Moonlight glistened off Silver Rock, turning the crystal like stone iridescent. The leaves rustled softly in a gentle breeze, carrying the faint smell of mountain heather off the moor. A single ginger tom stood in the middle of the EchoClan camp, his fur gold in the odd light.
Sunwhisker paced restlessly outside the nursery, until he saw Cloudberry poke her black and white head out.
"Sunwhisker, come meet your son and daughters."
Carefully, the ginger tom stepped into the nursery. His mate Leopardstreak, smiled up at him. There were three kits nestled at her belly. Sunwhisker smiled back, his yellow eyes filled with pride.
"What should we name them?"
Leopardstreak touched each kit in turn with her tail.
"The ginger one is Cherrykit, and the tom is Jetkit."
"What about the other one?" Sunwhisker queered.
Leopardstreak smiled. "You name her."
Sunwhisker took a look at the little she-cat. Her fur was pale brown and pale gray, with tiny white paws.
"Let's call her Lillykit."
His mate licked Lillykit's head. "I love it."
Iceleaf smiled at the love between the two. She had chosen the path of a medicine cat, vowing not to have a mate. Yet, she still wondered what would've happened if she hadn't become EchoClan's medicine cat. Still thinking, she gathered her herbs and signaled to Cloudberry to leave with her.
The two she-cats padded towards the medicine den. Exhausted, they dropped their herbs and plopped into their nests.
"Goodnight Cloudberry," Iceleaf yawned.
"Goodnight Iceleaf," Cloudberry replied sleepily.
As they she drifted off to sleep, Lillykit heard the fond voice of her mother whispering.
"Sleep now little ones. You are destined for greatness."