PROLOGUE
"Blizzardfur, come see your kits," murmured a dusky brown queen. She lay in a moss-lined hollow under a tightly woven ceiling of brambles. "I've named them Snowkit and Pikekit, but I just can't think of a name for that golden she-cat."
Blizzardfur shouldered his way into his mate's makeshift nursery. "They're beautiful, Mouseflower!" he mewed, and nosed the unnamed kit. "How about Gorsekit?"
The tiny kitten squealed as if in acceptance.
The full moon light shone through the foliage and landed on Gorsekit's pelt, making it glow. The silver stripes on her fur sparkled.
"Are you sure we shouldn't call her Moonkit?" chuckled Mouseflower.
"Maybe the moon is showing its approval," whispered Blizzardfur ominously. "Maybe even StarClan."
But clouds passed over the moon and the light disappeared. The mottled tom turned to stare at the sky.
"Maybe you should get some sleep. I think your letting your imagination get the best of you." His mate grinned.
Blizzardfur dipped his head and meowed, "Alright." He curled up in his nest at the entrance to their den.
"Pikekit..." Mouseflower touched each of her kits as she listed their names. "Snowkit..." The moon once again shone on the last kit, making the golden fur look as if stars were dancing in it. "Gorsekit."
Gorsekit mewled and stood on shaky legs. She struggled to open her eyes. She gave up, though, and plopped back onto the moss.
"Sleep, little one," mumbled Mouseflower. "May the stars show you the way."