"Mistfur?" Dewdrop asked nervously, "is she okay?"
The old medicine cat glared at him, her apprentice, Ashpaw, watching her curiously. "She. Is. Fine." The old cat croaked. "It's her first litter, she's just a little tired."
Dewdrop stared down at his mate and two perfect kits. One was a red orange tabby and the other was a black tom with a white stomach, chest, and paws, along with a triangular white patch on his face. "What are their names?" He asked his mate.
"Applekit," Willowsong replied, nodding toward the red orange tabby tom, "and Cloudkit." She nodded toward the black and white tom.
"They're perfect."
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"MISTFUR!" The new queen's yell reverberated around the RavenClan camp, sending the old medicine cat running across the camp toward the nursery.
"What's ... wrong ... Willowsong?" The old cat panted.
"His eyes?" There was panic in the queen's mew, "why are they? Why are they red?!" She moved out of the nest pulling Applekit with her, as if her other kit would hurt him. For the first time, Mistfur got a clear view of Cloudkit's eyes. At first she thought they just had an orange tint to them, but then the light hit them and she realized, with a gasp, the old cat stumbled back. Her apprentice peeked our at the kit from behind her mentor.
"What in StarClan?" She breathed, "Mistfur, what is that?"
"I ... I don't know."
"That cannot be my kit." Willowsong hissed, "He can't stay in the nest, he needs to leave the nursery, he'll scare Nightfall's kits, and Pinesong does not need to see that before kitting."
Ashpaw piped up from behind her mentor, "Why not move him to the elders den? I doubt Windstorm will mind, and it will keep him away from the kits."
"Yes. Do that, but first he needs a new name." Redkit's first memory was of warmth, he remembered the feel of his mother's fur and her rough toy he as she licked him. He remembered another kit sleeping next to him, sharing his mother's warmth. Then he remembered the cold stone and sound of cats shouting something around him. Then he remembered being taken away from his mother and brother and then he found another kind of warmth, a different cat in a different nest far away from his old one. Most of all, he remembered soft voices that turned harsh and distant memories of a different name.