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Disclaimer: I do not own warriors. Icekit, Leafkit and Hawkkit belong to me.

First Pawsteps

Somewhere in the world there a clearing surrounded by four great oaks. In the middle of that clearing is a rock as tall as three grown cats. And on top of that rock was two cats.

One was a she-cat. The other was a tom. The she-cat was lying down. Her body shook as she delivered her kits. There were three kits in all. Two she-kits and a tom. But those kits would never know their mother. The tom licked the mother. The she-cat was no more. One of the kits started crying it was hungry. The tom knew of wild cats. He would bring the kits to them.

The tom led the kits towards an old friend's home. He looked at the kits he was carefully nudging. One she-kit was pure white with an odd jet black diamond shaped patch. She was the opposite of her father, who was black from head to tail except for a white dash on his chest and a white tipped tail. The other two kits were brown tabbies almost identical for the tom was as brown as a hawk.

The black tom slipped into the camp as it was known and went to the den where his friend slept. Inside was a ginger tom with green eyes. He was sleeping. The black tom told the kits to be silent. He promised them that milk will be coming in the morning which was only half an hour away. Then he placed them in a nest that was in the corner in said goodbye forever.

That morning the sun was up and shining through the moss curtain.

The kits woke up, not remembering anything of what happened. The ginger tom wasn't there; instead there was a pale ginger she-cat. The she-cat started to speak.

'Hello young ones. I am Sandstorm. You appeared in this den last night and ThunderClan has decided to keep you as our own. Your names are yet to be decided.'

The white kit stepped forward.

'Why can't we choose our own names?'

Sandstorm looked at the little she-kit.

'Your mother would've named you. But she is not here. So your foster mother shall.'

The tabby she-kit piped up.

'I'M HUNGRY!'

Sandstorm stood up.

'Follow me,' she said.

The kits followed her out of the den and into the clearing outside. Then Sandstorm led them to a den inside a wall of brambles.

Sandstorm called out to a pale tabby.

'Speckletail, can you take three kits please.'

The tabby looked up. Speckletail saw the three hungry kits and nodded.

'What is this, Sandstorm?' she asked as the kits started to feed. 'They look like they were only born several hours ago.'

'They appeared in Firestar's den last night. StarClan knows where they came from,' Sandstorm replied.

Speckletail looked at the kits.

'Icekit,' she said pointing at the white kit, 'Leafkit,' pointing at the tabby she-kit, 'and Hawkkit,' pointing at the tom.

'Those names are perfect,' said Sandstorm. Then Sandstorm went to go find Firestar.

(Firestar's POV)

I'm standing on the highrock speaking to the clan.

'Icekit, Leafkit and Hawkkit are the kits of a rogue. Ravenpaw found them less than minuets old next to the dead body of their mother. He brought them to me in the middle of the night. We will train them as ThunderClan warriors.'

I end the meeting and leap off the highrock. But there is something I will not tell them.

Please review! Thnx. Can anyone guess who the father of Icekit, Leafkit and Hawkkit is?