A queen's screams rang throughout the den. Cloudtuft, a fluffy white she-cat, had been kitting since dawn. Mumblemouse had been helping deliver the kits, and so far everything had gone fine, for the most part. Cloudtuft had been in severe pain, which was rather normal, but one of the kits had come out the wrong way. After what seemed like a lifetime, it had been born. A lovely little tom, with his father's pitch black fur. He had a rather fluffy shape. The next kit had been a breeze. A snow-white she-cat, with sleek fur. Finally, a third kit came out.

It was stillborn.

It had fluffy dark grey fur with black and white splashes. It was a tom.

The father, Darksplash, came in shortly after. Both Cloudtuft and Darksplash disregarded their dead son, gazing upon their living kits. Mumblemouse was eager to bury the stillborn kit, or at least name him if his parents wouldn't. She stuck around, to see if they would.

"What should we call them?" Cloudtuft purred.

"How about the she-cat could be Snowkit?" Darksplash asked. "Perfect!" Cloudtuft said, smiling. "I think the tom should be Nightkit." She said, looking at the fluffy black tom.

Mumblemouse froze. Snow and Night?

She was the only one to know of the prophecy, not telling her leader of it. She feared that Barkstar would not let her stop the threat coming upon them. And now here he was, the Night who'd doom her clan.

I'll have to exterminate it when I get the chance, the medicine cat thought to herself, otherwise I risk my clan and disobey my ancestors.

Slowly, the medicine cat picked up the stillborn kit. She walked out of camp, with curious meows sounding around her.

"What're you doing with that kit?" A warrior that Mumblemouse never bothered to remember the name of asked. "Shouldn't it be with it's mother?"

"It' dead. I'm going out to bury it." Mumblemouse said, her voice slightly muffled with the kit in her jaws.

"Oh. What's its' name?"

Mumblemouse thought for a second, before murmuring, "Cinderkit."

Nodding, the warrior walked away.

Not wanting for any more distractions, Mumblemouse quickened her pace. She didn't stop until she was out of camp, in a small area with lots of trees and sunlight. The birdsong was loud and harmonious.

Mumblemouse dug a quick grave, dropping Cinderkit in. She rolled a rock on top of it, and walked off. She felt a little bad for the kit, with his parents not caring for his existence, and being denied of receiving a vigil or a proper burial.

Mumblemouse looked back at the grave.

"More will join you here one day, Cinderkit. You won't rest alone. May StarClan light your path, little one." She murmured.

Without saying a word more, she ran to the direction of camp, not sparing a glance at the grave.

Aww, poor Cinderkit. His parents didn't name him, and he wasn't really mourned.

However, he is not relevant to this plot line. So, we will continue on without him for the duration of this fanfiction. Which, sadly, will not be long, as we know what happens to a great deal of my fanfictions… *glares at Wildstar's Destiny*

So, for the QOTD, if you were Cloudtuft or Darksplash, what would you have named Cinderkit? Would you have named him at all?

Please review! It inspires me, and makes you, the reader, get to read the next chapter earlier on!

And an extra QOTD, how am I doing?