Night was 3 moons old. She was walking along the river near her den. The river always had a strange scent, but when she asks other cats about it, they tell her to steer clear, that there are 'clan' cats, bad cats that will eat her. Night, however, is doubtful.
"Clan cats. Sure." Night scoffed time, and time again. Even now she rolls her eyes at the thought. Then she jumps the stream, in an attempt to prove these so called clan cats are fake. "See!" She yowls. "No one here to stop me!"
"What are you doing on our territory." A voice calls, the voice seeming strangely familiar. Night whips around.
"Who are you?" She demands.
"I'll be the one asking the questions." It's a blue grey tabby tom. "But, to answer you're first question, my name is Rainsplash."
"Rainsplash?" Night looks confused.
"Yes." The tom snaps. "Now what are you doing here?"
"I heard of the so called clans, and wanted to see if you were real." Night states.
"Well, we are." Rainsplash growls. "Now. Get. Out."
Night nods and leaps over the stream.
Rory. She thinks.
When she gets to her den she's pondering a problem.
"He has a whole clan behind him." Night growls. When she gets to her den she smell an unfamiliar cat. "Hey! Get out of my..."
She trails off, inside her den is an orange tabby she-cat, nursing three kits.
"Oh!" The she-cat's eyes widen. "I'm so sorry! We'll go!" She starts to move earning squeaks of protest.
"No, it's ok." Night sighs.
"A-are you sure?" The mother whimpers.
"Yes." Night growls. "I won't let a mother with kits go out alone."
"Thank you!" The mother exclaims. "My name is, Silver, by the way."
"Ah, I'm Night." The black she cat sighs. "What are your kits names?"
"Oh." Silver looks embarrassed. "I haven't named them yet."
Night shrugs, but takes a look at the kits, one was a white she kit, she had a black tail tip, the next was another she kit, this one white with orange splotches, Just like... Mom. Night thinks. The last she kit was a beautiful silver, like her mother
"Hm, how about... Icicle for the white one?" Night suggests.
"Perfect... the other two?" Silver thinks. "Midnight for the blue-grey one and..."
"Leaf." Night blurts.
"Hm?" Silver looks up.
"Leaf... was my mother's name, she was a kind and loving cat, the type to care for everyone, right up until she died, and my sister was stolen." Night meows, shocked at finding herself spilling her story to the stranger.
"Ah." Silver mews. "Leaf it is then... my beautiful kits, Icicle, Midnight, and Leaf."