PROLOUGUE
Nutmeg gently nudged her kits into her soft kittypet bed, oh how ironic it was that she, a clan-born cat had turned to the soft life of a kittypet, all for one tom, who turned around and left her.
Her clan had needed her and yet she left, without a single glance back, oh sure, she regretted it, but now she had a litter of her own kits, which she would not have been able to have had she stayed in the clan.
After all, medicine cats were forbidden to have kits.
"Mama?" one of the small kits called out to her, green eyes gleaming in sleepy tiredness.
"Yes, Rusty?" she asked him gently.
"Can you tell us a story?" he asked, a pleading look on his face, she looked at the other kits to see them all mirroring the look.
"Oh, alright, just one." she relented, nugding the kits towards her.
She closed her eyes and began to recall a story she had been told when she was just a kit.
"Once upon a time there were three great clans that ruled the forest, Tigerclan, Leopardclan and Lionclan-"
Rusty hesitated at the edge of the garden, his siblings were playing quite rough and he didn't like it, what if one of them got hurt?
"Rusty?" the young tom jumped as his name was called.
"Yes mama?" he asked, trotting over to her side. Nutmeg's eyes were furrowed.
"Why aren't you joining in." he hesitated.
"W-what if they get hurt... What if I get hurt... I don't want nobody to get hurt, mama." he muttered. Her ears perked at this.
"Well... What if I taught you something to help cats that are injured?" she asked, crouching to his level.
"Really?" he asked, suddenly getting his energy back.
"Really." She smiled down at him.