Mousestar trudged into camp, a small bundle of fur was in her jaws, her border patrol was following close behind. The other Clans thought that she was a giant mouse - and sometimes stalked her. She passed the small kit to her deputy, Brindlefur, who carefully took hold of the silver kit's scruff.
Mousestar crouched down, and prepared herself to spring. She leaped, up onto a high rock, the surface was smooth, but still the leader had a little trouble hanging onto the rock, which was a pale gray color.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey meet under Hightree for a Clan meeting!" she yowled, her voice cracked.
Immediately, almost as soon as he meowed the last word, the entire Clan came out and perched themselves beneath the brilliant rock of which Mousestar sat herself on.
"I have some good news, and some very bad news," she meowed, looking down at her Clan. "The good news is that we chased the fox that we scented in our territory away, the bad news is that while we were retreating from the fox which we left at the border, the fox had attacked and killed a young she-cat."
Gasps erupted from the cats below, one cat called out, "Who was it?"
"She called herself Skylark, by her scent, she belonged to no Clan nor to any Twolegs, which just means that she's a loner," the greyish-brown she-cat meowed and let her Clan mates bicker among themselves for a couple minutes before she continued. "She was still alive when we found her - she was carrying a kit." She motioned towards Brindlefur, who set down the quiet female kit.
"What are we going to do? Are we going to keep the kit?" asked Scorchfur, a reddish-brown tabby tom with bright yellow eyes, which were wide with wonder.
"Yes, we are," she meowed, which shut up the felines beneath him.
"Who's going to take care of her, and what'll be her name?" Scorchfur asked, eyeing the motionless kit suspiciously.
"I was going to ask Patchtail to take care of the kit," the leader turned towards the red she-cat whose tail was that of a tortoiseshell's, her green eyes widened in shock.
"Well, Mousestar, um… I suppose I have enough milk to spare the young kit," Patchtail meowed, nodding her head slowly.
"Thank you, Patchtail," Mousestar meowed, nodding her head as if to agree with her decision.
"Mousestar, you still haven't answered my question!" Scorchfur hissed. "What will be her name?"
The leader paused. Her blue gaze met Patchtail's green gaze, and they knew that the same thought had hit both of them at the same time.
"Her name shall be…" the leader motioned towards Patchtail to continue.
"Skykit." The red queen reported flatly.
"In honour of her mother, Skylark," the older she-cat meowed, looking down warmly at the young kit.