Lilystream lay in the nursery with her two kits. They were seven sunrises old and were going to be opening their eyes at any time. She sighed, thinking about her kits' father. Fortunately they would never know him. Next to Lilystream lay Ashclaw with her two kits Spottedkit and Reedkit. They were a little over a moon old and they were the most troublesome kits Lilystream had ever met. She felt one of the kits moving and saw that it was her blue-gray tom. He opened his eyes and Lilystream's heart lurched. She had seen Ashclaw's kits open their eyes and they looked nothing like him. His amber eyes looked dazed and he couldn't focus on anything. Lilystream closed her eyes and tried to remember how anything could have gone wrong. Unfortunately, Lilystream had no idea what it could have been. Maybe Blackfur was punishing her from the Dark Forest.
"What's your name?" The little tom asked. Lilystream swallowed the lump in her throat and replied. "Lilystream. I'm your mother."
"What's my name?" He asked politely.
"I don't know yet. Go back to sleep, young one." Lilystream croaked. The little kit shrugged and lay back down beside his sister. Lilystream waited until his breaths slowed.
Why have you done this Blackfur? She thought angrily.
"It was not his doing." A voice whispered. She saw a shimmery shape nod and disappear.
"Hi! You're Lilystream right?" Lilystream's light gray and white she-cat asked, her yellow-green eyes shining with excitement. Lilystream nodded happily. One of her kits was normal! The kit bounded out of the nursery and stopped in amazement. "Wow." She breathed.
"That's mist." Lilystream explained.
"I love it." Her daughter gushed.
"It's always misty outside before it hails."
"What's hail?" The small kit questioned.
"Hard things that fall on you and hurt." Lilystream chuckled. "That's it. I will name you Mistkit and your brother Hailkit."
They padded back into the nursery and sat quietly, waiting for Hailkit to wake up. Finally he sat up. "Who are you?"
"You already know me." Lilystream meowed gently.
"Liar, I don't know you." Hailkit wailed. Lilystream felt a cold shiver go down her spine.
"As it is in nature, the way it will be with your kits. Mist will come before Hail, at all costs." The same voice from earlier whispered. It was Streamstar. Lilystream's heart sank with disappointment. Her kits were part of a prophecy. One was destined for greatness, while one would suffer greatly.