"It's a tom! Oh, Featherstorm he's beautiful!" A soothing male voice echoed through the seemingly huge nursery den. The small kit, bright fiery pelt and dashing green eyes opened them slowly to the world. Bright light engulfed everything, the nameless kit looked around. Five cats were in the den. Two other kits, one black, and one black with white paws; a large tom, and two beautiful she-cats.
The father was smiling down at his mate and his three new, healthy kits, "Featherstorm, my love, what are you going to name them?" he said looking into his mate's beautiful green eyes. Featherstorm was a black she-cat with emerald green eyes, while Stonestar was a grey tom with blue eyes. Two of the three kits inherited the mother's black fur and blue eyes, only one kit was born with no inherited looks except for his mother's green eyes.
Featherstorm smiled at her three kits, "I'll let you name these ones, Stonestar, I named Flowerclaw, remember?" she said with a smile. The kit of fire looked around and saw that the other two kits were closing their eyes, he didn't object. He was the first to see the world! "What is all this...?Who are you...? Who am I...?" The ginger kit looked around eagerly, not noticed by his parents or by the medicine cat.
The tall dark gray tom smiled and nodded, "Oh...Featherstorm...!One of them has his eyes open already!" he said, as if he was flaunting something he had second she cat had amber eyes and was a light brown tabby with darker brown flecks, "That's unusual...Kits usually open their eyes a few days after, never the day of birth...hm...interesting..." she mumbled quietly.
Featherstorm looked at the medicine cat worried, "Sparrowheart! Does that mean something's wrong with my kit?!" The small ginger kit looked up at his mother, confusion shining in his emerald gems of eyes, "Di-d I do someth-ing w-rong?" he stuttered quietly, not knowing if he should be talking or not. His ginger ears were flat against his head and his little tail was curled around him.
Sparrowheart gave a slight giggle, "Not at all," she comforted the fiery kit with her tail before turning her gaze back to Featherstorm, "He's a strong kit. Now...I believe you were naming them?" she asked, turning her gaze to Stonestar.
The leader smiled and looked into his son's green eyes, "Well...This one shall be called...Firekit, his flame colored pelt makes that name an easy choice." he announced proudly. "Firekit...that's my name...? I...I love it!"
"The full black one...the she-cat will be called...Nightkit, her black pelt will help her become a great night hunter...I don't know what to name the second tom..." he said, puzzled.. "You should give him his name." Stonestar said to his mate.
Featherstorm laughed, "Can't you do anything without me," she teased
"I named the first two all on my own!" he retaliated like a kit.
"Fine, I'll give you that one, but...Let's name him..." she licked the top of her kit's heads and mumbled, "How about...Shadekit?" she asked.
"It's a strong name for one of our strong sons." he agreed.
The medicine cat smiled and looked at them, clearing her throat before talking, "You've kitted before Featherstorm, but I'll just remind you to be safe, NO hunting or warrior duties, you have to eat plenty to keep your kits filled with milk." she said.
The queen rolled her eyes, "I know I know I know already!" she exclaimed as she started pulling Firekit close and laying down, slowly falling asleep. Firekit mewled in protest, "Mother, could I go with Father?" he asked as Stonestar walked out of the nursery. Featherstorm gazed into Silverpelt for a few minutes, pondering whether he could or not. "Sure, just don't get under anyone's paws!" she called as Firekit was already out of the nursery. The crescent moon was high in the sky and little white dots painted the navy blue sky. "I-It's huge out here...Does it go on forever...?" he asked himself as he looked up into the air towards StarClan.
There was a lot of dens scattered about, a large fresh-kill pile in the center of the camp, and a hollowed out fallen tree where the elders slept and hung around. The grass was damp and it smelt like rain. Firekit padded around outside the nursery den, observing the wet grass with an intrigued look.
Stonestar was waiting, "Are you coming Firekit, there's someone I'd like you to meet." he told his son with a happy tone. Firekit padded over past a large pile of fresh kill and underneath a large rock with a moss tarp over it. Firekit tried to look inside, but his father's fur blocked his view, "You're going to meet my best friend's only kit, Graykit, alright? I want you two to be friends, since you two will be apprentices together."
"Apprentices?"
"Come on in." Stonestar said, leading his son into his den. The den was nice and cool from the new-leaf warmth. There were three cats in there waiting, a long furred gray kit, a tall white tabby she-cat and a muscular black tom. Firekit padded behind his father, intimidated by the larger cats. "Firekit, I want you to meet Mosspelt, Darkclaw, and Graykit." he introduced.
First the tall she-cat walked up, "It's nice to meet you Firekit, I'm Mosspelt, Graykit's mother." she introduced herself kindly, her voice was smooth and sweet like honey. Next was the scary looking Deputy of ThunderClan. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I am the deputy of ThunderClan and Graykit's father, Darkclaw." The father's voice had a rough, scary tone to his voice.
Lastly a long-furred, light grey kit with golden eyes walked over to him and smiled happily, "Hi Firekit! I'm Graykit!" he introduced himself. Firekit felt his little heart pound as Graykit introduced himself. "Why am I so scared...? I wasn't this nervous with Mosspelt or Darkclaw..." he thought confused, "N-Nice to meet you..." he said shyly, looking down at his paws.
"Want to go play with me?" Graykit asked with a big smile
Firekit looked at the older kit with a confused look, "What's play?" he asked.
"Don't worry, I'll show you! C'mon!" Graykit dashed out of the den and out into the camp.
Firekit gave his father and glance of confusion and Stonestar nudged him out of the den to go play with his new, and first ever friend.