A cream colored tom raced through the dense woodland, scattering bugs and scaring off mice. A great commotion was going on, cats of StarClan were worried, for Nightsky's long awaited kits were being born. These weren't just kits. They had a great power given to them.
"Berrystar!"
"Hello Pebblestar," Berrystar greeted as he approached his son. "I hope you made a good desicion giving young cats such a great power."
Pebblestar suddenly looked nervous and distraught. "Yeah," he murmured. "Me too."
"Look," shouted Heathershine, ThunderClan's previous medicine cat.
An image of a flame-colored kit was to be seen, the young cat's eyes were still closed and probably would not open for another quarter moon. Next, a delicate light brown kit was curled tightly in a ball. Lying next to her was a a pretty golden she-kit, mewling for her mother. Another cream-colored kit was more to the side.
"These poor young kits carry the burden of power," Berrystar whispered to his son. "Their lives will be different from any other cats who have lived. They will never be like their friends and acquaintances, whether they know it or not." he paused. "I hope you realize what you have done will affect Clan life for seasons upon seasons to come."
"For good or for bad," added Heathershine who had been listening nearby, knowing the two were talking about her grandchildren whom she had not been alive to see. She took a deep breath and looked Pebblestar straight in the eyes. "Because you are my father, I trust your desicions Pebblestar, but if it doesn't work out the way it was supposed to..." she paused, searching for words. "You may have destroyed the Clan you loved so much."
"Well," began Pebblestar, "If this doesn't work out, four young cat's lives could be at risk. And it's definetly possible that many more cats will come to join StarClan."