Patchtail stared at the silver tabby that suckled along with the rest of her kits. She had been taking care of the young kit for a couple days now, and she knew that the kit knew that she did not taste her mother's milk, but someone else's.
Something seemed very different about the female kit, she could tell that by just simply looking a her. The young queen could tell that she was unique.
All three of the kits curled up almost immediately after they finished suckling. She watched them, their breathing was deep as they fell asleep.
She blinked her blue eyes in shock. It appeared as though there was a shimmer or ripple of light surrounding Skykit!
A gentle breeze grazed her ear, and a soft voice sprang into her head.
Patchtail, she shall be different. She shall be unlike the other kits, she will have a destiny unlike any of the others. You must keep her safe, fore she poses a threat to the Shadows.
"Skykit… will be different?" the queen meowed to herself, believing her words, because of the ripple she saw around the young kit's body.
The queen then decided to go for a walk around the camp, she turned towards another queen whose pelt was black and whose eyes were hazel, "Shadowwing, perhaps can you watch my kits for a moment while I go and take a stretch?"
"Yes, sure, Patchtail," the older she-cat nodded happily as Patchtail got up onto her paws.
As soon as she reached the entrance of the den, she looked over her shoulder to see Shadowwing exchange glances with all of the kits.
The young queen smiled to herself and hummed a bit as she saw the black she-cat have difficulty watching her kits, one of them a dainty brown she-cat and the other a grey she-cat and the last one a black tom, as well as Patchtail's kits, Bramblekit and Dapplekit.
She grinned a soft smile and padded out of the cave.
Patchtail soon returned, after walking around camp, stretching her cramped legs every once in a while.
"Thanks," she meowed to Shadowwing as she curled up around her kits. "I owe you one."
"It was no problem," the other she-cat lied, smiling.
Dapplekit, who was a tortoiseshell she-cat, and Bramblekit, who was a reddish-brown tom, caught her attention by mewling for milk. Skykit just remained quiet, her breathing proved that she was alive.
Her kits suckled almost immediately, including Skykit. She eyed the silver kit.
The shimmer still glowed around Skykit. But it was fading now. Yes, it was fading rather quickly, it kept on getting dimmer and dimmer.
When Patchtail blinked her eyes, the shimmer had disappeared. Must be my imagination, she decided.