Prologue
" Yellowflower!" whispered Mosspaw "Wake up!" Yellowflower lifted her head to see a almost warrior apprentice looming over her. "Wha?" complained Yellowflower. "Amberbreeze is having pains, so I came to get you." Meowed Mosspaw "Whitefur told me to."
"Already?" exclaimed Yellowflower who was wide awake now. Moss, Raspberry leaves, Honey, Stick. " Okay let's go" muttered Yellowflower determined to prove herself
"Mrrroww" moaned Amberbreeze " I'm here, don't worry" soothed Yellowflower. As predawn light filtered into the den, the clan woke up. A low moan drifted from the nursery right into the ears of Bluestripe, the kits father. " The kits are coming, why didn't I get woken up?" asked Bluestripe "Shh" hissed Yellowstripe." Your here now"
Amberbreeze's belly convulsed and the first kit was born "A she-kit!" meowed Yellowflower. "Lick her, get her warm." instructed Yellowflower to Bluestripe. The tiny kit mewled as it felt the cold dawn air. Soon after, the second kit was born. "A tom" exclaimed Yellowflower. Exactly four seconds later, another she-kit was tumbling out of her wet birthing sac. Agonized with pain, Amberbreeze gasped a small request. " Water?" Bluestripe thrust a moss ball filled with water from a puddle. As she drunk a few mouthfuls, Yellowflower examined the three small kits and their exhausted mother. Out of nowhere, Amberbreeze gave a ginormous heave and out plopped a surprisingly small bundle. "Four?" Bluestripe exclaimed. "I guess so." replied an equally surprised Yellowflower. Once the kits and their mother was settled, Yellowflower walked outside and sat down in the middle of the grassy camp. She saw an amazing thing as soon as the last kit was born. "All cats in the camp listen, four kits were born to Amberbreeze and Bluestripe." Why did I see their strengths? What about their weaknesses?