TOS prologue
A event in the RockClan camp. A she-cat lay on her side, panting. A tom, hovered over her anxiously. The she-cat let out another wail and a Small tom came rushing over. He gently put his paws on her flank, feeling the muscles ripple. "Almost", he said. He rushed back into a den and came back out with a mouthful of leaves. "Eat these", he meowed, "they will help." The she-cat swallowed then quickly. She shuddered and the first kit appeared.
"Congratulations", the tom meowed. "You have three healthy kits."
The she-cat guided the mewling kits to her belly, where they began to nurse. "They're beautiful", the large tom whispered to him mate. What shall we name them?
The she-cat pointed to the only tom with her tail. "This one will be Tigerkit, for his stripes." She then pointed to the smaller she-kit. "This one will be Nightkit, for her black pelt." She then pointed to the last kit. "And this one will be Songkit, for her melodic meow." "Perfect". The tom purred, nuzzling his mate.
Up above, in StarClan, cats with stars in their pelt watched. One stepped forward.
"Are you sure she's the one?" He asked critically.
"Oh yes," A she-cat with dark fur replied. "She's the one." She then turned, and spoke to all the assembled cats. "Prepare to send her a dream." Then walked away. One by one, the cats all disappeared, until only the tom who had spoken out remained. "We must only hope this burden is not too much to carry" he meowed sadly before he too, disappeared.