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Chapter 3
A blue-gray she-cat slipped out of the nursery when Silkpaw and Maplepaw came bounding towards it.
"Follow me," Silkpaw mewed, not looking back to see if Maplepaw was following her.
Inside they could her voices. "Oh, she's adorable." It was Stormstar.
"Yes, they all are!" a she-cat exclaimed. "Look at the tom – fighting over his two sisters! He'll be a fine warrior someday. And look – she looks like you." She sighed. "The only problem is I don't know what to name them."
"Hi Stormstar!" Maplepaw exclaimed, trotting towards him.
"Hello, Maplepaw," meowed Stormstar with friendly eyes. The only difference in his eyes was that they were full of pride.
"I'm Silverpool. Have you come to see our kits?" She looked exhausted but contentment spread over her face.
"Yes!" Silkpaw replied. As they got closer they could see three kits: a dark blue she-kit, a gray tom, and a blue-gray she-kit.
Maplepaw patted the tom lightly with her paw. The tom blindly made his way towards Maplepaw. He squirmed and tried to bat the ginger apprentice.
Maplepaw let out a mrrow of amusement and meowed, "Why, he's as protective as a thorn!"
"Thornkit!" Silkpaw exclaimed. "How about that for a name, Silverpool?"
"I think it's brilliant," Silverpool purred, her dark blue eyes shining.
"The blue-gray kit can be Birdkit," Stormstar offered, Silverpool nodding in approval.
Then her eyes lit up. "I have an idea! In honor of your name I shall name this kit Stormkit," she declared, looking proudly at the dark blue kit. The kit mewled as if her name was perfect for her.
"Stormkit looks just like you, Stormstar!" Silkpaw observed.
"Yes," Silverpool agreed.
"Let's go now, Maplepaw," Silkpaw decided, beckoning Maplepaw to follow as she hurried towards the exit.
"Bye! Thank you for seeing the kits," Silverpool purred gratefully. Maplepaw waved with her tail and backed out of the nursery.
In the clearing she could see cats everywhere, sitting alone or in groups, sharing food or purring quietly as they groomed one another.
"Just after sunhigh, when the day is hottest, is the time for sharing tongues," Silkpaw explained.
"Sharing tongues?" Maplepaw echoed.
"Clan cats always spend time grooming each other and sharing the news of the day," Silkpaw told her. "We call it sharing tongues."
Hmm, that's different, Maplepaw thought.
"Hey, Silkpaw!" a pure white she-cat called, bounding over to them. "Wanna share tongues?"
"Of course, Snowpaw! C'mon," Silkpaw agreed, ready to leave Maplepaw alone. Snowpaw saw Maplepaw's depressing look, and she whispered something into Silkpaw's ear.
Silkpaw's ear twitched uncomfortably. "But . . ." she stammered. Snowpaw gave her a hard glare.
Silkpaw shifted her paws, then turned reluctantly to Maplepaw.
"Umm," she stuttered, looking at her paws. "Would you like to join us?"
"Sure!" Maplepaw exclaimed. She blinked gratefully at Snowpaw, the followed them to their den. Would Maplepaw ever fit in?