise as he gazed at his brother, "Hey! It had really big ears for a mouse, "he defended himself. Stonehawk leaped at Oakwhisker and the two brothers wrestled for a moment before Stonehawk finally had Oakwhisker pinned. "Okay, fine I give in. Now get off of me you lump," Oakwhisker said as he pushed his brother off of him. "You know I miss times like this."Stonehawk let out a murmur of agreement before sitting down to groom his chest fur. He stopped mid-lick as a shriek came from the nursery. He leaped up and ran towards the nursery, just as another wail broke through the air, ignoring his brother's yowl "For Starclan's sake Stonehawk! Pebblesplash has it under control!" Stonehawk heard the mewling of kits as he reached the nursery entrance ,but just as he was about to enter two cats , a white she-cat with grey splotches and bright blues eyes and a young ginger tom with amber eyes,slid turned to the she-cat anxiously,"How is Quickstream? Is she okay? Does she need anything?And the kits? How many are there? What do they look like?"The young ginger tom beside the she-cat looked slightly overwhelmed, but the she-cat just held a paw to stop the flood of questions, looking amused."Quickstream's fine, The kits are fine, one tom and a she-kit,both healthy and as for what they look like,I guess you will have to see for your self,"She said beckoning for him to quickly slid through the entrance and entered the nursery,shoulders grazing the top,and was immediately greeted by the scent of milk and the sight of his mate and new kits. His mate, a white she-cat with a black speckled muzzle and bright blue eyes, drowsily lifted her head ,and her eyes brightened when they landed on her mate." What should we name our perfect new kits, Stonehawk?"She asked warmly. Stonehawk glanced at his kits and his eyes landed on his little kit was a sturdy brown tom- kit with a single black paw and amber eyes."What about Shadekit for this one,"he said as he motioned his tail towards the tom," after his paw."Quickstream purred her agreement and motioned towards the tiny, lithe she-kit,"and Briarkit, after your mother Briarthorn."Stonehawk's ,eyes glistened as he remembered his mother,but he nodded his name was perfect for the little was white with a pale silver muzzle, paws and stripes and who knew what color her eyes would be. Stonehawk purred as he watched his kits suckle and he rested his muzzle on his mate's head. "Welcome, Shadekit and Briarkit,to Riverclan."