Prologue
Stars spread across the dark sky. The cold wind of leaf-bare blew through the trees. All creatures huddled in their dens waiting for the worst of leaf-bare. But in ThistleClan camp one tom was restless he kept pacing back and forth while a queen in the nursery moaned in pain. The rest of the Clan was more than worried, standing outside their warm nests. On a night like so they would be fast asleep. A fluffy pale gray she-cat approached him, "Calm down Rainjump" she said "She'll be alright won't she?" he asked "Rainjump… you and I know more than any cat Milkfur is a strong queen she has been through worse" the she-cat replied "I suppose your right Hailstar" Rainjump replied. Then the sound of mewling kits broke the silence, "They're here" Blossomstem, a tortoiseshell she-cat exclaimed padding out of the nursery, a small amount of blood cornered her front paws.
Rainjump hurried inside the nursery, "Rainjump" Milkfur's soft blue eyes twinkled at the sight of her mate "Meet your daughters" she said. Rainjump gazed at the small bundles of fur fighting for milk and warmth, "They're perfect, what should we name them?" he asked "I was thinking the she-kit that looks like you would be Bluekit, and the other one would be Mosskit" Milkfur replied eyeing her new kits. "Rainjump, I must speak with you" Blossomstem's called him. He padded outside the nursery to meet the toirtoiseshell's worried eyes "What is it?" he asked, Blossomstem sighed and took a small breath "One of your kits is a Special" she told him "Which one?" he asked the she-cat "I do not know which but I am sure one of them is" Blossomstem replied with an uneasy voice. Rainjump nodded seeing this as an important matter, the two kits had to be protected for the his sake and the clan's sake.