In Thunderclan, you could feel the stress; Squirrelflight was giving birth. Jayfeather and Leafpool, the medicine cats, were inside the Nursery, helping the queen. They were working to the best of their abilities to make the birthing as swift and easy as they could. The whole clan was awake, unable to fall asleep. They were eagerly awaiting news of new life in Thunderclan.
Bramblestar paced outside, frantically awaiting for news. The tom had been banned from entering after he had asked so many questions that even patient Leafpool was snapping at him. Finally, Leafpool lost her temper and asked Sandstorm to bring Bramblestar outside. Sandstorm had been helping Leafpool inside the Nursery, soothing Squirrelflight, her daughter. Sandstorm did as she was told to do, chuckling at the frantic expression on Bramblestar's face.
"Calm down Bramblestar," Sandstorm said. "Squirrelflight will be just fine. You're acting like you're the one giving birth!" Sandstorm added, amused.
"I know she'll be just fine, but I can't help but be worried. There's so many things that could go wrong! What if she dies? What if one of the newborns die? What if-"
"Stop right now," Sandstorm commanded. Bramblestar stopped pacing, and came around to face Sandstorm. He was about to open his mouth to retaliate, but her glare stopped him. Sandstorm was one of the most respected warriors, as well as one of the oldest. Bramblestar knew to listen to her at times, and this was one of them.
First making sure that Bramblestar would not start speaking again, she continued. "Squirrelflight, she's my kit, so please, for the love of Starclan, trust me when I say she will be just fine," Sandstorm said, exasperated. "See, here's Jayfeather and Leafpool."
Turning to face the Nursery, both Bramblestar and Sandstorm saw Jayfeather and Leafpool walking out of the Nursery. Leafpool was bright with excitement and even grumpy Jayfeather was happy.
"Congratulations Bramblestar, you have two healthy kits," Jayfeather said.
"And Squirrelflight?" Bramblestar asked, a million worried thoughts racing through his mind.
"She's fine too," Leafpool said. "You can talk to her, but don't take too long, she's exhausted. And that's an order."
Bramblestar nodded, and glided through the leafy entrance into the Nursery. Seeing his kittens and his beautiful mate, his eyes lit up. Squirrelflight lifted her head up, her weariness reflected in her eyes. The birthing had been long, but not too painful. She knew it was all worth it when she saw her kits. Both gazed down at their blessings, two she-cats. One was pure black, with specks of red in her coat. The other was fluffy and golden with tufts of brown.
"What shall we name them," Squirrelflight whispered. "I thought we could name the black one Nightkit, but the golden one I wanted you to name."
"Well, how about Sunkit? Her pelt is gold like the sun so I think it matches." Bramblestar asked.
"Perfect," Squirrelflight said. She then rested her head down, her eyes drooping. Noticing that, Bramblestar thought that it was best time he left and allowed Squirrelflight to get the rest she deserved.
"Goodnight," Bramblestar said, licking the top of her head. He silently padded out of the Nursery, and went up the rocks to his den. Curling up on his mossy bed, his own eyes drooped and went to sleep.
Jayfeather was outside the camp, staring up at the silvery night sky, unable to get to sleep, when he heard a soft voice filter through the wind.
"Two sisters. One goal. Evil and Good must fight again. Distrust, Betrayal. Look at the one Misunderstood. What will come, no one knows, but the Misunderstood will guide them through it all."
Jayfeather's pale blue sightless eyes once again wished he could talk to Starclan when he pleased. It must have something to do will Bramblestar's kits. I will not tell anybody, and I will only tell the Misunderstood when it is time. He reflected. Suddenly, a wave of fatigue washed over him. Exhausted, he padded into the Medicine Cat's Den, and nestled down for a well-deserved sleep.