The rain had passed, and the sun now shown. A ThunderClan search party was looking everywhere for their missing queen. A deep gray cat sniffed the air.
"Everything is so damp, but I think I smell her!" he exclaimed
Other cats followed the musty smell that mingled with something worse...the smell of death. They came to the hollow log, and one longhaired cat went in, then backed out slowly, carrying a blue-grey bundle, with a silver twinge on her muzzle...from the light of the silver cat. Setting it on the ground, then licking it, the cat spoke:
"Firepelt...is dead..." she said quietly.
Sad yowls came from some of the cats, but especially from the gray tom.
"Dead?" he questioned, "Liar!"
"No, I speak truth, she no longer breaths," said the longhaired cat
A dapled she-catentered the log, then backed out, a dismayed look on her face,
"Firepelt, is dead." she meowed solemly
"No, Spottedleaf, tell me it isn't true!" hissed the gray cat
"I do not deny it, she now lives with StarClan..."
There was a small moment of quiet, the wind blew through each of the cats fur.
"And the kit?" asked the gray cat
"Alive, but it is a blessing," replied Spottedleaf
"Really? Why?"
"She went the night with no milk. A normal kit would die from that, StarClan must have a blessing upon her."
"So, she is my daughter?" asked the gray cat
"Yes," replied Spottedleaf, "Yes, Stripednose, this is your daughter."
"She is perfectly blue," said Stripednose, "and what a lovely shade."
The wind rustled through the trees, but this time it carried a message...
Bluekit, Bluepaw, Bluefur, Bluestar...
The breeze chanted the message, and then...a prophecy...
Bluekit, the stars behold you
Your mark you bare
Beneath the quiet Silverpelt
To you, the stars do care
Be brave, welcome those different
And outcast not, the weak, or the poor
The one with pelt of silver will be with you evermore...
"What in StarClan's name!" gasped Stripednose
"A prophecy," replied Spottedleaf, "The kit shall be named Bluekit, and will one day become leader."
"Why didn't they make you Medicine Cat, Spottedleaf?"
"Maybe in due time," replied the young cat, "I was the apprintice.."
Stripednose picked up Bluekit.
"Gentlerain lost her kits, and she still has enough milk to feed Bluekit, how about you let her nurse?" suggested Patchpelt
"Good, then we will do that." said Stripednose
Bluekit...the wind blows...